Personal Narrative: I Believe In God

I grew up going to Church with family and friends until I was around the age of 8 when my parents just stopped going as much and eventually it came to a halt. I honestly don’t believe that I really knew anything about God besides that I believed in him because my parents did. As I grew older and got involved in heavy drinking to a point of no self-control and doing things I would regret when sober I began to hate myself with a deep passion. I didn’t know why I would do the things I did and continue to make the same mistakes even after I felt the gut wrenching feeling the following day. It was when I was older that I found out about a friend of the family molesting me as a child and everything just made more sense as to why I was so overly sexual and

At the time I was very small and I was not a great football player. This brought the whole team down. We finished the season with only three wins and about seven losses. Our team practiced efficiently the next season. We finished with zero losses and ten wins. The way that our team had risen was a perfect example of this quote.

Although I have not thought about how I would stage a play I will give myself a chance to thinking thoroughly about how I would want an audience to receive a piece of work written by the four playwrights we have read this semester. Drawing on Wilson’s famous speech, I have an idea about what I would want. The Ground on Which I Stand is one that acknowledges the amazing playwrights we were able to read this semester. I appreciate what they have given to the world through the stage and in print. There have been plays that I resonated with me and some that were harder to grasp. Many of these playwrights talk about connections and family which is a way that I have connected with the characters. I wouldn't use many of the playwrights as influences

For my personal narrative, I have to write about a hero of mine, my hero is my best friend, Kat. Kat is my hero for multiple reasons, such as making me a better person, and a happier one. She also helps me edit and draw a lot of the time, which helps because she is super good at both those things.

What I’m about to type was done late at night on random days with little to no spell check. So if I write something and it makes no sense at all, please let me know and I’d be happy to explain.

My eyes are Fiery. so, I burning the shadow. I rip night. and the moon was born. I know always the moon is native. The stranger and the native! That paradox. Don't you understand? the paradox is forbidden! My penalty is deportation. My body injured In the deportation and transforming to the immigrant. My immigrant body is a Gift from God. because I am Faithful. Don't kill me! My body is holy. Do you never see? My bloody body linked to heaven. Do you know

What do you believe in? It could be anything. Do you believe you shouldn’t cross paths with a black cat on Halloween? Do you believe there is an afterlife? What is it that you believe in? I surmise that purpose can be found in creating something only you can comprehend. Why? I’m about to tell you.

Ever since I was a young girl, I fell as a victim to cyberbullying and hate. It got to the point where someone made a Facebook page labeled as “I hate Sammi Zhao!!!”, which a majority of my friends and fellow peers marked as “Like”. This occurrence, let down and backstabbing of my friends, led me to suicidal thoughts and depression. I was accustomed to the mindset that every person I met would end up leaving me as time passed by. However, I was fortunate enough to find hope in Christianity, the religion that greatly benefited my journey of overcoming my struggle.

Dealing with different beliefs through my childhood friend from elementary was difficult concept to handle. At first, we were two peas in a pod, and practically consider each other as twins because we both love the same things. However as we grew older, we both began having our own opinion and this soon turned into heated arguments.

. I got irrationally mad at my mom because I didn’t want to refer to my Dad as a disabled person on google. I spent most of that night in a rage, throwing books against the wall, bawling and banging my fists on the floor of my bedroom. “Please help!” I yelled repeatedly. I’m not sure if it was to anyone specific. At that time, I suppose it was to God. Someone’s God. Anyone’s God. When I still believed.

I believe school is the number one tool for success. I am convinced school is how you learn and use the adroitness to a career. I believe school should be everybody’s number one priority. I believe school is fun because at school your learning and growing. I believe school allows a good day because I believe a good day is a day where you were able to solve every life situation and problem due to your learning. I believe school is the most popular and best way to earn a successful career. I believe that some criminals do not need jail time but rather attentive listening time in school.

It was a normal summer morning, the sun came up, and I woke up and got ready for the day, but it wouldn’t be any normal summer day. It all started when the same summer morning, when my dad asked, “Hey Gavin, you want to go to the Makers Fair at Union Station?” I didn’t know what he was talking about, so I asked him a few questions about what the makers fair was. He told me that it was a fair where people made products and technology. My dad stated, “I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t think you would like it.” I was sure whether to say yes or no. It sounded cool because I has an interest, but I was a little worried that I would let my hopes up too high and be upset when it turned out to not be as good as I expected.

After Mr. Spouterwinkle cleared his throat and loosened his tie, he turned his head sideways and said, " I have already put down a deposit for an apartment for you, and I have set up a bank account for you. It currently has 100 dollars in it, but you need to find yourself a job. The landlord said that he has the furniture situation handled, and that he'll visit you tomorrow to talk about rent and paperwork. any questions miss?"

They were thinking that they were proving the God they believed in but in the prof it seemed more like they were proving some other God. They were proving Gods that more just started the universe out and let it do it's own thing instead of being part of the world like the believed in God. I would believe in more of the God that started the universe than the one that takes part in everyday life if I believed in a God. The prof that they gave would prove more the God I would believe in than the God they believed in.

The text was easy to read and understand, well organized, and best of all entertaining with funny stories about his personal life. He referenced scripture to solidify his belief. Much of the context described exactly the way I have felt or things I had actually done.