Personal Narrative Essay

15 hospitalizations in the last 5 days have been reported in a tourist booming city along the coast of California. Many enter the hospital with swollen feet, coughing, fever, vomitting, uncontrolable muscle contractions, bruissing, and some even have their skin splitting open in random areas on their arms and legs.. Many autopsy results have shown a rare venom that is a trait to only one animal in the world throughout each of the patient’s blood.

On February 13, 2018 at approximately 1803 hours, I was dispatched to the Walmart located at 8701 US HWY 19 Port Richey, FL in reference to a stolen wallet. Upon my arrival, I made contact with the complainant / victim, Delmarie Mangual. Delmarie advised she had been shopping at the store when her light colored rectangular wallet broke off of its strap after she had checked out. She advised the wallet fell without her noticing somewhere between the registers, the general merchandise exit of the store and her vehicle.

As a Lieutenant in the Northfield Village Fire Department I was responsible to respond to and supervise fire suppression and medical emergency duties by evaluating situations, supervising and coordinating operations, ensuring personnel safety, coordinating emergency incident response, conducting overhaul operations to minimize smoke and fire damage, determining cause. During emergency and training operations I worked closely with other department coordinating emergency operations using the incident command system. I was also responsible for preparing and provide training classes for station personnel, completing fire and EMS reports, preparing correspondence and maintaining personnel records.

There are two types of people in this world: those who take risks and those who think about it but do not. The people who take risks are the ones who make a difference in the world. The people who remain sedentary want to but they do not act. They tell themselves that they will do it tomorrow and they think they have time “for a hundred indecisions” (Prufrock). But humans are not immortal and it is time that fact is realized. People should live life to the fullest by taking risks because that is how life is measured.

Where I want to start telling is the day I broke the family. It was christmas, the happiest time of the year for a teenager, receiving presents -or money- from anyone and everyone. We were at dinner when all D.B could talk about was his crumby book, it’s nice and all but just because he has money doesn’t mean he has to talk about ALL the goddamn time. Tonight I wanted to go to the hamburger joint for dinner tonight but of course D.B wanted to go to this fancy new restaurant so that’s where we ended up going. D.B always gets what he wants, ever since he was a child, he was the kind of kid that every parent and teacher loved, he was so intelligent and courteous and compassionate UGH! What a brown noser. I could not stand to listen to one more minute of my brother D.B’s goddamn successes and accomplishments, blah blah blah, so he wrote a book, a book about a stupid kid and his goldfish, for that he makes money? Any dummy could do that. Half

Deep in Unova, a forest was alive with the sounds of bug and bird Pokémon. A newly hatched Sewaddle crawled along the branch of a tall Oran berry tree, eyeing a particularly large, juicy looking Oran berry dangling tauntingly above its head. The small bug Pokémon reached up with two of its stubby legs, resting its body weight on its remaining four. Unfortunately for the Sewaddle, the berry was still out of reach. Growing frustrated, the little Pokémon raised its body higher and stood on only two of its six legs, its body straining as it tried to reach the berry.

“Hey Dad I’m off to work” I yelled as I raced out the door to my first day at my new job. The local soccer academy hired me to work twice a week after hours to clean their building. Having witnessed my lack of cleaning skills for 16 years my dad looked shocked. For years I had been getting yelled at and called back out to “finish my job properly.” I would often leave crumbs all over the counters or left over food in the sink after being asked to clean the kitchen after dinner, or sometimes I wouldn’t pick up all the fallen sticks in the front lawn before I had to mow it, Determined to change my dad’s belief, I hopped in my car and drove off to work.

1. Two year ago, my friend found out he got cancer and could die in a few months. It was a big shock for all of us because we all thought he would be okay after a surgeon cut the normal hyperplasia in his neck a couple months ago. In his birthday, we asked him what he wished. He said that he used to want to be a doctor, but in that time, he just wanted to be a normal person who could go to school in the morning and play games at night. Therefore, my friends and I helped him out. We took turn to tutor for him and sometimes in the weekend we came to his house to play game together. From that moment, I understood him and this life more and more. It wasn’t easy time for him and for me too. We together went through our difficult teenage. He used to be fear to die. I used to hate God and this unfair life because it took my friend away. However, after day by day we spend time together, he help me Ito realize that our lives didn’t count by days we live, but by memory we did together. That was me who waste too much time for myself. Then, when I had no more time with my friend, I tried to blame to God. I was so apology. I didn’t help him, but he helped me to realize the

The sweet, potent aroma of cinnamon scented broom sticks fills the room as a toffee colored chihuahua barks it’s larynx off--that’s how I know I’m at my mema’s house. My mema resides in a small cottage two hours away from my house, but her house feels like more of a home than mine ever has.

Outside the studio apartment in Hollywood, Eddie notices an entry call access system. Buzzing to her studio 103, the entryway unlocks and invites her in. With her overnight bag in

I was so annoyed with this hike for the fact that the mosquitoes were so bad it's like when my little brother throws a bunch of legos at me, and the night hike has started. This hike is called the sensory hike it's at night and it's when we do our solo hike AT NIGHT it's gonna be so scary. When the hike started it was I should be thinking more positive but so much could happen in the next couple hours. I have been so tired from atwood the hikes take FOREVER and they make your legs hurt a lot. After walking for like an hour my group and I finally went to the stop for the solo hike.

She sat at her computer with an anxious wonder at what she would write. As she typed she felt the familiar cold rhythm of the keys clicking. Tap. Tap. Tap. She became lost in her story and her tapping became more and more rhythmic, like the songs of her tribal ancestors. It was symphony of tapping. Her fingers melted into the keyboard and, and the hard plastic became a part of her. An instant sensation of peace washed over her and she began her story. She was no longer typing, but simply thinking, for she and her story were one.

“ I know this guy is going to throw me with a head-and-arm,” I think,“ I need to see it coming and do my defense for it.” As we finish warming up, we head towards the bleaches and get ready to wrestle.

On my 10th birthday, I woke up determined. I had chosen the path of boxing and failure wasn’t part of my agenda. I put on my fresh new Everlast gloves my dad had bought me and marched towards the gym. My height wasn’t much of an advantage, there I got the name “Little Floyd”. I trained day and night, relentlessly and ferociously. I became a staple at my neighborhood gym which was five doorsteps away from home. I doubled my reps in anything I did, either speed bags or push-ups, I always went all out. Soon, I was throwing punches at everything that came in my line of sight.

I sit and watched as my opponent yelled in excitement and as he turned around, and winked. I saw it, nobody else did. An angry pulsing energy was growing each second as I watched him boast to all those around him. The energy burned through me and soon, I start shaking. I couldn’t stand his cocky derision and left for the