Personal Narrative Analysis

Everyone will experience a death in their life at least once whether it’s a family member or friend, they will react to it differently and has to grieve in their own way. Death isn't something that someone looks forward too, so watching someone go from healthy, to where they can barely walk or talk on their own isn’t easy. But getting a lesson out of someones death takes away some of the pain, and helps you move on.

his past weekend, was all together, a terrible wind storm, if you ask me. There were branches collapsing off trees, covering the road. Trees ripping out of the ground, and making a great disturbance, making power lines fall and break; as an aftereffect, Gray had no power. The outage time differed for each person in the town. Therefore, some people STILL have no power to this day. I have my power back, just because CMP came to fix it in my range. For the remaining people, they are in the process.

Extinction? No! As I see it, families could have been lost long ago with the severity in which one parented. Upon my father’s death, I had an enlightening conversation, with my Uncle Bill, about the abuse my father suffered at the hands of his father and mother. My Uncle, by marriage, shared the many torments my father experienced, and yet his siblings were untouched. My father married, had two children with my mom, and adopted me. He was a terrific father, with very few exceptions.

I had always loved the spotlight. I was popular, outgoing, and lived for attention. I was active in almost every school sport and club with connections from all cliques. I guess you could say I owned the spotlight and ran the show….but I was never prepared for the day the curtains closed on me.

Furniture, valuables, and boxes are stacked all the way to the ceiling. By this time, I have been accustomed to the process of putting my valuables in a storage locker. I had to leave my house and stay with a friend of the family. From middle school to my sophomore year of high school, I lived in seven different places. Therefore, it was convenient to have a storage locker to keep my belongings in. It was comforting to know that my stuff would still be there when I found a permanent place to stay.

Hartford, SD, the town that I am from, is a pretty small town with about seven churches. My family attends the Lutheran church nearly every Sunday and even sits in the same spot every week. When I was younger, I attended daycare and elementary school with kids who attended churches of different denominations. We would go through our days without discussing our differences. My parents would never discourage my sister and I from interacting with children who went to other churches. In fact, if we had a sleepover on a Saturday night with a friend, my parents said it was okay to go to their church the next morning. This allowed us to see what the different denominations looked like but we were young and often thought that it was all the same. Middle

Finding something that is truly captivating is necessary in everyone's life. It allows one to lose track of time and releases stress. For me, this activity is spending time at the barn during the summer. This is a place where I can let loose, spend time with my favorite horses and have fun with friends that I’ve missed during the school year. This activity allows me to emerge myself into something that I am truly passionate about. I’ve grown up riding horses and I can’t imagine my life without them. They are interesting and unique animals that always leave me wanting to know more. In this case, I turn to my riding instructor Kim Simac, or my veterinarian mentor Doctor Lauren Hughes. Both have had a huge impact on my life, as they have taught

Up until I was thirteen, I had been in the same school district and had been in classes with the same kids since preschool. Then between the ages of thirteen and fifteen my family and I moved three different times between two states. In that short amount of time, I had to learn to adapt to teaching methods, school rules and the type of peers I encountered at every new school I attended. I believe I am fortunate for these experiences because I never knew how hard it was for me to adapt to unfamiliar situations until we moved and it became necessary for me to do so. I struggled at the first school a lot and hardly had any friends, due to cultural differences between the rural Wisconsin town that I was from, and the poverty and drug stricken reservation that I had moved to.

I’ve had a such a nice normal week…..did I really just say that? I haven’t said that in over seven months! This week and the simplicity of it was something I never expected to really feel again. Tasks such as waking up in the morning, brushing my teeth, and getting dressed are actually easy right now. I can’t help but smile as I write this. I feel so light and airy. But at the same time, I feel another fight coming. The clouds are slowly swarming around me…and surprisingly, that’s okay. I have my armor on and I’m ready for the fight.

The third week at the Mayfield Village store I spent my time in the Deli Department. This week I learned the ins and outs of what a deli associate does on a daily basis. I learned about how to service the customer from behind the counter and all the questions to ask them in order to give them the quality of products that they want. There are many difficulties with the over the counter customer service. The associate always has to have live eyes and pay attention to the counter while you are competing other tasks. I learned what the deli has to do in the morning in order to prep for the day. They have to pre slice a few of the top selling products in order to run the efficiency of the counter. I learned the importance of cleaning the slicers

In conclusion,it's difficult to find an effective solution for this issue,however it can be treated and managed in several ways such as , improving self confidence , healthy diet and using self-help . Surrounding oneself with individuals who understand what one is going through and are there to encourage and celebrate every step of the recovery can greatly boost the sufferer’s spirits. Eventually, when an individual’s success assists in encouraging other persons having anxiety disorders, it makes one to feel much better . Anxiety is the feeling of horror and panic that results from being tense about a particular situation in one's day to day activities . Fear and thinking of future are to major factors that make people anxious . In addition

Growing up in the small town of New Castle, Colorado, my family and I remained very close. We spent the majority of our time together, working and playing around the small ranch my parents owned. My sister and I were just 3 years apart, and my brother joined our family much later. Being 9 and 12 years younger than his sisters, he began his journey much differently than ours. He was spoiled rotten by his sisters while he was young, and when we graduated and moved into college, he was granted the ‘only child’ role. Though this began in a very exciting manner, it became somewhat lonely. My sister and I came back on every break, but it didn’t compare to our childhood days of spending every evening and every weekend sharing the household chores

I entered this crazy world on June 10th 2001 with a full head of hair and screaming as loud as I could with only one sister always wondering what I was. Apparently some weird alien thing that just appeared in her life at the age of two. Over the years I learned that I was in love with animals. I had 2 cats and a bearded dragon named Kristna ,who would constantly chase me around my sister's room while my sister just laughed. My sister and I were always very different. I was always into hair and makeup she was more into dinosaurs and cars but somehow we always made it work. Whether it was “doing the dinosaurs hair or having my barbies get run over by her race cars we always seemed to have the best of times. We grew up always playing together

When I was younger, my passion was riding and horses. I became interested in horses after my mom took me to the stable to see her friend’s horse. Soon after that, I started riding lesson in that particular stable, at the time I was around seven years old. It was not long after beginner’s course that I had to quit, because the distance between the stable and my home was quite long, and my parents did not have time to take me there. After a while we found a stable near my father’s house and I started to go there almost every time I visited him which happened on weekends.

I was now ready to “soar through the sky” while still being attached to a rope. Elena and I decided that we were going to be partners for this activity. At first, the thought of us doing zipplinning together puzzled me because of how different are body weights were, therefor making me a little hesitant to do it. I eventually pushed the fear into the back of mind and started to climb up the soaring structure. Once both Elena and I reached the top, we sat down on the edge of the platform and were reviewing the safety precautions. When we were finally all strapped in a ready to go, I looked to my right to see Elena shuffling slightly with fear. My first thought was to lean over and pat her on the back, but I soon realised that I was strapped in