Personal Narrative: Dolphin Rebuilding

The theme between the pod, can animals feel and think , and bats! is to care about others.

It was sometime around 6:00 p.m. on a Thursday night in the middle of January 2016. There was a swim meet going on and it was just about to start. The teams were warming up and getting ready for the meet that was due to start in the coming hour. I was warmed up and concentrating on the race listening to music in my newly acquired platinum studio beats. The music was loud and the nerves were setting as I walked into the locker room with my friend and teammate. As we passed I said good luck to our teammate who I was racing against in the 200 free style. Then out of know were he pulled my friend to the side and whispered something in his ear. I didn’t hear what was said as I had continued to walk. My friend came over to me and I asked what he had said and he told me. He told me

I know I have not seen you in too long, but that is over. I am now the President. As you know, 12 days ago, was the surrender at Appomattox Courthouse. If you know not, Confederate Army General, Robert E. Lee surrendered his 28,000 troops to Union Lt. General, Ulysses S Grant after the last battle of the war in the morning. Then, one week ago, John Wilkes Booth murdered Abraham Lincoln at Ford’s Theatre. Since I was his Vice President, and he died, I am now the President. I am glad that the war is over and the bloodshed is done. The Surrender at Appomattox filled me with joy. As for the Lincoln assassination, I have mixed views. I have deep sorrows and condolences for Lincoln and his family, for I liked the man and he respected me well. I am also

Today was a day that I couldn’t describe. I woke up with a shiver, but that was just because of the mice that were examining me with great interest. My crew and I came to Hawaii to repair our damaged ships and to take a break from the back breaking work of hunting for whales, but we were thrown into jail for trying to set fire to the town. I was allowed to leave jail one

White foam spreads across a carpet of clear blue. The carpet rises, and the foam curves off the back and crashes to the ground. It travels back across a desert of sand and repeats its actions. The morning sun meets the surface, bouncing off and chasing the reflection of the birds flying. Screams of excitement run past me, their bodies wading into the deep blue. Fiberglass skimming across the top, breaking the perfect surface. There was no looking back now. My heart jumps as i follow closely behind. My arms moving fast, diving deep into the warm liquid. Eager to get to the Hawaiian Dives. We start to slow, the sharp, brown rock, marks the bottoms of my feet as i run across. My hands grip onto the rock as i throw my body up to stand. You could see everything from up there.

I’ll do as directed. Though, I still need to see the Dolphin Statue up close. Malcolm and Doris oblige me. While we meander there, I don’t speak about the cyclist with the yellow baseball cap, though I yearn for him and Bobby. I put that aside and continue my journey to reach the bronze sculpture. Where, at last in its magnificence, I find solace. In the belief, that my brother and perhaps his twin have gone to a place like Summerland, to rest in beauty and peace, in a universe where dolphins play and kindness is the norm.

When I came into the Corps I was and still am a scrawny kid; five feet seven and one hundred twenty pounds soaking wet. I came to the Corps to be challenged physically and mentally, however, I was not prepared for what I was getting myself into; I joined the Fighting Texas Aggie Fish Drill Team.

At the end of the day Reef got into Franks truck and head off to the rehab center to say goodbye to Leeza. Leeza hadn’t been the first one Reef had to say goodbye to, Alex left the home to go be with his parents, Scar off to university with the scholar ship she received after graduating high school, Reef had been proud of Scar, she was smarter than the others and proved it,

In my experience, I have found that life has a way of putting one exactly where he or she needs to be. I started my journey going back to school to help families get resources in order for their children to have all their needs met so that they can feel and become successful. I thought by getting my degree in Human Services that I would work with youth and families, however, after taking many addictions courses and with the advice of Dr. Dyer to challenge myself by trying something different for my capstone, I decided to go to Oceans Addiction and Recovery services (OARS).

It was a bright day in Key Largo when I first arrived in Ocean Reef during the summer. Seeing the beige guard gate with green palm trees surrounding it at the entrance of this prestigious club reminded me of all the good times I have had there. My mom swiped our membership card and speeded off into the club with excitement. The car, speeding, turning, and almost crashing had made it to the golf cart rental station in one piece, where we rented a cart. This cart was freedom. Finally, I could embark on my journey and meet up with friends I had not seen in what felt like months. My cart made it to the “Raw Bar,” a restaurant known to all the club members at Ocean Reef. Before I got off my cart, I could already smell the fresh and salty tuna sashimi

If I was stranded on Jurassic Park Island with only one person there would be many qualities I would want that person to have. I would want someone brave, knowledgeable on survival, has experience with dinosaurs, and would protect me.

I stopped getting bored of the book once he talked about his trip in the Artic. It finally felt like we were going somewhere. It is crazy how they can pinpoint a location where they would have a better chance of finding what they are looking for. This again is another think I cannot wrap my head around. If you don’t know where something is, it would seem difficult to find a location that will have a probable chance of succeeding. If it were me I am sure I would be like some sort of grave digger, digging holes all over the place. Maybe even that guy you find at the beach with a metal detector surveying everything. I suppose that’s the reason I’m not a paleontologist then.

One time when I was working as a MA in coral reef medical, I call a patient to take him to a room and this patient was upset because he had being waiting in the waiting room for 40 minutes. First I apologize and said that I understand his point. Then, once he was inside the room I explain him that we had a patient that was having seizure and it took me more time that expected. Then I ask the patient if I can get him some water or coffee.

Every year in the small town of Taiji, located in Japan, the lives of more than 1800 dolphins are compromised for the benefit it commercial industries. In this town, dolphins are consistently subjected to torturous and unnatural acts of mistreatment, are taken from their natural habitat and are abused in order to satisfy selected companies. These dolphins are chased into a small cove, and obtain either one of two equally terrible outcomes; being butchered or sold as show dolphins. This inhumane occurrence is financed by the Dolphin Captivity Industry, such as Sea World, and Marine Land, who pay approximately $150,000 per dolphin. The dolphins considered undesirable in this situation

The first time I met Dalton Jones, who is now a very close friend, I did not know what to think of him. We met through the Cub Scouts program in Fort Mill, during an overnight trip to the Charleston Aquarium. He seldom passed me in the hallways at school, I only shared one class with him, and we did not coincide until that trip in the fall of our fourth grade year. At the aquarium, the tour guides made us set down our sleeping gear before observing the aquatic life. Dalton placed his gear next to mine, and our fathers, who already knew each other, engaged in conversation. With our parents distracted, Dalton and I explored the aquarium within the limits set by the tour guides.