Personal Narrative: Forgiveness

I feel a sense of calmness wash over me. My thoughts are peaceful and positive. I am confident and capable. I sleep a deep, healing sleep. I wake in the morning refreshed and renewed.

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

I could have avoided all that trouble if only I had remembered to bring both sets of recovery chains, the 20-footer I always keep under the passenger seat next to my cherry air freshener wasn’t long enough to stretch its limbs across the freezing, deep snow. As I stare at the silver Nissan frontier buried up to its frame in snow and cinder I ponder the possible routes I may be able to crawl along; I need to traverse 30 feet to get close enough to the distressed street tires, screeching and melting the snow as the inexperienced driver attempts to outrace the impassible predicament like the Road Runner narrowly escaping the grips of Wile E Coyote. The absence of moonlight makes perfect circumstances to admire the thousands of stars stretched

Reflect on a time when you challenged a belief or idea. What prompted you to act? Would you make the same decision again?

I was born in Australia on January 12, 1999, however I have lived on the Hawaiian Islands since I was five and for most of my life. I have traveled back to Australia several times to visit family and even though I’m an Australian i do consider myself semi-Hawaiian in a sense. To give back to the islands I would love to help the next generation to have a childhood that is filled to the brim with Hawaiian Nature. One idea to give them this experience would be to go into Waipio Valley with the children from different schools in the Big island and explore the valley with them. Some activities while we are in the valley would be hiking, examining native plants, horse riding, swimming in rivers and the ocean, and then

am beset {long pause} How long will I let the pain and loss define my life? An enduring struggle of loss and gain A monumental achievement through the tangles of deeds But is left alone with silent words

Virginia is a 53 year-old, heterosexual, African American female. Virginia has a long history of using crack cocaine. However, she has been clean of drugs for 6 months and for the past 1.5 months has been living in a residential recovery program group home. She has found a job as a dishwasher and desires to do the “right thing”. When asked to define the ‘right thing”, Virginia mentions to stay off drugs, stay off the streets, to stay clean, and save up money to move into her own apartment. Virginia did not complete the 11th grade. She mumbles when speaking and her speech is difficult to understand at times. When speaking to her, one often has to rephrase the question or revisit the question to get a more accurate response. Virginia enjoys

It’s been a year since the incident. Everyone is either gone or is trying to leave but the wealthy who are isolated from the rest of the nation, living large. We all thought it was possible, but no one thought it would actually happen. We didn’t think this country would run itself so far into the ground that it is beyond recovery. No one thought he could do this. Tuesday, November 8, 2016. The day it all started, the day he came to power. Everyone was either watching it happen live or asleep in their beds. Once morning came it was official, he became our president.

Hey, you’re probably tired of hearing from me, or at least that’s what I presume is the case at hand. You may not even open this, because that seems to be your style. Maybe I was too attentive. Maybe I’ve misjudged this entire situation and it has transpired for absolutely no reason I have formulated. I can’t tell which one of my thoughts are correct, if any of them are, and I’ll probably never know. But have you ever been ignored? Left hanging? Have you ever had someone totally reject your existence-at least in regards towards yourself? Do you remember the hurt? That’s basically what you brought upon me. I know we didn’t talk for too long, but it was long enough for me to establish some sort of familiarity and say “Hey, this guy’s kind of cool,” which is honestly

I have had a long, drawn-out pain in my life. It’s been festering like a hidden sliver in my thumb. I prefer not to touch it. No matter how much I try to ignore it, the swelling ache continues to annoy me. A broken relationship that refuses to mend in isolation. My offender chose to part ways without reconciliation and now the thought of contacting this person fills me with anxiety. The anxiety of rejection, a fear of what they might say, a concern on what the Holy Spirit might ask of me. I have spent much of the passing years frustrated at the person, reliving the painful acts and words that spewed from their mouth.

Any time someone would break their promise to me, laugh at me, or rebuke me, it would be another painful reminder that nobody really cared about me. Every time I was surrounded by laughing friends, I would put on my “I’m doing ok” mask so nobody would ever see the brokenness and hurt beneath the surface. Though I was constantly surrounded by people, I was incredibly lonesome. Lonesome till I would make up conversations between my imaginary friend and I, just so I could feel like I was talking to someone who actually knew me. Friends thought they knew me, but they only knew the fake Hannah, never what was going on inside. Nobody asked, so the secret of being unloved continued to sink deeper and deeper into me. I was falling, and there was nobody

First off, I would like to ask my audience to bear with me. I do not ask for your forgiveness for what I’ve done is certainly, utterly unforgivable even by my own constantly wavering morals; right and wrong, in my mind, is nothing but a code of conduct that one simply chooses to follow and I so abruptly chose not to, as you, my audience, will see.

Living with the knowledge that you will die can become an incredibly powerful motivation to achieve the right things in your life. Everything has to come to an end but no one wants to understand the ugly truth of life, and death comes all of a sudden. And that’s me as an individual have come to estate where life has revealed itself to me and have chosen me as a sacrifice for another soul to be born and that before I leave I’ll leave a mark. It is a scary thing to know that I will die soon but I know that I’ll enjoy every single moment in my life, I’ll enjoy the little things and I’ll notice everything around me. Each moment will be important to me, so I’ll do my best to make every second matters. I’m young and I am a dreamer, I know that I didn’t have the chance to do everything that I wanted to do or even reach my goals. But now it’s different that I knew I’ll die in a year that would change my decisions. Realizing that I didn’t enjoy my life made me regret that I was wasting my time by thinking of tomorrow.

For the Fallen Ones, The ones whom I dearly miss, For they’ve gone into permanent slumber. And I had no way to stop it.