Personal Narrative Essay

It all started in seventh grade. I was in p.e. And we were playing Dodgeball. This was normal because that was what we usually played. That day was different, I went to throw a ball and managed to tear my kneecap off. When I threw it, I went to turn, but my foot stayed still and my knee popped nine times and I fell to the ground. I didn’t think anything of it because my knees will randomly pop. I got back up and walked away like nothing happened because I am used to my knee popping. But I only took about five steps before it started to hurt. I must not have noticed it because of the adrenaline that was in me from the game. Mr.Hookfin noticed and helped me to the nurse's office. I limped there because I couldn’t put any pressure on it without it wincing from the pain. It all happened before 10:00a.m. and my dad didn’t get there until noon because he was in school. He got me a doctors appointment for 3:00 p.m. because it was really swollen. When we got there they were not sure why it was so bad, so they gave me painkillers and I had to go for an M.R.I. scan the next day. Later we found out that I tore my kneecap off and had to get surgery to put it back in place. I went in for surgery two days after that. The surgery itself only took a few hours, but rehab to get it to work normally again was torture. Everyday for two hours I had to go in and work on my leg. It started of simple, but once I started to get

When I was in eighth grade I sprained my right ankle over spring break.I was at my grandma’s celebrating Easter and was playing with my cousins. I ran to grab a ball that had been kicked out of the area we were playing in and as I was running, my foot got caught in a hole and I tripped and fell. I tried to get up, but as soon as I put weight on my ankle, I fell back down. My cousin,Payton, and my younger sister, Tosha, had to help me get on our fourwheeler and drive me back to my grandma’s. They helped me get into the house and onto the couch. Then my dad and my grandma had me put ice packs on my ankle and had me try to stand on

On a sunny day at summit pointe elementary. It was the school picnic and I am with my family and friends.I got on the playground. I got on the swing with my friend Ella. So I asked if she could push me on the swing. “ yes,” Ella responded. Then when she started to push I trip and fell right on my arm. “It feels broken,”I carried. I was yelling and tears wore rolling down my face. Then I ran to my dad. “ what's wrong?” asked my dad. “ My arm hurt really bad,”I yelled. So went home. I could not move my arm. 2 days later. I was at the hospital. My heart was racing because I was so worried. Then I got a pink cast. I still have my cast. “ well are you ready to go home,” asked my dad. Yes but I am never touching a swing

We had the surgery and I was even more nervous the second time around. Fear hung over me so bad I was to the breaking point. I was worried everything was going to go wrong. I remember slightly embarrassed that before the doctor walked in a few tears were shed. Though unlike the other doctor, he came to see me before surgery and noted the tears. Instead of telling me it was going to be okay, he told me it was okay to be afraid; but he would do everything he could to make sure I would come out of it

The next day came and I woke up to my mom helping me get up to get in the car to drive 45 minutes from home to attend to an appointment my mom made with an Orthopedic specialist. Luckily, my mom knew the doctor and he told her to have me come immediately. The doctor’s office was so cold but maybe I was also just so anxious to find out what was wrong with my ankle. Was my ankle fractured? Or was my ankle broken? I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I couldn’t stop thinking about the news I was just about to receive because I knew it was more than just a fracture. I wish it was all just a dream but it came to turn out that my ankle was more than just

So we played when we were be chased on the benches. We were all laughing and saying “ don’t get me.” So then when I jumped down off the bench then I heard a CLICK noise my foot was on its side and it hurt.I walked over to my mom walking on my heel and I said

After that I was sent up to my room with my parents where I waited until they said it was okay for me to go home. My parents took me home and put me in my bed and that’s pretty much where I spent the next month and a half, just lying in my bed. Post-surgery was difficult. It consisted of immense pain, a lot of nausea, intense discipline, and a lot of physio. I began to feel depressed because all I did was sit around and watch movies, which sounds relaxing, but actually came to be very boring. My life was like a movie playing on an endless loop. But there was no fast forward

HAROLD, is a flight instructor. He is in his mid fifties, and is too lackadaisical to be giving lessons. His hair is a frazzled mess. He looks as though he just rolled out of bed. He leans back in his seat wearing sunglasses, having not a care in the world.

When we got to the Children’s Hospital I remembered my dad got their and they took x-rays of my toes and I saw that those 3 bones looked really, really bad they were all broken because of my nephews, sister’s and my fault. Why my fault? Because I listened to them. Then, I remembered that they put a cast on my leg and I had to use crutches. To be honest, I never really used the crutches, I jumped (on my left foot) everywhere in the house, but when I started to go back to school I had to use them (which I didn’t really like.) One of the days I was at school we had like a kind of fitness

September of 2011 was when I heard my favorite band for the first time. I remember it so clearly because that was when I met my best friend as well. I was a junior in high school and sitting in my anatomy class, when I overheard a group of people talking about 'So Far Away'. So, I went home and listened to it myself. That was the first time I listened to Avenged Sevenfold. They instantly became one of my top three favorite artists. As more of their music filled my ears, it's like I became entangled in a web and everywhere I turned their was A7X. It sounds crazy, but there is just something about their sound that captures my attention. One of the first rock/metal bands I enjoyed listening to.

Three weeks ago my fiancé, Jenny, and I moved into a beautiful old home in the outer suburbs of Boston. Jenny and I met ten years ago at Boston College and have stuck together as I toiled through medical school and she supported the two of us with her job as a paralegal. I bought this old house to celebrate finishing my residency and as a way to thank Jenny for working so hard to provide for us while I chased my dream of becoming a doctor. I could imagine Jenny and I raising a family and living here for the rest of our lives. Well, that changed soon after we moved in and I found something terrible living in our attic.

All was peaceful in the train packed full of passengers en route to Amsterdam. Everything was going smoothly until a man loaded down with an assault weapon with nine magazines of ammunition, an automatic pistol with extra ammo, and a box cutter entered the scene. This seems as if it is the beginning of a horror story, as if it ends with the train passengers being massacred by the deranged assailant, but it doesn’t end that way. Seeing the obvious danger in this situation, three American men made a decision. These brave, compassionate men decided that they would stand for what it is right; they decided to take down the assailant. They did take down the assailant and they saved all the lives aboard the train as they did so. Reading this story

I had turned off the WiFi capability on my smart phone and laptop, and completely disconnect from any and all forms of virtual communities and social media within 36 hours during the long weekend. I chose to hanged out with friends to pass through the times without WiFi, so I don’t think it is a challenge for me for the first few hours because I can do shopping, keep eating, have a chill chat with friends, and these activities are able to possess much times. However, there are a bit different between my thought and the reality. When I was doing shopping, my brain was all about sales but most of the stores were not having sales, so I planned to do online shopping after get back home as there are always have online sales via my long-term shopping

We were leaving my house to start the run and we were talking. Talking about her wanting to become a cheerleader again. Before we realized it we were about five blocks from my house when I found a pot hole with my foot. When my foot fell in the hole I heard a loud pop and I fell to the ground. When I got up I was crying really bad and I could barely walk on it. The next day I laid in bed, so I really didn’t move it.

Everyone was waiting for me in the surgery area and was talking for a few hours. When I got out of surgery, the doctor called Sarah and let her know that I was out and had done fine. He said my bones were strong so it was hard during surgery to fix the broken ones, but he was able to do it and that I would be in recovery for the next couple hours. My family, including my mom, dad, brother, uncle and Sarah waited in my room for me. After three hours in recovery they took me back to my room. I was very loopy and slept most of the time. I had to remain in the hospital for a couple more days and had to do some physical therapy, such as using