Personal Narrative: Diamonds

I think that my family realized that I had crossed the threshold between childhoods when I began to form my own opinions. This first took hold when I took part in poverty stimulation at my local shelter. I was giving a character and a story behind the card I was given; the story made me become emotionally attached to this name I had been assigned and the family in which I came from. The experience made me question the prejudice of the society I was living in. How many times had I avoided eye contact with the people on the side of the road begging for money? I began a long journey of soul searching and questioning the beliefs my parents had raised me on. My thoughts were continually brought back to a book by C.S Lewis, it was called Out of the Silent Planet; a character named Weston believed that individual human lives don’t matter, they must be sacrificed to save mankind.

Kendrick asked me to have dinner with him tonight at his cottage. He said he was preparing something special for dinner. This would be our last time together before he went back to the oil rig for another twenty-eight day shift. As I thought of all that time we would be apart, I wanted to make tonight extraordinary, and something he would remember while he was out on the rig. I also hoped that it would make it easier for me to be without him for the next month. I still hadn’t had the courage to voice how I felt about him. I needed to figure out my feeling toward Kendrick. I started to believe I might be able to trust this male. Kendrick had risked his life to save me from the Finman. I couldn’t think about getting hurt again: it would crush me to have Kendrick deceived me. I

The arena was cold, the lights were bright and the pressure was on. We stepped out onto the ice it was fresh and crisp. It was time I had to be ready for the most important ringette game I've ever played.

First there was nothing but darkness. It felt like an endless void for one man. But as quickly as the darkness appeared, it disappeared into the light of day. The man dubbed ‘Hero’ quickly looked around the lush hills consisting of trees, rabbits, birds, squirrels and… slimes? He slowly walked over to one, still not trusting his legs, and as he drew closer the slime jumped at him. The slime impacted Hero and sent him stumbling backwards. Hero looked for something to fend off the attacker and found a copper short sword at his hip. He pulled it out of the sheath and stabbed at the slime. To his surprise the slime exploded into a pile of copper coins and a few balls of slime. Walking toward it he was surprised when the 2 objects started to float

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

On Saturday Jan 2, 2016 My Wife, and I had a free day with the kids and thought it'd be a good idea to visit your dealership as we are in the Market for a new vehicle. The salesperson who greeted me less than 30 seconds and 6 inches from my car door was Ryan Smith. I explained to him immediately which vehicle I was searching for and showed him the listing on your website. I made certain at this time to tell him we would not be buying today, I wanted numbers to take back to my credit union. He responded by arguing with me and saying to give his finance guys a chance. After a moment of defending my position he left to go find the car we came to look at.

This “short cut” may have lessened the mileage, but it sure did not lack hardships. The ‘Hole in the rock” route lead to months of unimaginable pain and trials, not to mention the 1800-foot-deep Colorado River gorge to bring their wagons down. Few pioneer companies demonstrated more courage, faith, commitment, and endurance than this one. No pioneer company ever constructed a wagon road through more inhospitable, unforgiving, rugged terrain. This faithful group of 250 men, women, and children, with their 86 full-sized wagons and over 1,000 head of livestock had been called to embark on this journey to a new life in San Juan, Utah and they would- No matter the cost.

“Hey you want to drive”, my step-dad yelled over the loud engine of blue grizzly 4x4 quad I yelled “yes!!”, so as I got one the quad I put on my helmet and fased the strap on the same color helmet.

There is something hypnotic about an empty stadium after a home win. It’s simply so quiet. But the atmosphere is electric. Like the air itself has a pulse. Like I can still feel the eager thrill of the crowd on my skin, the adrenaline from his home runs maddening the heart of us all. It’s unhinging. I have to admit it’s intoxicating. Like the world is at my feet and in these quiet moments I can do whatever I want, be whoever I want. Maybe a bolder girl, or braver; perhaps selfless and fearless.

Everyone has heard the term Diamonds are a girl’s best friend; referring to the four thousand dollar clear cut rock that sits on a girl’s hand. In this case the diamond is orange and doesn’t just sit pretty on your finger. The countless hours of scrubbing the orange and green stains from your pants to the bruises and cuts I get from diving and sliding. This diamond has taught me valuable lessons that I will take into my future career.

When I came to Medium Rare, it smelled so good, the food was everywhere in the air. When my family, friends, and I took our seats we were ready to eat and have a good time. In front of me was this African Amerian lady, it was a birthday as well. And to the left of me facing in front of me was some homosexual men that dress nicely. As I continue to look around at these people I start to analyzed that most of the African American were put to back closer to the kitchen and the bathroom. The waitress was very nice, kind, and sweet. When the white women were leaving they were saying some flirt ashes word to him, and the group of table I was seating started to laugh. There were no bad scents in the place, the smell was coming from delicious food, and the noise level was at a high minimum, so basically it was moderate plus the music in the background.

It was the last inning, the count was two balls and two strikes with two outs. Our catcher calls a curveball, I move three steps to my right. Alex is in the stretch, he starts his motion towards home, the runner on first breaks for second base. The pitch is delivered and the ball is hit directly up the middle and over the pitcher’s head, coming from shortstop, I break to my left, I am about to catch the ball when I glance at the runner. He was sliding right into me, I caught the ball, jumped up, and threw the ball while in mid-air. It was a perfect throw, right to the first baseman’s chest. That was it, the game was over, we had just beaten the number one team in the country to advance to the world series! We all threw

I am so humbled to have been a part of such a huge production and event this past weekend in West Palm Beach, FL. I Co Produced the first ever A Concert for Humanity benefit concert, benefiting the amazing charity Wells of Life. Did you know? every 21 seconds a child dies from drinking contaminated water. The Incredible team and I put together a concert to bring awareness to this and I have to say, we kicked ass. We got the Grammy Nominated NEEDTOBREATHE to fly out and put on the concert of a lifetime. 5 (short) weeks of hard work, planning, studying and preparing we were able to bring it all together. There were many highlights of my weekend, talking with the creators of Wells Of Life, meeting to many selfless people, hanging with the band,

“Seven” … “I’m looking forward to it.” He had just asked me to the dance and will be at my house at seven. I sat on my bed in awe, biting my nails, breathing heavily, and making up reasons why I can’t go and I couldn't think of one. The same girl who didn't have any friends was now going to the dance with someone. I looked at my knotty hair in the mirror and knew that it is going to be a problem. It was as knotty as a lion’s mane and I couldn't brush it through. I skidded to my mother's bathroom, snatched her black hair dye, and rubbed it into my hair with little position. Whilst my hair was getting ruined for the 10th time with hair dye, I looked through my sister's closet.”Creek” I opened the whimsical, wooden closet in my sisters bright

Dark brown eyes lined with a certain hardness within them as she stared straight ahead, unflinching, unblinking eyes at me. Her slender angular face is soft—a warm honey beige that makes the orange curvature of her lips painted in a not-so smile, red from the wine and ambrosia that she had been eating. She holds herself upright, her rough calloused hands placed firmly on the metal infused with a jade sword, yet at her back is her most favored weapon; her jaded ax.