Personal Narrative: How Football Changed My Life

When the rain stopped and the sun started to come out, I finally went to my car. I opened the driver’s side door, sat down, and closed it. I banged my hands on the dashboard multiple times and screamed. The tears came back, streaming down my face as if they were rivers themselves. When at last there were no more tears left to flow out, I turned my head towards the bridge and for the last time, I glared out at the spot where she stood before her

“I’m sorry, my love,” I said as my eyes began to water. She grabbed her chest in pain and stared at me. Her eyes teared up and a single tear ran down her cheek as she took her final breath. I did what I had done so many times before, but I never felt any remorse for my actions until then.

We kept our path on the road and eventually we made it past a couple of days, me being scrunched up between boxes in the backseat of the car and . I sat there looking at the dark sky with the even darker shadows of the big evergreen trees surrounding the parking lot of the motel. I was sitting alone while my aunt checked in and you would expect me to be anxious of such a foreign place. Time went by and you’d still find me sitting there, pondering that

The end of my Sophomore year was the worst time of my entire life and the main cause of my beliefs and ideas of myself. Depression hit me hard and fast like being in the two minute and twelve-second knockout boxing match with Muhammad Ali, but gratefully received help from my family, school, and a special someone. It played a massive role in my effectiveness in school work and social life, but that became the start of what I would call a blessing. Motivation and ambition came quickly after the second semester after months of pressure and love from others who I am proud to call family and friends.

There was a fresh chill in the air when she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Snow was sprinkling down coating the pavement in front of the building. She had to tug her hood just a little tighter as she carefully made her way up the little entrance way.

The cold winter breeze hit her skin as she stepped out of the warm truck, ordinarily, she immediately wrapped her arms around the black coat attempting to keep her warm, as she was freezing from the sudden temperature change from the truck into the chilly air. Looking back to the sled being drawn out of the back of the truck, then she turned around and her eyes landed on the Rocke’s house, their close family friends. Gazing briefly at her parents one last time, ran to the door of the house, ready to get out of the cold momentarily.

Oma found a parking spot relatively quickly. She turned off the car, and we climbed out. The wind playfully blew snow in our faces as we began to walk to the hospital. In no time, I

My heart sank, sadness engulfed me yet the tears never came. I bit my lip until it turned white in an effort to mask my quivering lips. She turned and saw me, kindness evaporated from those brown eyes, as the verdict was confirmed with that cold icy look, she walked off

When looking at my transcript one will see a struggling student who fails to meet the college level coursework, but what it does not show is the personal struggles, lessons learned and the triumph. My college career started with the death of my grandmother. Her passing took apart of me, and shortly to follow I found myself back in the funeral home for the death Grandpa Dusty. This pattern of death continued almost every month for the entirety of my freshman year. Though I struggled to cope with the losses, I adjusted and finished freshman year. The summer class and sophomore year went well as I found a balance of course load, work, and personal life. My junior year, as grades will show was a problematic year. Junior year started with a

That night, Chloe thought about what had happened. She knew that she could fix it, and she had a plan. The weather forecast said that it was going to be pretty warm the next day. “Typical Wisconsin weather.” Chloe thought. But, she was very grateful for the warmer

I was in a new realm of what I considered to be failure. My junior year was loaded with college classes. On top of that, I had three advanced placement courses. These included: AP Chemistry, AP Spanish Language and Culture, and AP American History. The end result of this terrifically horrible year was all two’s on my exams. The exams that I had worked towards for an entire year had ended in a missed goal and quite a bit of tears. The exams that I had put my family on hold for. The exams that had made me cry, laugh, and fear all year long. The anticipation for the exam results was excruciating.

It was refreshing to go out into the world after staying in the house with Jean for so long. The gentle caress of the rain was calming. The rain whispered sweet nothings to me as I watched him drive away in his Volkswagen to her.The pure rain water mixed with my salty tears this was not alarming nor surprising, I expected such. It's hard to watch past lovers thrive while you're struggling, isn't it? Even though I am struggling, I have yet to give up. For I am still left with one thing he has yet to even fathom. Mercy and Memories. Jean and I had grown up together, he had pushed me around in the red wheelbarrow, oh how I loved that rusted old toy. When my night terrors would strike in fierce blows against my young mind, he was there to read me a story and calm me down.

She yanked the keys out of the ignition. It’s was just dark as she stumbled for the door grasping for breath. Her hands were shaking so bad, she had to two fist the key to get it into the lock. She burst into a fresh wave of sobs as she bursted into the door. She close the door and sank to the sobbing. She was still just the foolish little girl at ran around making the prefect prom. She just turned it into the prefect sale.

Time to roll up the windows. Each blow of the wind feels so heavenly and golden, melting away the heat of the steering wheel. The people in the back still dying in the heat become jealous and say, “Can you turn up the A/C?” The air finally reaches to the back. It feels so weak, yet so good. The car would pass by a tree every so often, blocking the blinding light and providing shade. For each tree, it was two seconds of their favorite moment. They felt more relaxed and cooler. Soon after the car feels like a refrigerator, and the driver turns down the air conditioner. The drive feels fine now, until the family reaches their

The soft snow numbs my hand as I brush it off of her red car. We rush to get it clean, rush to get warm. The ice-kissed our faces and bodies as we stand there in each others company. As we laugh about our day, we see our breath rise to the dark sky above. As we look up, the snow keeps persisting down, making us shiver and wet. I grab a handful of the plush, delicate snow, and try to throw it on her back. Instead of it hitting her, the snow expands in the air and falls to the ground like confetti does at a concert, slowly but surely. I run to the other side of her car, not wanting to be hit back. Instead of her retaliating, we just laugh. Her silvery laugh illuminates the area around us, making the darkness not so dark. It’s the kind of laugh