Personal Narrative: Happiness And Positive Voice

Honorable, industrious, frank, and conforming are the four principles that I have been adhering to ever since my first moral lesson twelve years in ethics school. But human is a social animal—in the wide ocean of socialization, we are forced to face different situations that may require individualized solutions, with the four principles being broken at times.

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

I was incredibly excited. School was starting tomorrow. The first few days were just icebreakers, learning everyone’s names, blah blah blah. Then the real learning began. Of course, teachers started to write our lessons on the board. I started to notice a few changes in what I was seeing. The words they were writing were just...black lines! I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just asked my friends what the board said. As the year went on, it affected me more and more, especially in math. I saw a 2 as a 6, and and an A as an 8.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

After much consideration my husband and I have decided that Michael will not longer be attending The Reason For Hope effective immediately. I welcome the chance to sit down and talk with you should you choose to discuss the situation. It was not easy to arrive at this decision but it has been a long time coming. We have been increasingly more uncomfortable with your program in recent months for the reasons below.

People are most likely to develop an appreciation for those who prioritize and practice positivity. Those who do so raise spirits, boost confidence, and leave a bigger impact on each life they encounter. A large portion of my personal code of chivalry is to exude and include positivity in everything.

So let me try to understand how this works? So I hold up my end of a trade and provide the beers and extras that were agreed to and receive positive feedback for that. This person does not hold up his end of the agreement. He has more than a month to make things right but opts not to. I have no other option but to provide negative feedback since I had nothing positive to say about the experience.

Perhaps my story is different than Gomez’s story, but the feeling of inferiority I experienced was almost the same. However, I didn’t have negative images of myself like Gomez and his group had " It’s clear now that we entered the contest with negative images of ourselves."(Gomez 204) I entered this challenge with a positive image of myself, and I didn’t ever feel a shame or in less rank than anyone. I knew before I started that job that I could face huge challenge. This positive attitude helped me find out a lot about myself, and my ability to deal with insulting situations. I entered that world with receiving offensive sights and remarks, and left it with earning a lot of respect and honor.

It was a good day, Hope and I met many a wonderful patrons together this weekend. I need to find a way for her to meet people without me. Because she does a wonderful job with her vegetables …Had gone way and she had made friends all on her own yesterday. We come up I don’t not want to eat Vegetable only cookies bit…Last year she roams all by herself and was well. She not in anything but finale piece… We did Jack together it went well and fisher man and his wife it was also good. We met a young lady from California she was wonderful we talk twice. Yesterday we sent many a person to King and Queen to have their fishy bless. But only little tiny children this year… But we miss you and your wonderful knights. Hope still thinks he should bring

I grew up living in a house, have food on the table, and all the basic needs in life are available. I know that some families can’t afford to have at least 3 meals a day. I was born and raised in the Philippines, a third world country; homeless families everywhere. When I moved here in the U.S more than a decade ago, I assumed U.S is a powerful and rich country, where opportunities are available for immigrants.

Why do I miss the “bad” times? Years ago, when IT showed up, I was generally happy…At least I thought I was, but I guess that depends on your definition of the word “happy.” Benevolent friends, compassionate family, good health- In my speculation, that is happy. Either way, there comes an end to greatness, and with every end comes a new beginning. The entrance of IT just so happened to note the starting point of defeat, hatred, and loneliness. More specifically, it began what would become the toughest years of my life. Pittsburgh, Wexford, Cleveland, Oakland, Denver, and IT would not recede…IT still has not. Time can be a real slap in the face, but it still represents one of very few endless figures. After multiple years, I thought that I, like

Dinner was excruciating. I don't know why I allow myself to live like this. After we got home I went straight to my bed, and immediately began sobbing into the life size teddy bear, that has been stuffed in the corner of my bed for as long as I can remember. I complained about how tired I am of trying to live a happy life. I wrap my arms tighter around the giant bear, as if he may spring to life and offer me the comfort no one else cares enough to give me.