Personal Narrative Essay : The Love Of My Life

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

At the age of about six years old, I came face to face with my guardian angel. Ordinarily, most people have fairly rote childhoods, but I cannot attest to the same. The equation of my life had many variables, with a unique solution. During a portion of my life, not only did my family and I reside in the economically challenged portion of Joshua Tree, but also, my mother had seven children in her household, all under the age of twelve. My mother, loving four kids of her own, had felt obliged to take in her brother’s kids due to their unstable home life. Bionically, she managed to keep all of us rugrats alive while working full time as a daycare provider and completing her college education in order to become a credentialed

The journey that Richard and Mildred Loving took is important for history and for the future of civil rights in the United States. I recently watched the documentary The Loving Story and enjoyed the footage, pictures, and interviews of everyone involved in the Loving v. Virginia case. The documentary addressed the issue of interracial marriage in Virginia in 1967.

All of my life was breaking apart. And the worst part was that I had no clue of why everything was happening. Was it my fault? What had I done? Nobody talked to me anymore, I had no friends. Well, I lost most of my closest ones. I knew it was time to switch the page and move on, but I couldn’t. Everything I did, said, or even heard that mentioned anything having to do with my old perfect life would bring flashbacks from past moments and thinking everything was over was the worst. I just wish I could disappear, never come back, or even, move away. I just hate ,my life, the life it had become. Everything used to be perfect, but now, everything was just one big nightmare.

It was early in the morning; I was pulling myself together, throwing on my shoes and dragging my self over to galactica, making my way over to the last day of school. There I was saying goodbye to all of my friends, but this time it was a little different. There wasn’t that summer atmosphere in my heart, I was ten years old and everything I knew was just about to change and I didn’t even see it coming. Planet Blathnik was about to be my past, and I’d better buckle up cause I was about to board a train that was going to go faster than I could ever imagine. But first, there is a little bit about my past you should know too precisely understand what my life was going to be like once I stepped off this earth.

War. It is what destroyed earth as we knew it. Mostly everyone in the USA was told to go to war against Canada in 2186. Children were left as orphans. I was one of those children. I never knew my parents. Never will know who they were.

I’ve been a klutz my whole life. I have also been a very serious athlete my entire life. I started playing softball when I was 4 years old, and I fell in love instantly. As you can imagine, my clumsy attire did not mix well with my love of the game. This became evident my freshman year of high school. I had just made varsity and met some girls 4 years older than I was. To say the least, it was nerve-racking.

They say it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. Those words are not comforting to me. But, I love you Deborah, he says as we sit on the couch in my basement, his voice shaky, and uncertain. He looks into my eyes as if pleading, no, begging for forgiveness. I don't recognize these eyes that once provided me with happiness, security, and comfort. These eyes used to reassure me that indeed he did --used to love me. It hurts to look into them; I turn away.

I had never made biscuits and gravy before. The blessings of having a good cook as a Mom were abundant, but alas, I never did learn the many techniques that wonder woman possessed. My repertoire included: peanut butter cookies, a deliciously heated can of Pork n Beans, and Rice Krispie treats that were always too crunchy. But, Joseph wanted biscuits and gravy, so that is what Joseph got.

I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.

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

I remember the day I met her. It was the month of April. The weather was hot in sunny California. She was not my friend yet, but soon she would be. The truth of the behind our story was quite embarrassing. She doesn’t like when I talk about it. A lie should never be born. The truth is better than a lie. The girl was named Joy. Who she was as a person, matched her name. Her parents had made the right decision when naming her.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

I’ve been dying to tell people my life story. Like I keep having heart to hearts with people i barely know. I speak and my heart over flows. Things have really been hard for me this year. especially with being in all these weddings. One thing keeps coming up. Why are you single? I feel like being this old the world is constantly judging me for not being married or in love with someone. Honestly, I have been looking down on myself for it. I’ve been thinking what’s wrong with me. Why am I so lonely? Why do I feel so tragic for being single. Things only got worse when my ex came back into my life for a couple months. I honestly felt so stupid and shitty the whole time. Things were so awkward between us. He would never look my way. We only said a couple words to each other nothing meaningful. It was stupid that I thought that the next time we saw each other that we could be friends. But what did I expect when I am the one who ended things. I never wanted to end things. I never wanted to hurt him or stop being his friend. Things just end this way, In no way was I trying to be a bitch about the whole thing. It wasn’t working. We couldn’t get on the same page. Worst of all being in a relationship triggered my anxiety and depression and there no way I could explain that to him.