Personal Narrative Analysis

Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.

Jerry wakes up in a dissociative state still hungover from the previous night’s drug binge, nullifying the pain with a fluffy, symmetrical line of Peruvian cocaine and a tightly packed bowl of luminescent green, trichome plastered cannabis nug sourced from California out of his Illadelph bong; naturally, Jerry was quite the aficionado in recreational drug use and progressive dependency. As dopamine floods his prefrontal cortex he’s invigorated with a renewed sense of grandiosity; he looks in the mirror, his eyes are sunken in, the pallor of his complexion is ghostly, an apparition of a once revered public figure. He averts his eyes to his many awards and commendations for a brief moment, before the cannabis takes effect. He brushes

Some of the difficulties that new fathers and mothers face is sleep deprivation. Being in the child’s life alone is hard, everyone is different in many ways so you have to put in hard work and dedication to meet the criteria of the baby.

For many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.

My parents are very different from each other. We all have different views on thing and school. I myself have only left the state once that was when I was like 2 months old my mom took me to Alabama to see my aunt and uncle and cousin. I love to fish and Longboard. I don't play too many video games. Also I absolutely can't wait unit I don't have to go to school any more. I will end up going to college one way or another because I would like a degree in engineering or something in that nature. I was almost put up for adoption when I went to Alabama. I have 4 brothers and 2 sisters. I only know one of my sisters. My mom lost custody of when I was little. I never met her. She is only like 2 years younger than me. I also play baseball. I have never went hunting or for that matter I have never shot a gun. I own 2 bows 1 for target practice and the other one is for hunting when i get older.

I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.

Failure is truly negative if we choose to not learn from it. When we face setbacks and difficulties, we are given golden opportunities to grow as people. Learning from our shortcomings makes us wiser, stronger, and unveils a chance to turn an undesirable outcome into a building block of character. My hockey career has been a sinusoidal trail of highs and lows, but I always learned from the downturns.

A middle-aged lady sitting patiently on the dental chair smiled faintly at me. It was my first time at Texas Mission of Mercy (TMOM), an event that provides free dental care to low income residents in Texas, and I did not know what to expect. I approached her and immediately noticed she was missing a front tooth. She introduced herself as Anne, and she told me her life story right off the bat. In summary, the culprit of her missing tooth was her abusive ex-husband. Despite her troubled past, she had a positive energy, but I could tell she was insecure about her smile. Finally, the dentist arrived back with her removable dental partials, and within seconds, he gave back the smile she deserved. When Anne saw her reflection, she immediately cried

“You have SVT” said the nurse across the room. A month earlier, at a track meet, I breathed heavily, staggering to the long jump pit. Maybe the familiar bass drum in my chest was nerves? The nurse tapped her pin. Sitting in a little room at the Heart Center of Nationwide Children's Hospital I was lost. Questions flooded my mind. I blankly stared at the nurse staring back at me. “Ultimately you have three options,” the nurse nodded with a half smile, “one of these options, we don’t offer often: a cure.”

Before the age of three I had an array of tests performed on me that most people do not have in a lifetime, including ultrasounds, MRIs, CAT scans, and endoscopies. However, none of the tests told the doctors what was wrong. They could not figure out what was causing me, starting at only one years old, to throw up starting at 3 A.M. and ending at 12 P.M., at least two nights a week. This went on for years. My parents and I became accustomed to these recurring “episodes” because medications only worked for so long, eventually my body would become used to them and the doctors would have to figure out what to prescribe me next. By the age of ten, I had outgrown my mysterious illness, but, I am still working to outgrow all of the struggles it

"Most everyone has a daily regimen that they follow like gospel. In mathematics, this would be considered commutative property:

The event that marked my transition from childhood to adulthood was when my father became ill. My parents would do everything for me they would take me to places, buy me things, and I was very dependent on them. I had to learn to be independent because my mom would take care of my dad, and I would have to do things for myself. This tragic transformation occurred on June 5, 2015; it truly changed my life. I could never imagine this would happen to my father. Even though it took me time to truly adapt to my new reality, I felt that the changes that led to me adulthood came quickly because there was no other option. I had to adapt to adulthood.

It was a frigid March evening in the mountains of Colorado when I began to see life in a new way. While on a youth ski trip hiding from an armed man outside the cabin, I came to a point in my life that changed my way of living. This experience brought me to the realization that I will not always be guaranteed tomorrow so live each day I have to the fullest. I never thought a trip to the mountains of Colorado would help me see life from a new perspective; however, I thought wrong.

"That will be $2500, please." I stared incredulously at the cashier. “Can I pay in credit?” I swiped my hopes through the credit card reader and continued my frustration throughout my day. My wife, soon new born, and I had just began renting a home. I had always thought life had less complexity within it. “Is this life, paying for the rest of your life?” I asked myself. This time I saw my parents within me. Bills, insurance, and the next check; I could see the great value of those words and share my parents worries. I remember that my mother and father worried dearly about having food on the table for my brother and I every day. At that point however, I was still confused, thinking that life was about getting a job and being set for life but that is not the case. I was months away from becoming a parent myself and I felt that this would all shift towards me and stand heavily on my shoulders. However, I was aiming for something better to offer. I knew at this point that all the worrying had to shift from myself, to finding a way to provide the best I could for my wonder baby girl and wife.

     Finally, sleep is lost and never will be regained. During the first year of a baby’s life, parents, especially mothers, lose 700 or more hours of sleep. That is a lot. No wonder parents look like a walking zombie. When babies do sleep through the night, parents still wake up to check on them to make sure that they are comfortable and everything is all right. Unfortunately, babies aren’t the only cause for loss of sleep. Teenagers are to. They go out and stay