Personal Narrative: An Interview With Myhouse

My home town, where I grew up at, and where I am at now. These three characters link to the three different houses.

Homelessness is a problem in many communities across the United States. It is particularly sad when one sees women and children that are homeless. The Cornerstone Rescue Mission Women and Children Home in Rapid City, South Dakota addresses this need in this particular community. They serve pregnant women, single women, Veteran women, girls under the age of 18 with their mother, and boys under the age of 16 with their mother. A community assessment was completed on this population to identify strengths and their particular needs; interventions were then done based on these needs.

Someone broke into my car and about $400 worth of cash and items were stolen.

The name given to me on June 23rd, 1998 was Allison Ree Moga, but since then many have referred to me as Alli. My younger brother, sister, and I are the product of a marriage that has since gone wrong. I don’t have any allergies, am a bit of a germaphobe, and could do without all of life’s drama. That and snakes. I deeply dislike snakes. My nightmares used to include six foot long snakes slithering down my driveway. Daytime relieved me, until I walked around the corner of my house one day and nearly fainted. On the west corner of the house, a skinny garter snake slowly made its ascent up along the siding. The disgusting thing stuck out of my house like a branch on a tree. Horrified, I turned away and almost stepped on Satan himself. A five foot long, PVC pipe thick, rat snake challenged me with his forked tongue. In response, I let out a blood curdling scream and ran into the house to dial my dad. At ten years old, I prepared myself for death. One simply does not live through a snake sighting. On the third ring, Dad answered my tears with,

It was a bright, warm evening when we were so excited to get a tiny, adorable puppy at Huntington, West Virginia in an enormous, brick house.

I turned over the letter and saw that papa had written “open your eyes Bruno.” Almost as a hint that I needed to pay attention to what the letter had to say, if only my dad had got right to the point in the first place. I didn’t have much time to finish reading the letter, so I put it on my pocket for later.

In my seventh-period P.E. class Mrs. Greene announced to us, “That it is cold outside so you can either stay in the gym or go outside.” Faith, Jessica, and I stood up from the hard black unappealing plastic bleachers to go outside. As I opened the door, the wind whipped around my bare skin and leaves whirled along the ground. “It is freezing; I'm going back inside.” I retorted. We were walking along the narrow hallway going back to the gym when we met Carlie. She gave us no room to walk by her so I retreated to the wall that way we wouldn’t collide with each other. I turned around and saw Carlie bump into Faith. “Move outta my way.” Faith screeched ferociously. Carlie looked at Faith with her eyes glaring, but preceded to walk onward down

Our community recently started up a new foundation called Opportunity House, which provides transitional communicable housing for the homeless. Opportunity House is a Christian transitional housing ministry and listed in their goals it states under Objective

The ethical fiber continues with Reyes’ collaborative effort with Kelly Cole from Community Alliance Homes to found Youth Housing Membership board that meets monthly. It’s member are comprised of all the different organizations that deal with youth homelessness in Memphis. This is so that these conversations across organizations can continue to happen so everyone involved know what others are doing. This reduces redundancy and makes the entire system more effective for the people they are trying to serve. Included on this board is also a youth advisory position reserved for someone 18-25 who has experienced homelessness, so that they can receive real advice and feedback from someone who has the perspective of the people they are trying to

As our family watches the T.V. screen we sit hoping that our ticket may be the ticket, but we well know that the chance of us winning this lottery is like a one in a million chances.

As I sit on my porch waiting for my cousin ( Mindy ) to arrive i sit and listen to the birds and watched the sunset. Not to long after i hear her char coal gray car pull up in my driveway as she gets out of her car she is wearing a pink and black hat with her sunglasses and a shirt with a name of a college ( Boise State University Of Idaho ) on it, and just a simple pair of jeans. As I look at her shirt while she is getting out of her car I assume that is the college she went to. I asked her “ hey is that the college you went to “ as she looks down at her shirt she said “ Yes it is Boise State University Of Idaho “ as you can kinda tell she likes to talk she is not a shy person. As she comes up my stairs to sit with me on my porch, I start

Sitting at the dinner table, I shoved a bite of steak in my mouth. Forks and knives scraped at the table, breaking the silence in the air. I grabbed the cold cup that held my drink and glared at my dad. Sitting there, all quietly, as if he had done nothing wrong. He had gone from being the man who would race down stairs when dinner was ready so he could spend time with his family, to the man who was cooped up in his office.

After the movers hauled away Jacob’s belongings, I went through a few things in the attic and the garage. When there was a pile of junk in the middle of the floor, I wondered how I was going to gather all of the crap by the curve with the trash bins. I looked around the garage and spotted Jacob’s green wheelbarrow. That was how I was going to get this mess out of here. After filling the wheelbarrow up three times, I was finished in the garage.

A place that I often go and feel like I belong, is my cottage in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. My family travels to the cottage at least once a summer. Before entering the house, you are greeted by a nice yard and shed. The grass is greener than a Saint Patrick’s Day parade. There is a cobble stone pathway guiding one to an outdoor rocking table. When taking a step into the shed, a musty scent over takes your sense of smell. To some, this smell is not a good one, but to me and my family, it is the smell of the shed. The shed is full of outdoor activities, such as croquet, corn hole, mini golf and more. My siblings and I are able to enjoy time with each other, as we play games together out in the yard. Our bikes are tucked away into the shed, waiting for us to ride them. Beach chairs, umbrellas, and sand toys are all stored on a shelf attached to the ceiling. Next to the shed there is an outdoor shower, where we fill our water guns and water balloons before a water gun fight.

I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling as a voice soothed my firstborn child. As I moved to change my position, my arm brushed over my wife. I got out of bed and rushed to the baby’s room, all the while thinking I should have never taken those greens. I didn’t believe she’d do it, after all it was only a handful of greens. I thought it was just an empty threat.