Personal Narrative: Double Lungs

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

I was in my room for a little bit and I saw my parents peer around the corner and I started crying because I was so happy to see them. That was the first time I had cried during this entire experience.

We arrived at the hospital and went straight to her room. The sight shocked me to my core there were tubes and wires everywhere and the beeping of the machines filled the room. She wasn't fighting anymore. She was just laying there, she was so still it terrified me.

I am Mr. Lungs. I am located on either side of the chest. I am in the respiratory system. Air is taken to the body from the nose, or the mouth, then taken to the trachea, which branches off to the bronchi, then to me. I work with the heart and the blood as well. My main functions are to do a process called “respiration,” or breathing. In respiration, oxygen from incoming air enters the blood, and carbon dioxide leaves the blood. In order to do this, oxygen, coming from air, comes to the nose, or the mouth, then to the trachea, then the bronchi, and finally to me. I am important because, I supply the body with oxygen, and take waste out. The Human Body Corporation needs oxygen to live. You should not fire me because, the Human Body Corporation

“I know and you're going to be ok.” I said even though I knew he wasn't going to be ok. We all knew he was going to die in a matter of a few minutes. And during those last few minutes we had with him we prayed to the lord that he would take care of the officer and watch over us during the rest of our journey ahead. I couldn't stand there looking at his dead body so we covered it with a blanket we found in a car. Next we heard more gunshots and they wouldn't stop. There were tons of cars around us getting hit with bullets and the bullets kept bouncing off.

My heart started pounding against my chest, trying to escape and find a healthy pair of lungs, because mine it seemed had been replaced with those of a six-year-old girl. My mouth grew cold and dry as if the air around me was on the brink of snow. I desperately tried to tell my brain that everything was fine and that there's no need to panic. But my brain ignored me, as it had done many times before, and ordered by organs to keep fighting the against the danger to come. My head never seems to listen to me.

As humans, we have a natural concern for the wellbeing of our peers, however we are too often powerless, either because we are too young or too poor to make a difference. However, like some of my fellow Latinos, I was given an oxygen mask in the form a citizenship to the most powerful country in the world. This mask allows me to take a deep breath and think clearly, think about my plans to overcome the poverty that I was born into. As a human, my every movement relies on oxygen, and thanks to the oxygen mask that is my American citizenship, I have met many people that have each given me their share of oxygen. These people include Victoria and Dennis Mayer, who helped me learn about the American culture, Diane Runkle and Caroline Wright, who

It was five A.M. when the alarm on my phone went off. The sound of birds and waves in the morning is supposed to be a calming effect, but really it just pissed me off knowing that it was this early that I actually had to be awake. My anger grew considering that I had to get up to see a doctor that would inevitably draw my blood—which is the one thing you could do to me that would cause me to lose my mind in the short minutes of anticipation that a needle would be plunging through my skin.

My lungs burn from running so far. I don't let it bother me though, I just keep going, not able to shake what Mom had just told me. My father didn't leave us...he was murdered by the person I now know as my stalker. There are many thoughts processing in my mind right now, but the main thing I'm wondering is, why would he come back to taunt me? He killed Dad, and now he wants to hurt our family even more, is that it?

Sitting in the uncomfortable seat made out of polyurethane foam and breathing in the stale airplane air, the inflight safety announcement starts:

She was so worried what was going to happen, she deiced she might as well risk it and open it so she did it said your mom is just like you now. She was so confused but went up to her house to see what was happening. When she got there something seemed weird but she didn’t know what….

I went into the front room shocked, extremely scared and watched until the ambulance pulled into the driveway. My grandpa was put into the ambulance and taken to the hospital. I was really afraid and really didn’t know what

I practiced the diaphragmatic breathing three times after watching the video on YouTube. I thought that it was easy and realized during the first exercise that it was not easy to master. I could not feel my belly going up. I first thought it was due to the fact that I have a very flat belly. I forced on breathing so I could feel the difference between the movements of my chest and my belly. I felt nervous about not being able to do it, which was funny since the exercise was all about relaxing. I tried again the next day, and this time I put a book on my stomach like the video suggested. I tried to breathe slowly and it worked better than the first time. Thanks to the book I could feel my belly going up

My mom gets back in the car and we take off then all of a sudden BOOM! we get hit by a big red truck. After all the impact we just past out and a couple of minutes later my mom is yelling saying,

I was taken to the hospital to get some stitches and then proceeded to leave the emergency room with my grandma and saw my mom who was waiting outside, crying. I was still unable to comprehend why it would cause someone to cry just because something bad happened to someone else.