Personal Narrative: Box House On The Sale

One morning, i was in 6th grade, my sister and I wake up, and we are home alone. We heard large noises on the porch. We went to go peek through the curtain, and there was a man lying on our porch. I called the neighbors, and we both hopped the fence and they let us in. The cops had then been called, while the stranger was still on our porch. The cops arrive and get the stranger and his information. The following day, we found out the man was on probation. The significance of this day, was the neighbors, that we are good friends with, helped us out in the moment of panic, and my sister and I not knowing what to do. Transformation that created fear of this day, was when we were home alone getting ready for school around 10:30, and then having a stranger at my doorstep. Also, not knowing what to do at that one moment of panic at time.

I didn't always live in California. Before California I lived in Denver, Colorado. Before Denver I lived in Aurora, Colorado. When we moved to california we had a family of five. We moved to California, when I was six, Then we lived at my grandma’s house in Riverside for a year. We found a place on Ferree Street and that became our home.

On Monday 6/29/2015 Sgt. Alexander and I was dispatched to the Hostess House located at 6741 Highway 70 in reference to 2 subject, Mr. Burnette and Mr. Jacobs that were renting room 251 and had outstanding warrants.

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

On April 1, 2000, I was placed into a group home because of my behavior at the home. My dad and I didn’t get along. So he sent me to a placed called Bowman House. When I arrived there the first person I met was a lady name Alexander, she begin showing me around the units. Alexander was called the granny of the units. It was two units for the boys and girls. She took me to the boys unit first to look at the units. After I looked at the boys unit she took me to the girls unit. Where I would be staying. I had the chance to bond with Alexander, it wasn’t something I was trying to do it just happen. I had to stay with Alexander until the staff came back from picking the other peers up from school. An hour pass and the peers came back I had to go

Ultimately, after examining the child's location with an ultrasound, the physician informed Dax, "I have to take her for the C-section." I yowled for 10 mins. I was so dissatisfied. I attempted actually difficult! Yet she appeared magnificently. They placed her on my breast, and also I was so delighted that everyone was safe.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

When my dad and stepmom began talking about moving, I didn’t think much of it. They had moved a lot, so I admit I wasn’t really worried about it. Where they were living then, was my favorite out of all the places they had lived because it was right down the road from my mom’s house. It was easy for my sister, Kelcey, and I to go visit our dad, stepmom, and little sister, Kyra. We could literally just walk, before I had a car, over there almost whenever we wanted. But, that changed when they started talking about moving again.

The house on Plum Street was a tall and narrow building littered with rain battered fliers and miscellaneous bills like a house shaped pinata. A paper taped to the front door of a house can mean any number of things; a local bluegrass band was hanging fliers for a gig and wanted to get the word out or a very persistent Jehovah's Witness wanted to get the Good Word out or you haven't paid your mortgage in two years and the bank is foreclosing your home, for example. In this case it was all of the above.

It was saturday, October 2016. Me and my friend J.T pulled up to Michael Wood’s house. His mom Alexis was throwing a party. Because Mr.wood just got a promotion at work. And it was their last week here before they moved to Detroit. Over 1,200 miles away from where I live in Miami Florida. J.T and I hang out for most of the party. Until I saw Michael. I wanted to congratulate him and his dad. But it would be too sad. Hey Michael what's up, oh how's it going bro. Nothing much I replied. I really wanted to ask him about his dad's promotion so I

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.

Not long ago I glance around looking at the people around me in a chilly fragrant small trailer home that smelled of pets with the dog barking and the cat sprinting across the carpet back and forth, I saw how much happier everyone was now compared to when we lived in a big clean house with a warm fireplace. That day I realized that it all comes down to the company you keep. You could live in a mansion and be miserable if the people who are there with you are toxic to the same extent you could live in a tent surrounded by friends and be as happy as a clam. We had just been kicked out of the house due to a divorce; thankfully we were prepared for it and made arraignments to stay with family. It is almost shocking the complete lack of stress

We moved to the house on Wilhoyt Lane when I was in fourth grade. Before we moved to the house on Wilhoyt Lane we lived in a two story house in the middle of some fields. Before my dad got a job in Yerington my mom was a teacher in Fernaly and my dad did tile. The house that we lived in was a one story house that was in a decent sized neighborhood, with a small backyard. The house that we lived in Fernaly was definably smaller than the houses we lived in Yerington.

Justin made my first home purchase extremely simple, and was very attentive throughout the whole process. I had so many questions and he took his time to answer all of them. I can honestly say without his help and guidance i would have had to wait until next year to make my first home purchase. Even after closing he treats me with the same level of respect as he did from the beginning when i reach out. i highly recommended his services if you are looking for someone as dedicated as you in making the purchase of your new home easy and quick.

Growing up, i’ve dreamed about becoming a boxer. I remember the very day when my father took me to Academy to go buy me a set of boxing glove, and punching bag for my 10th birthday. I was not a violent kid, but I was amused and enthusiastic of the sport of boxing. I grew up watching Muhammad Ali, Mike Tyson, and all of the greatest boxers of all time. My hunger for boxing was definitely something that gave me the drive to get in the ring to spar with a couple of young folks. Whenever I am in the ring, I mentally and also physically prepare myself for whatever that comes at me. By that, I take deep breathes before the match, following up by some shadow boxing. This helps keeps my adrenaline flowing, and my mind prepare for the fight.