Personal Narrative: Briceland Family

My family has lived here in Oregon since the before the war between the states, and family tells us stories of the good times before all these japs started taking over. Around the turn of the century or so it started to seem like these people were everywhere. It all started with the building of the railroad. The companies brought in those people to build the railroad, and now that the railroad is completed they will not leave. To make matters even worse there is an effort by their leaders to get them to strike for the same pay as us white people that work for the railroad. There has been extremely little or no effort on their part to become like us Americans. I was walking through town the other day and what did I see, there was a huge Buddha statue in front of a new Buddhist temple. They can't even go to church like regular people.

I thought she would laugh, but she didn’t. We were eating dinner together. My sister and dad were out to a movie. It was quiet, peaceful inside the house. My mother said, “You could be good at that.” When I asked her why she felt that way, she smiled. She said, “I know you’re always telling stories in your head.” She surprised me. I asked her if she thought my sister could be a writer and she said, “Not in the same way.” I wanted her to talk more about who she thought I could be, but my dad and sister came home. My dad was mad that we hadn’t made enough dinner for him, that we hadn’t thought to turn on the porch light, that the pesto had been left on the counter, that he always had to clean up after us.

Around 1982, the most terrifying, yet beautiful situation happened in the Allred family. The divorce of my father’s parents, Bobby Gene Allred and Debra Dixon Allred, split one family into two. Later in 1997, Bobby Lynn Allred and Gana Janelle Beesinger were married. This beautiful ceremony took three families and combined them all into a chaotic masterpiece. Most people get the privilege of two family get togethers, but I get that advantage plus one. For me, food, fellowship, and memories is what makes life jump for joy.

I walked in my dad's room and before I could ask my dad anything he

I knew exactly what was happening, well that’s what I thought. The first thing my mom said was, “Melinda we have something very important we need to tell you.” I thought I knew exactly what she was going to say , but I didn’t what she said was even better than what I thought I was about to hear. My mother said, “Melinda your father and I have been cheating on each other for the past three years and we both knew about the other one we just didn’t want to tell you. We thought that we were growing apart and got married too quickly.

The Brice family consisted of a family unit of five. The father Davie a lawyer, the mother Caroline, their teenage daughter Claudia, the younger daughter Laura and younger son Don.

He stared at me and I at him. Then proceeded to explain to me what had happened. Apparently my mother came home right before my father left to pick up my little sister from school. They fought as usual, however, this time she confessed; my mother had been cheating on my father. That then and there my father, heart sinking into despair, decided it was time for a divorce.

One of the substance abuse interventions I recently led, resulted in a very public miraculous healing. I was contacted by the McCracken family early in 2015 to lead a last chance intervention for their son Jeff. Jeff McCracken was barely alive when we got him to treatment. Once he arrived at the facility we had in place, they immediately sent Jeff to the hospital. His medical condition was dire, he was given two months to live and sent to Hospice. In Hospice, Jeff’s parents requested our team to pray over him. Within days of that event, Jeff had an incredible turn around and was released from Hospice and entered a program. I sponsored Jeff throughout the recovery process. God has utterly transformed his life. Dubbed a modern day “Lazarus,”

Thanksgiving is a week away that's about the only thing on my mind, my dad's mind, my mom's mind, everyone’s mind. Plus my dad just got back home from doing five years in prison, so yea it was something to look forward to, sitting at the table as a complete family again. Anyway we had just picked my dad up from work, that night we ate steak and potatoes, my favorite! It was a school night I had just gotten my school clothes ready and was headed to take my shower. I stopped in my parent’s room, because I saw my dad up getting dressed to go out that night. We talked for a minute or two then he told me goodnight he'll be back, so I continued to do what I was doing. I really had no idea this would be the last time I saw my dad. Around 7 a.m. the

I got the chance to interview a wonderful person, Ms. Breyonia Sterling. Breyonia resides here in Savannah, Ga and she is 18 years old. Her birthday is April 8th, which qualifies her to be an Aries. Breyonia Sterling is a wonderful person because she has an admirable personality, she is very success- driven, and has some unique favorites. I also learned while interviewing her that we have a lot in common.

The next day when my parents returned home from work, they called me into the living room. This scared me a little, they only did this when something bad was happening. When I walked into the living room, my father was sitting in a chair and my mother was sitting on our couch. When

Hearing Dad actually say that to me, so many emotions started rushing at me all at once. Anger decided to hit me first, I just started screaming at him and I couldn't stop. "How come I was never told that I'm this all powerful witch and the fact I have two long lost sisters that had to be given away. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?" I felt so bad for yelling at him, but anger took over me I stormed into our house ran upstairs and decided to call Grandma Tammy. She is someone who I know without a doubt would never lie to me, besides it's pretty obvious when she lies. Falling down on my bed made sound like a relief, but waiting for her to pick up is a whole different story I just couldn't stop thinking about everything that I have been hit with.

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

Hello, I’m Drake. I’m part of the Steinbrock household. I live with my parents and two sister. Quite an abnormal family. So let me tell you about my family.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.