Personal Narrative: Eyewitness Of Violence

On January 3, 2009 around 11:00 PM the phone rang with what I thought was exciting news about my newly born sister, Tristyn ,but quickly turned to horror. I could heard the fright in my dad's shaken voice as he told me Tristyn had to go into immediate heart surgery because she needed a stent to open up the blood flow to her heart. Being eight at the time the only thing I could think about was how she might not make it. My dad said to me “look after your sisters, and tell them nothing about the surgery”, which terrified me more than before. I knew I needed to be brave and take charge of the situations for my sisters. Bravery is something I learned for a situation I never knew would happen.

My first disturbing encounter with SFC Wilson was in November 2016, we were housed in lodging across from one another and he made the remark that I should make sure my door is secure and rattled off my key door lock number. After that incident, I shoved the sofa that was in my room up against the door every night until I moved to permanent housing. I was very relieved that I would be away from him so that I could sleep better at night. The second incident was during the first course of the 42A30, SFC Wilson introduced himself to the instructors and made it known to them that he did not know what he was doing and he would need assistance from all of us. He would ask my opinion about issues or situations that he was assisting in creating

“We’ll take you to see doctor Bleeden (Pronounced BLEEDING. WTF?) on Tuesday. He’s closed Monday for the holiday.”

that we're conditioned to not ask questions and have been marginalized into this as our only source of news .

Officer Gordon comes quickly up to me and says “Chief Lussen we found him” and that officer Miles is taking him into the interrogation room. As I take a second to myself and take a deep breath officer Gordon passes me files for the case. I walk towards the interrogation room but i wanted to look at him before I walked in and started interrogating him. So I looked at him through the observation mirror into the interrogation room and thought to me all my years of working as a homicide investigator this case is the case that has shocks me the most. 37 residents that live in the neighborhood and saw & even heard something or someone yelling on the street didn't even call the police.

“And this woman's case stands she broke the law and she committed the worst crime which is a death” Is there any objections”

Your Honor, at this time I am urged to ask you why you are crying for these two men. Let us not forget the afternoon of May 21. After six months of planning the perfect crime, Mr. Leopold and Mr. Lobe coaxed the young Bobby Franks into their car while he was walking home from school. Once Bobby had been lured into the vehicle, Loeb bludgeoned the poor child over the head multiple times with a chisel. After finding that unsuccessful Loeb dragged Bobby into the back seat and forced a sock down his throat and waited for him to finally suffocate. After the murder, the two men drove the body to Wolf Lake where they poured hydrochloric acid over Bobby's face, abdomen, and genitals. Once they mutilated and dismembered the body, they discarded Bobbys remains in a drain, and then they drove home to write a ransom note and spend the evening playing a leisurely game of cards. And why? Why would these two scholars do something so sinister? Because they were bored. Because they wanted a rush. Because they could. Your Honor, do you still sympathize with these two murders?

It was a cold night on May 16th. The air was crisp as winter leaves. I can remember the gunfire as if the bullet was just shot. The man that shot the bullet was filled with greed and power and was just a little over 6 feet tall; that was the man that killed my parents on that cold night.

When I would see the attack I would fill with fear and adrenaline. I would act completely different and try to call the police. I can imagine that when I was watching I would get very nervous and energetic I might even have to enter the phone number for the police an couple of times because I entered it wrong. I would try to see what was truly going on before I tried to intervene. I would see if she was really getting attacked. Then I would wait in till after the man left, I would go outside and try to see if I could help. I have training in first aid. I would try to cover up the wound and stop the bleeding. But I would panic as soon as the man came back to finish his work. I might throw myself at him or I could run away, but I know that I would try to do something without really thinking it through. The adrenaline would make me act quicker but not think a much as what I am going to do. It is hard for me to figure out what I would do because I have never felt anything like this before.

Going into my junior year of cross-country and already making it to state the previous year, there was no way I wasn’t going again. Well, as many people have experienced before me; I was faced with adversity. Now some people decide to hide from it and others seek to conquer the task. I had to choose between the two when I started experiencing growing pains in my right hip.

In addition to my past trauma, in the video clip for this week’s forum Reshaping the Trauma Narrative, Donald Meichenbaum stresses creating a therapeutic alliance with the client with PTSD and establish a safe environment. Furthermore, he states how examining the elements involved in the trauma is an important aspect for the counselor to gain an idea for this client’s recovery process and if the client is using harmful coping skills such as abusing drug and alcohol or are they using intrusive ideation by incorporating suppressive views and isolating actions that are making the situation unhealthier (Psychotherapy Networker, 2012). Based on how my history of trauma affected my adult health, was by how I thought my behavior and reaction to loud

“Teenagers may already know how to dial 911 it’s like we were born with it established into our minds already” said Mark, the speaker at our high school assembly. As he went on pointing out the basics; pick up the phone, hit the nine once and then the one twice and push call, if the line is busy you hang up and try again, Mark said a few things I have never been taught in my life. “Is the person you are calling for suicidal? Is the phone call for domestic violence? What if you are calling for someone you don’t know at all?” I learned when a suicidal person needs medical help you must comfort them and call 911 and keep an eye out to make sure they do not go through with their plan. When dealing with a domestic abuse situation you should always

War has affected millions of people by changing their lives irreversibly through injury, loss and grief. I sought to express the essence of war through art; however, I wanted to concentrate on a certain aspect of the very broad theme facing me. I was first struck with the aspect of innocence as I observed toy soldiers. Toy soldiers are directed towards children of all ages as a form of entertainment and play, even though they are a direct link to armed conflict and tragic wars. The innocent children’s ignorance towards the reality of war and the military gave me the idea of juxtaposing innocence with war. I first studied juxtapositions and dualities when exploring the concept of sculptor and installation artist Anish Kapoor and wanted to introduce them into my own work, but how could I

In The Story of an Eyewitness, Jack London uses the citizens of San Francisco in order to emphasize the socio-economic indifference amongst them while attempting to fight against the encroaching conflagrations that destroyed their homes.

Have you ever been face to face with a natural disaster? Well if one has they will understand the perplexing confusion it bestows upon them. In order to make it more understandable for one who has not lived through such an unfathomable experience the article ¨The Story of an Eyewitness¨ by Jack London and ¨Leaving Desire¨ by Jon Lee Anderson ae here to help describe what it is like to live through something. The terror and the feeling to leave someone or something. behind will be in grave detail.