Personal Narrative Essay

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

The darkness consumed my cousin, but not completely. A part of me did not want to believe that she committed a mass murder and maybe, just maybe it was someone else. But the proof that the police needed was all there. We weren’t that close but it pained me to know that someone who i thought to be as a kind and caring person could kill people.

The day we found out that my grandma was battling cancer for the second time, my parents didn't want me to visit him in the condition that he was in. but finally I told them that I just need to see my grandpa and they were right, I didn't want to see him like that, they had him strapped to a hospital bed, and wouldn't let him up. You could tell my grandpa didn't want to be in there he couldn't even speak but by the way he was grabbing us in the sense of “let me leave”. I just knew this was bad. S few weeks later they sent him to a hospital home, and we went to go visit him he was doing GREAT he was walking talking eyes open and watching the Sunday night football like he usually did, cowboys were his favorite team. I was so happy for him and me that I wasn't going to lose him and I knew in my heart that he was getting better.

Thirty-six dresses, twenty-one shoes, many different hairstyles, and finally God knows how many hours later Cecelia stood staring at herself in front of her tall mirror. Her shiny black hair was gathered on top of her head and held in place by diamond pins that made her hair look like a sparkling tiara. Curly, ink-black eyelashes feathered her beautiful sapphire blue eyes. She was elegantly dressed in a long silk black coloured dress, with a shimmering silver scarf draped over her shoulders.

I didn’t know how to grow up. No one was there to tell me what I should say and, more importantly, what I shouldn’t say to others.

It was an ideal day to do an inquiry for my social study project. And to face death. Not that the two have anything in common. When you hear the term “sudden death,” you don’t expect there to be an actual loss of life, but there was nothing ordinary about that day. It was the day that affected everyone’s life. It was September 10, 2018. It’s not natural when in one flash you are doing a typical class project and, in another flash, something clicks your brain. Bahm! You then start acting like detectives. Suddenly everything falls as you come to realize the truth.

“Sweetheart, can you pass me the butter off the kitchen counter?” I say to my daughter, who was supposed to be helping me cook. Sorry to say, she decided against it at the last minute.

I sit with my feet crossed in one of the two chairs, holding a Better Home and Gardens magazine to distract me from the sterile views and smells of a medical office. After finding no resolve for my stress in the pages, I glance up and immediately spot what looks like an EXIT sign, but its lettering shouts at me, ¨AUTHORIZED ONLY, MAGNET IS ALWAYS ON. ¨ Then, my vision is caught again, and I look down below the two vast white doors and there lay a massive black rug. It also screams, ¨AUTHORIZED ONLY, THE MAGNET IS ALWAYS ON¨ in the same big, chunky, red font as the sign hanging above. The words cry out to me as if to warn me of what is to come from behind those doors. I look down and twiddle my locker key in my hand anxiously as I wait for the Radiology Technologist to pick me up from the small waiting room.

How hadn’t she noticed the woman wearying? She quickly moves forward to help her prop up her pillow. “I’m sorry, we must be tiring you. Should I go?” she frets.

Pounding your head against an obstacle until your ears hemorrhage due to an seemingly unattainable objective that people prior have failed to accomplish. This is what a community needs: people continually trying to get a common goal accomplished, people who share this characteristic do great things in life. Being determined is what drives people to get things done. Failure to give up when the going gets tough is one trait that describes me. Throughout my life, I have motivated my peers by example. Even when I fail, I show that it’s always possible to get back up.

There once was a salt shaker, named Saltina, who fell in love with a pepper shaker, named Pepprico. The two grew up in a grocery store down town, and began to grow rather fond of each other. Unfortunately, their love was forbidden among the spice world, but they did not care. As they grew closer and closer they decided to elope, and get married at night in the produce isle. The two eventually had an oregano child and named her Baby Spice. They kept their child hidden with their good friend, Herb, who lived in the isle next to them. The family became tired of having to live this secret life, so they decided to run away. Saltina took Baby Spice to a place where Pepprico and his wife could bring the child with them. The three would leave at the busiest store hour, so that way all the

I sat in that cold dark room, getting maybe 2 hours of sleep every now and then but i had no way to tell how long it had been. When i got hungry i would eat the smashed food off the floor. When i was thirsty i drank the water that dripped out of the pipes above me. Once i ran out of the remanence of the food i had nothing to eat. I sat there hoping he would bring me something, even if it was nothing more than a piece of bread of fruit. I got so hungry i began to ration the bars of soap and minty toothpaste. The taste was very unpleasant and it made me sick to my stomach but at least i wasn't starving. Any time i had to use the bathroom i would move as far right at the chain would let me go and i would go to the bathroom. Then i would go back as far left as possible and sit back down. There were no vents in the basement. Just one hole in the wall where some piping broke off. That the only way air got in and out so the smell in the

Gasping, fresh air fills my lungs. Bitter cold, I open my eyes, a blinding white room occupies my vision. Again.

Right now, I am working on a routine that I will be performing at a competition in America by the end of this week. I had worked on the routine for a little over a year now, I knew it like the back of my hand. My father said he’ll be there this time, but that’s what he said the last time, and the time before that. He’d rather work than watch his own daughter grow up, I swear that man is married to his job.

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and