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.

Fire is what sent me to Miami. Death is what sent me back to Nashville, Georgia. I thought that death would no longer burden me when Grandma died. I was young though. Death follows us. I know it followed me.

Life often throws many obstacles our way and the approach towards it allows us to grow as an individual. A combination of significant events has shaped me into the person I am today by changing my perspective on life and teaching me valuable lessons. Throughout my interview with my mom, we talked about how death has made a big impact on my life. These specific experiences include losing my grandfather, my friend passing away, and getting a new puppy. My mom and I were able to share similar responses of how I grew stronger due to these events.

As a child, I knew nothing about loss. The closest think I had known about loss would be my dog dying a few years before. I was devastated and I cried forever, but it was nothing compared to when my brother died. The loss of my brother to suicide taught me more about life than I would have thought. I learned that death is different from when I was a kid than it is now, also how I cope with it and relearn about death each year that passes by.

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 year was 1943, I had just turned fifty years old a week ago on April 20th, When the Germans came. The Germans built barbed wire fence around the town that I made my living in. We were not allowed to anything and had little space and food. Then came the order, trucks were filled with humans similar to cattle to be sent to internment camps. When the trucks were full the rest were told to remain put for when the trucks came back. Everyday the trucks came and everyday more people left. On the fifth day the ghetto looked like a ghost town. The rest of the residents, including me were loaded onto the trucks. A few people were shot in this process, they were the lucky ones. On the ride I wondered how I got here, then I remembered

Funerals are usually attened to after a loved one has passed away. A living funeral is unique and can be seen a singular experience. My living funeral would be held at my house from two to five. The decor would very simplistic. My closests families and friends would attend wearing bright colors. We would enjoy a variety of foods, vegetables and fruits. After we eat we would gather around each other and share memories and stories. Afterwards an obituary would be read by my sister. The obituary is as follows Valy Yaldo, passed away after living a wonderful,short life on October 12, 2017 at the age of 17 in Coldwater, Michigan.She was born on August 14,2000 in Iraq. She was daughter to Dina and Athir Yald. Valy was also a sister to Merna Yaldo,

I was having pretty a normal day and then BOOM!! In an instant it all changed for me.

I marched out of the school with my younger brother after a insipid day. Everyone was having conversations about what they are going to do over the weekend and what wild and insane event had taken place in their classroom. As I trotted across the crosswalk, I had my last words with my friends and other fellow students. I was taking the regular path home, keeping my head down, until I noticed my dad’s silver, slick sedan.

A husband, father and incredible warrior who held strong, endured unimaginable pain and courageously fought to hold on to every last moment of this life. The similarities to my own loss stir painful memories of my darkest hours. I knew going in, there would be numerous triggers layered into this day. Never the obvious, so I cannot prepare. I do know they often strike without warning, a curve-ball of sorts that take me off guard and often pack enough punch to send my spiraling back down the rabbit hole. And yet, even knowing this high probability of personal pain, I still felt compelled to go to this funeral and celebration of life…and take my kids. The support of loving friends and family can be incredibly powerful and immensely healing at these mournful events.

I feel like I'm stuck in the middle of an ocean trying to reach the shore except I can't swim and every time I get to treading above water a wave comes and knocks me back under and I can't breathe yet again so I fight. I fight so damn hard but the harder I fight the more exhausted I become and I give up. I welcome death. I wait for the waves to carry me to a peaceful grave. To save me from this battle I am losing. But the worst part is this whole time I've been surrounded by people swimming. All of them telling me I'm just being lazy and maybe if I just tried harder I could swim. No one gives me their hand to pull me above the water. No one tosses me a life raft. Everyone just yells for me to swim but I don't know

Do you know the saying “My life flashed in front of my eyes?” Not my life flashing, but my grandma’s life flashed before my eyes. She looked very pretty as she laid there peacefully. She wore her best dress and held the cross that my dad had made for her. All the horror that was in her face 4 days ago was gone, and peace and beauty overcame her body. I saw her on Tuesday, she died on Wednesday, and the funeral was Saturday. When I saw her on Tuesday, she couldn’t talk, and her eyes were glazed over, but the spirit was still in her heart. I could see it, the way she laid, surrounded by pillows and machines, made me feel like she was fighting to not pass in front of her family but to wait until we left. My dad

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.

I am not a religious woman, I take no stock in stories of creation, I do not believe the world was crafted by some divine and omniscient power. Our thoughts, our perceptions, every aspect of our lives are a result of the intricate set of rules that govern the universe, some might call that god. I call them physics. We enter this world as a tiny collection of cells, multiplying and specializing to create a human life, and we leave it as a much larger, immensely complex amalgamation. Thus far in my life, I have never doubted my convictions, I have attended church, read scripture, and listened to the words of priests, pastors, and self-proclaimed experts. Yet a few months ago my lack of faith was tested. One night, I lay awake, filled

When you’re in a life or death situation the only thing you’re trying to do is