Personal Narrative

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

One day my mom came and found me and my sister and told us we had to go somewhere. We went and found our shoes and started heading out the door. My sister and I started hoping down the front steps just about running into a vehicle parked out front. My mom told me and my sister to get in, both of us were kind of scared but we did it anyways. So me and my sister attempted getting into the big vehicle, well it may not have been that big, but to us it seemed like it was. We drove for what seemed like hours till all of a sudden the car stopped. I opened the door and hoped out onto the cold hard cement. I didn’t know where we were at, I had never seen this place before. The people in the car and my mom told us to go up to the front steps and they will be right behind us. So me and my sister made our way up the steps and to a big front door. We looked and found a doorbell and chose to push it. After just a little while the door opened and this younger couple looked down at us with huge smiles on their faces.

My family and I was walking down the road and it was dark and muddy. My sister and I was worried about this so called new world because we know nothing about it all we know about is our great country Canada. I was walking beside my brother and my sister was in between my mother and my father. My siblings and I argued a little more than most times at home. The walk took about 4 to 5 days and when we got there to the boat I looked up and

It was almost dark, my uncle called the cops to report a missing person statement. The cops were so mean. They legit told my uncle that they would not go out and search for him until he goes missing for 10 days. We had no other options but wait and pray. It was dead quiet, silence filled the room. My uncle heard a knock on the door. We all thought it was my dad. My mom and uncle rushed to the door to see if it was him. When my uncle opens the door, a stranger was standing there. He looked worried and like didn't know how to start talking or introduce himself. My uncle asked what he wanted and the man was like “ Is this Bassam’s brother?”. Bassam was my

We got in my dad’s truck and headed to our house. I still remember this like the day was yesterday my dad turned to me and my brother and said “I hope you boys never have to experience anything like this ever again In your life’s.” We got back to our house and it was perfectly fine. A tree fell across the road which would become our tree house for weeks to come. There was no power what so ever so at night there was no air or lights. My dad pulled a mattress into the living room and me, mom, and my brother laid on it and my dad would sit up all night basically fanning us with a huge piece of card

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

Franklin Delano Roosevelt once stated, “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” This quote is a historical quote from World War II; however to me, its significance goes farther than that. This quote is the story of my transition from a child to an adult. I had a phobia of addressing large crowds; the fact that everyone’s attention would be on me was abashing. This was true until I reflected on how my phobia was keeping me back from a lot of opportunities, such as class presentations and future public speaking events. After deep reflection, I made the courageous decision to audition to speak at my eighth grade promotion ceremony. This was quite a leap for an introvert such as myself; however, I persevered my way through the audition and won the role as the MC. The valiant decision to speak at my promotion ceremony has shaped who I am and what I am able to accomplish today.

I ran upstairs crying filled with terror. I come to the top of my steps and turn to see my dad holding my 7 year old sister Alli crying in his arms. It looked like my dad had just seen a ghost, because he was so scared. Considering we were all extremely scared we all slept in our parent’s room. Next thing you know my dad got a text from our neighbors Stacey and Tyler saying our tree was on

My eyes filled with hatred as I stepped foot in the bitter cold cabin and made eye contact with the man that betrayed my brother and I five years ago. And this is where I would be for the next five weeks.

In the cold winter of the year 2001, my mom and dad had just departed the house to head to church around 11:40 pm to Our Lady of Guadalupe because they were signed up to go to the chapel every Friday night. It was just my siblings, my grandpa, my dogs and I at home. My siblings Anabel, Walter and I had laid down a whole bunch of blankets and pillows down in the living room on top of the warm red carpet and turned all of the lights off except for the Christmas tree lights because it was past our bedtime so we began to get ready for bed. We had our dogs Paloma and Blacky sleeping with us, both not too big, Blacky was black and was the father of Paloma who was mostly white in color with black ears and a few black spots. It was a peaceful chilly night and my grandpa was already fast asleep, in fact we could hear his snores all the way to the living room all the way from his bedroom, it was 11:30 pm when we had already

We all hopped in the car and my little brother had forgotten his toy and blanket so my mother ran back into the house to get them for him. On the way back down the stairs to the front door my mother was stopped by my father. He struck her once on the left side of the face, she dropped to the ground. My seat was the closest to the front door and I witnessed everything, she scrambles to her feet and manages to get out of the door. My father screams out the door "where the fuck do you think you're going?" my mother mumbles something to the likes of "the kids are hungry." He slams the door and I can hear his angry footsteps up the stairs of our house. I can't remember much about the trip that night, we weren't going to Mcdonalds me and my older sister discovered this pretty quickly. We fell asleep and I woke up to my grandpa that I had only met a few times and an uncle that I had never seen before, we had made our way to Arizona our new home.

I had a nightmare and I woke up in the middle of the night. I decided to walk around a little bit and maybe gets something to eat. I walked into the living room and I saw my grandma asleep on the couch. I woke her up and asked where my parents and what was going on and she told me.

Such a peaceful Saturday morning I thought to myself as I lay in a daze on my bed. Contemplating weather or not it’s worth it to crawl out of my bed and watch the early morning cartoons. My friends at school always seem to fill me in when I miss it I thought to myself as I began burying myself underneath my fortitude of blankets. Seconds later there was a pounding at my door and my dad came in to tell me that I was going to the zoo today. Extremely ecstatic I zipped my clothes on and ran down the stairs to go wait in the car. Almost falling out of my seat with excitement the whole ride there I would repeat each and every animal that I wanted to visit at the zoo until it drove my parents crazy.

I had followed instructions and soon realized that I was indeed about twenty miles east of Cresco where they had dropped me off. Once back at home, I was greeted by my frantic mother and deeply concerned father. They had been noticing my disappearances lately, and it had them worried given the situation I was under with U.A.C.T. I couldn’t blame them though, my existence put them

My mother then picked me up and set me down in the car. Water was already pooling around her ankles. She ran back into the house and grabbed what seemed to be most of our belongings and when she came back, she started the car and took off. She told me we were heading to a safe place. I remember questioning why our home wasn't safe anymore. Once we got to my mom’s so called “safe place,” I noticed that we weren't the only family with what seemed to be our whole homes in our arms. I even noticed some children from my school.