Personal Narrative: How Death Changed My Life

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

When I was 13 years old, my parents started to think about moving to United States because my dad was already working here for a company. We started all the immigration related process which took a while to end. When I was 14, one day I came back from school and my parents told me we were moving to US in 2-3 months. When I heard it first, I was happy, but later I started thinking about how I will be leaving everything behind. My family, friends and neighbors whom I have been with since I was little, I will be leaving all of them in a few months. As the date approached closer, we started to pack more and more things. There was

The leather feels cold under my fingertips as I sit on our living room couch. My feet are propped up on the small coffee table, banging together lightly in boredom. Mom sits with me, our shoulders barely touching. It's only been twelve hours since I found Laura in the alley and the police already want to put us into protective custody. I don't want to go, but there is nothing tying me here anymore. Laura's gone.

It was a bright and sunny August day. I went over to the Ortega’s house with my parents. They have a big backyard full of rocks. When we got there I saw this rock so I layed on it. I told my mom and said ‘mom take a picture of me and and send it to mema tell her I’m dead.’ Little did I know my life could change like that.

I have finally get to get the notebook so that i could read it at the Funeral. Our show couldn’t wait if we wanted to be on broadway we had to out her death on hold and continue the show. Now that the show has been off broadway for a while there's time to plan the funeral. Me and jackson looked through it and it really doesn't make any sense, it’s like she wanted to die.

I do not have much to say about Death/Dying, because all of my family members and friends are healthy and alive. Thanks God for it! However, I had lost a friend, not a close one but he was the guy I used to hang out with. His name was Vitaly. He used be an A student in one of the best math/engineering universities in Moscow. I still do not what happened, but one day he got expelled out of the University and began hanging out on the streets with all of us. He was introduced to the street life very quickly and was into drugs within a month. We all were. We were having fun, and none of us carried what this lifestyle could lead to. After some short time, we got to know that Vitaly made some friends that used heroin, and used it a lot. We did

The place was buzzing when I got there and I spotted Kade's mom amongst the crowd. She was sobbing uncontrollably and I was frozen with fear that they had found him dead. Kade was my friend, he couldn't be dead. I made my way over to her and only bumped into two people—seriously in a room that crowded it was a victory. Just as I did so, Bryan Hardy called her into his office. I slipped into the room with her undetected and hide away in the corner farthest away from my boyfriend's father. “Mrs. Ross, there hasn't been any news about your son, but we are doing all we can. The only thing for you to do now is to go home. We'll let you know when we hear something.” I exhaled inaudibly relieved that he hadn't been found dead.

I have never had a near death experience. I know that many people my age haven't, though they claim that they did. I've always wondered what one would be like and hearing stories in class about them made me feel so excited. It also made me feel that I would never put myself in a situation where I was in danger. It made me think about if I ever had an experience what it would be about. This is some of my basic thoughts about near death experiences.

David, we met when I was 19 turning 20. I'm turning 24 this year and I don't have any interest to rewrite history with you. When I met you, I was going through a very difficult stage in life (my breakup). Through that ugly mess you were a great person who made me realize that there are many more great guys out there.. And for that, I did end up liking you. However, you and I were so busy playing this cat and mouse game. Eventually, I grew out of that game and we stopped talking. We connected a year later (I contacted you to apologize) but it wasn't because I was interested in you or anything. I simply just want to apologize because that's where I'm at in life.. I want to apologize to those I've done wrong too. I did like you many many years

Losing somebody who cannot be substituted by another person is one of the hardest things that one can ever go through. I was overwhelmed by this, figuring out how to beat the greater part of the emotional troubles that I needed to confront. It all started when my aunt Amy passed away when I was a freshman in high school. It has been four years since my aunt had passed away, yet the memories of her still stays in my heart, where it will stay for eternity. Each time I go back to the Philippines and stroll into my grandparent’s home, her photos are there to help me remember one of the best aunts in my life.

The most challenging tasks for me to face were to speak in English only and interact with classmates from around the world. At the beginning, I was shocked that I have to handle all the situations by myself without any assistance from my family. The only two words I used most frequently were yes and no. Little by little, with the encouragement by new classmates and teachers I learned how to communicate with what I had learned. Finally, I could catch up with school schedules and fit in the dormitory life. For example, once when I recognized that the season had turned from summer to winter I ordered a quilt with cotton wadding because I knew that I had to take care of myself otherwise it might lead to a asthma trouble.

Death is the final chapter of our story. Chapter 18 of our text describes it as a permanent break where our experiences come to an end; we leave family and friends behind as well as any unfinished business to enter the unknown. Although, I believe, as for Christians, death is when our life truly begins. Death, for me, means entering the glorious Kingdom and finally meeting my Maker. American contemporary Christian music band, MercyMe, wrote a song called I Can Only Imagine, which talks about ways we might act when coming face-to-face with Christ. When I think of dying, I think of the lyrics to this song.

Working in a long-term care facility, this reflection journal really hits my heart. Since becoming a nurse, my perception of death and the end of life care has definitely changed in a more positive way. I do agree many people do fear most regarding death is suffering and dying alone.

Growing up I have been around death here and there but have never experienced the grief or misery of losing someone so important and close to me as I did at this time in my life. In the year of 2008, when I lived on a farm in the Philippines, I experienced the loss of my dearest grandfather that greatly affected me and changed me forever. That year, I learned one of the most important lessons in my life, to never take a loved one for granted for I never know when their hearts will stop beating and lose the chance to say my last goodbye.