Personal Narrative Analysis

While you're working at the rescue station, the phone rings of a missing father who hasn't been seen in 5 months after going to Mount. Everest. You think to yourself, "Why should I save them? They risked their life, so now you are going to risk ours?" Well, this is what you have been training for, for half your life. Training for this long will finally pay off. The man's life matters too and it is in danger, so he needs to be saved. People do have the right to rescue services when they put themselves at risk.

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

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It was 1918 and i was living in kansas city it was a hot summer night that we heard that we was going into war i remember that night like it was yesterday. It was me and my brother and my mother and father i was 15 years old almost all grown up but i have to be 17 in my parents eyes to get to live on my own my brother was 12 i am the oldest. At that time my mother was 35 and my father was 36, things was going well until get heard the news around town that the war was on its way so through the summer we was getting ready mom said that we had to move to a place called Georgia and i was so upset about leaving kansas but if it meant that i was going to be a live with my family i guess i will have to go and live with the fact that i will live down there for the rest of my life. So we was packing up what little bit of food that we had and so we put it in your wagon and we was on your way the whole time i was so mad until we got to kentucky then we was able to get some rest and my parents was able to get some sleep to.

I was once a very closed off person, unsure of how others may react to my loud and somewhat aggressive personality. I was wary of the possibly negative reactions I would receive, so I lived a rather quiet existence, closing myself off from the outside world. As I grew older I became unsettled with my reclusiveness, so I did what any sensible person would do, I traveled a 1,000 miles away from home to a place I have never been to with a bunch of people I had never met.

I’ve lived behind my brother’s shadow since I can remember. Even coming into high school the first question I was asked was “Are you related to Diego? (My brother)”. It’s like they recognize him and before they even notice me. For example my family will greet him with smiles and hugs and I with “what’s your name again?” This has actually affected because I grew up shy not wanting to say anything, well its not like they noticed me.

Food is marvelous. It can be served in so many different ways: Fried, boiled, sauteed, steamed, grilled or even served cold. Food can be used for comfort or even communion amongst family and friends. As a child I ate everything that was placed in front of me, newer flavors meant a happier me.

As a child, I was exposed to a toxic environment. With a mother who was addicted to drugs at the time, things at home were hostile. The ability to grow and prosper like a normal child was nearly impossible due to the toxic aroma and the constant drama within the home. However, I have grown a lot from that. After being taken away from that type of environment, I was finally able to build a benevolent personality for myself nonetheless, my self-esteem had mounted to levels that not even I could fathom. Having being able to take both the good and the bad experiences within my childhood, I have been able to grow in order to become the driven leader I am now. With the help of councillors, youth care workers, family members, and many more people,

“the strongest people are not those who show strength in front of us but those who win battles we know nothing about.” This is a quote I have recently found and it has opened my eyes up to the fact that there are over seven million different and extraordinary people living in the world today. Every one of them has endured hardships, made tough choices, and been influenced by other people around them their whole lives. I know this is true because I have been on my own journey since the day I was born three thousand miles away in Guatemala city.

Initially, one could apply life experience, such as one becoming lost from their parent in a grocery store, or lost in the woods. Such a scenario is not foreign to many, for if one doesn’t experience it for themselves, they hear of it on the news, from family or friends of a child becoming lost. One such example would be mine. Our family are avid hunters, and when I was young my siblings and I pushed deer from a distance towards my parents so that they could dispatch the animal, providing meat for our family. As I walked through the woods I was separated from the others. Everything was quiet, and as I tentatively took each step forward in the direction instructed, began to feel quite lost. I called out for them and I called out to my parents,

Enthralled by the bright neon lights of Las Vegas, I found myself in a situation I couldn't forget. The evening breeze of July was hot and humid. Despite the ambient from above, my brain was short-circuiting with anxious thoughts. I was about to collapse; I was terrified, yet I pretended to be calm.

When I was in second grade, I became a statistic. My parents divorced, and I went from living with both my parents and siblings to living with just my mother and siblings. As I am preparing for college, it is just my mom helping to cover expenses. This is my reason for needing financial assistance. She is not able to pay for my college expenses and for my other two siblings also. Since I have been in high school, I have been consistently busy with sports and activities during the week, also the divorce agreement legally states I have to go see my father every other weekend and in the summer. These make finding hours to work hard, making it difficult to have a job. Therefore, I do not have as much money in my savings account as many high schoolers.

I still remember that day-when the world burst into flames. Well, my world at least. Growing up in the lively city of Lakeville, Minnesota was easygoing: school was great, I had a lot of friends, and participated in many activities. My life was good. Little did I know that my life was gonna soon change because I was leaving the only place that ever felt like home to me.

Have you ever been so nervous that you cannot eat, sleep, or do anything productive? It was September 3rd, 2015, the dreaded day of the open house was upon me. For the weeks leading up to this event all I could do was worry about if the children would like me, if the parents would like me, or would I be irrelevant to them since I am only the teacher’s assistant. These thoughts would go around and around in my mind day after day night after night. All the schooling I had put myself through the last few years was leading up to this moment, the beginning of “real life”. A few weeks before, I was hired on as an assistant pre-k teacher for a private preschool and kindergarten. I was so excited to finally have a job that did not consist of me hanging clothes or dealing with money but actually had to do with my area of study, early childhood education.

Is there really a God? Is it possible that there is a superior being watching over us? It seemed farfetched to me when I was younger. I asked myself these question growing up. I never bought into the thought of believing in a God as a kid. That was until I faced adversity in my life. I turned to my faith in hard times. Religion is a crutch. When you are wounded, you often need a crutch. The crutch symbolizing faith, and the wounded leg embodies the problems we face in life. In my life, I have learned that faith has been side by side with me for my existence and through tough times. Life can get hard, but when you stand by your faith when dodging obstacles it makes it much easier. That is how faith can help overcome obstacles.