Personal Narrative: Blood Loss

A time I had to overcome adversity in my life was when I became injured during the middle of cheer tryouts. At the time I was very passionate about competitive cheer, and my goal was to make the junior five team. When I got to tryouts everyone was tumbling, stunting and doing the dance routine. My adrenaline was pumping as I went to warm up my tumbling and throw a roundoff, back handspring, layout. I was determined to accomplish this for tryouts and impress my coach, but I was still very nervous. As I was running into the roundoff back handspring, I knew something was bound to go wrong. The next thing I knew I was in the middle of the air and suddenly landed on my knees, with my ankle twisted under me. My face got bright

Witnessing death was something that came surprisingly easy for me. I didn’t scream, I didn’t become sick, I was oddly settled.

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

The loss of my younger brother changed my life in ways that I couldn't have imagined at the time of his death, but I was bombarded with so many emotions and undertakings that deeply impaired my thought process.

Reaching across the center console of my car, I imagined the commute that I had into school. My 1992 Jeep Cherokee courageously braved the snowstorm of the year, with only one functional windshield wiper and a forlorn four wheel drive system. As I turned onto the Merritt Parkway, a Honda Civic swerved past me and proceeded to weave in and out of the afternoon traffic. Fast-forward sixty seconds and that Honda was now engulfed by the powder white trees which bound the highway. Instinctively, I pulled up behind the crash site, dialing 911 as I ran over to the mangled wreck. I peered into the car, my pupils the size of marbles, and the driver seemed uninjured; regardless, I proceeded to reassure the driver that Emergency Medical Technician’s/Paramedic’s

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

For as long as I could remember, a trail of blood always seemed to follow me. It starts when some punk kid picks on me, the next week or so, they die. Most blame me, the police accused me. No matter where I would go, the killings follow me. Nobody wanted a girl like me around, I wouldn't blame them. I wouldn't be around me anyway. At least at home, I wouldn't get bullied, no more killings.

that we're conditioned to not ask questions and have been marginalized into this as our only source of news .

Your mother was brought in by the ambulance on January 19. She was having difficulty speaking, swallowing and was showing signs of paralysis on her right side. Your mother has a history of high blood pressure and high cholesterol. Your father said that she is taking medication daily. Your father said that your mother has been fine until her face started drooping and she complained of having a headache. Your father stated that she was unable to drink her coffee without it spilling down her face and she was reaching in the cupboard when her arm started to fall. She was getting up from the kitchen table when she collapsed and was not able to get up without help. Your mother then was not able to move and could not swallow or talk.

A couple of years ago, one night, I was about to propose to my girlfriend before an nfl game tbh, when my roommate Joseph barged into the room out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking a glass table with his face. Totally ruined the mood. Now, I didn't know Joseph THAT well, don't even remember where he was from, but let' just say I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries.Joseph had gotten a big glass shard in his eye, making him completely blind in that eye. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months. Then suddenly, he disappeared, along with my girlfriend .Apparently they'd bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together , left me behind without as much as a note.

As I sit and reflect, there is so much of my work that I owe to a great many of my predecessors. However, there is one man who keeps coming to mind and without his contributions to science almost 275 years ago; my work could have taken a drastically different course. I have devoted my life to the sciences, starting my career as a chemist in Zurich. Even then I was interested in the mechanisms of immunity and the nature of antibodies (Nobel). This led me to the discovery of blood groups and because of that; blood transfusions became realty, saving untold numbers of people throughout the world. None of this could have happened without the brilliant work of Marcello

“Get down,” I say, pushing my agent-in-training Xavier to the ground. “Turn on the voice detector and don’t say a word. I’m recording.”

I sat at the kitchen counter, staring at the green cabinets and bowls of fruit. I wanted to play in tonight’s soccer game, but my mind was still foggy from the drugs I received in the hospital the day before. I didn’t want my teammates to see me like this. My hair was matted from where my head rubbed against the blue hospital pillow, and a wrinkled piece of clear tape secured a nasal feeding tube onto my cheek. I hated what the tube meant: that I was inadequate and that I couldn’t drink by myself. I was someone who insisted on doing everything on my own, and the thin, flexible tube was a physical reminder that I could not. My mom and dad lauded my bravery, but I dismissed them. I didn’t believe bravery was dictated by necessity.

The 21st century is assumed to be the safest period in the human history. The science of medicine has been vastly improving, resulting in numerous solutions to avoid decease effectively, we have not experienced an anguish of war, we do not die prematurely either. Accordingly, we are living longer but there is something, something so essential we tend to forget about, its obviousness that we’ve become untouched and emotionless in the matters of it. We have become murders of our own life giving source- the Earth.

There was no card that said,"I'm sorry for being a douche bag," so I had to settle for this one. I should have called or texted to see how you were doing but I wanted to do something for you instead. I know you will find the perfect place for this. I know this won't make up for everything you went through but I hope it brings you a little bit of happiness.