Personal Narrative: Buying Or Belonging?

Michaela answered after 2 rings with the standard greeting and identified herself. I jumped in and said that I have a CD coming due with a large bank but am disappointed with the interest it is earning. She asked me what term the CD was and I told her 6 months. She then gave me the rates and I told her that was also low. She then told me about the 9 and 12 month CD, which has higher interest rates. I told her that the 12 month was a little better. I told her it would be hard for my wife and I to get to the back, to which she told me that they are open until 6:00 on Thursdays and on Saturday. I told her my wife and I were busy this Saturday but might come in the following Saturday. She then told me that we would first have to open a main

At 10:15 p.m. on 22nd December, John Livingston was halfway to the door, for his shift had ended, when a phone rang behind him. ‘One last call,’ he thought. Instinctively, he rushed back to his station.

Ring, ring, ring. This sound is ingrained in my subconscious as one of anxiety, confusion, frustration, and eventual relief. Junior year had just begun and I was busy completing my homework when the phone started to ring. I was already anticipating the ways I would spend my time after completing my written assignments and reviewing the new information learned that day in class. My father had not returned from work yet, and dinner had already come and gone. This initial idiosyncrasy, one that probably should have raised a "red flag," was glossed over as routine and ordinary. Times of tribulation and stress often expose who we truly are as individuals. They strip us of our defensive layers and reveal ourselves at the "bare bones," fundamental level. I had no idea that this telephone call (and subsequent events) would expose my true identity

(Juan and Eva are arriving to a night at the opera and sit down to applause. Music starts. Eva and Juan enjoy the music until, suddenly, Eva doubles over in pain and starts gasping for breath. )

“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”

The call came in around 3 in the morning, a thick echoing ringing that filled my ears and reverberated within my head. I fumbled for the phone and answered it, trying to get rid of the sleep that was trying to pull me back.

I got back to my room, saw a bright light of phone lit up small circle. May be call or message but of whose?

Ugh. The next one? " I don't want to be a "BURDEN." Double UGH. And after I got off the phone, I thought "that was SO easy. Why do I TORTURE myself before picking up that phone???" I mean, if the tables were turned, I would most certainly help out... NO QUESTION.

As I heard this I quickly rushed to the phone hoping that I could be the detective for this very interesting case. When I

Instinctively, Kate reached into her jacket pocket and read the message on her phone, informing her that her phone had only enough battery life to make one call. Immedialtely, Kate knew who that call would go to, she dialed the numbers praying that they would pick up...

- After verification, the client informs Krista that the QL number came up in his phone with a different name and he gives her the phone # he was contacted by.

"Baby, what's going on?" I frowned at her and she smiled weakly at me before she set her phone down and moved back so I could see her.

On my third day of practical placement I was asked to answer a call bell that was activated from Mrs Bee’s bedroom, when I approached her door I gently knocked and waited for an answer. When Mrs Bee answered and gave permission for me to

Life changed in a matter of minutes of receiving that dreaded late night call, the call that nobody

Dead silence. I put down the phone and trembled. Will she ever forgive me? I put myself to the pillows on my bed desperately and wailed like a child. Suddenly, Aggie came into my room.