Personal Narrative: Hope

In the book called Spilled Milk, it talks about a little girl her name is Brooke. She lives in New York with her dad, mom, bother, and sisters. Brooke has kept a secret. The secret was that she had been sexually abused by her father, from a young child to about the age of sixteen. The act of being sexually abused by her father is terrible. Brooke also, took more abuse in the effort to stop her father from abusing her siblings. All her life she knew something was off about her dad and didn’t understand why until she realized she was being abused. Brooke’s mother read Brooke’s journal about the problems that her and her siblings were having. She made a promise to Brooke to try to help.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

She has survived the darkest and most brutal types of trauma imaginable and from this I wanted people to encourage hope for those victims of physical and sexual abuse.

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 was a dresser for the PDG fall concert, 1968: The Cusp of Hope and Rage. I was backstage doing quick changes, helping with props, and communicating with tech on a headset with any unforeseen issues (which did occur multiple times). I worked with PDG for all of tech week and the six shows that they performed.

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.

I still remember the calmness with which she looked at me when I entered her room. A stranger had attacked her in her apartment building, and the gruesome details of the incident produced the image of an utterly devastated victim. But her composure stood proud and tall and defied my expectations. Astounded, I asked her what she wanted to do. Without reluctance, she said no to pressing charges, and defended her attacker. With a firm and unrelenting voice, she said that she did not want to ruin the kid’s life and that people made mistakes. To hide my surprise I said that although the nurses had

I've been fairly busy as of late. Notably, yesterday was a pretty interesting day. I'm not exactly feeling well, think I'm coming down with something. How often is it that a Jedi contracts a cold? Just not feeling as spry, I think. My stomach is churning as I type, something is missing, think I might have to take a reprieve sooner rather than later. Maybe I'll be gone for a cycle, maybe I'll be gone for a year. I don't know. I just know that I need to focus on other things. That's not the point of this entry, however.

There are some people out there who are great friends, but a select few are truly special. I have a lot of friends like this, but I’ll be writing about the most prevalent one in my life. Sarah Krelle, the girl who was my best friend, helped me through depression and bullying,and even saved my life. Yes, this essay is about my struggles with depression, bullying, and suicidal thoughts, but it’s also a story of friendship. Let me start from the beginning of the story.

Some people are born with talents, others with brains, and some with beauty. However, I would like to think I was born with all the above, but most of all I was born with the innate gift of serving others. While growing up as a preacher’s kid, I witnessed my father help others by empowering them, motivating them, and praying for them. Observing how supportive my dad was of others I thought I want to do the same thing, but I knew I did not want to be a preacher. Growing up as a beautician’s daughter, I watched my mother improve others by building their self-esteem, being a listening ear, and sharing knowledge when necessary. I recall looking at my mother thinking I want to be that type of person when I grow up. I lacked the talents and creativity

Blood flow rushing through my veins, lungs heavily breathing through thin air, heart pounding loudly, I couldn’t bear. Slowly I unsealed my eyes from its long tender slumber, and grazed everything around me. Pitch black light loomed in my sight. I perceived nothing except darkness and a shadowy site. Terrified of my blindness, cascades of water started whooshing down my eyes. With all my might, I stretched out my long podgy arms as stiff as I can as it hit a large rigid structure similar to a wall. Four compacted fortifications built to confine me inside this hollow full of terror.

My current understanding of hope is a wishful feeling of expectations and an aspiration of certain things to happen. Having hope can also just simply be a feeling of trust that something will happen or be intending to do things if they are possible. My understanding of despair just stems from my understanding of hope. Despair is lacking any and all hope. Despair leads to complete discouragement, which often is accompanied by unhappiness, grief, desperation, and distress. I believe these two feelings to be closely related because in a sense you must have one for the other to exist. Having these expectations and aspirations fail are what ultimately lead to despair. Can you really experience despair without ever experience the feelings of hope?

As she clenched her little hands around my neck, her nails dug deep into my skin tearing apart as she lost the fight to hold on. I will never forget the range of tormenting screams I heard emanating from her as she was whisked away by a man who has been a stranger, intentionally and willfully, throughout her life. Experiencing this horrific event in my life prompted new concerns and a plan of

While Nat was watching the empty packet burning, a lot of thoughts came into his mind.