Personal Narrative: I M Your Angel By Richard Joseph Carda

I was born July 18, 1999 to my parents Joel and Kathy at Forrest General Hospital in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. I was a month early, but I was such a large baby that the doctor said “if he came on time he would have driven us home”. My mom was thrilled to have her first and only child; she named me Dylan, after the son of Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee. My name was strongly debated by my Irish Catholic Great Grandmother, who insisted I be named after a saint. After a failed attempt by Father Tommy Conway to convince her of the great Saint Dylan, my mother agreed to give me the middle name Thomas.

On Friday 02/23/18 at 1447 hours I was dispatched to a juvenile problem at 3340

Goal 1: Zachari will remain in the community. Zachari's grandmother was overwhelmed and Zachari was upset about something his mother said. Zachari's grandmother showed the QP the court documents the probation officer left that reports he has 20 hours of community services, have no contact with the co-defendants, curfew set by the parent, and contact with his probation officer.

Well, I suppose I should start with my name. I am Carolina Yanette Vlaun. I was born Monday, November 22nd 1999 at 7:14 pm at 9lbs and 1 oz in San Antonio, Texas on a nice and cool night at santa rosa methodist hospital. My mom likes to say that was the best day of her life after being in labor for 2 days i’d finally decided to get out. My dad said he was just excited to finally meet the baby that caused so much trouble. However no matter how happy my parents were the day of my birth my father had still wanted his first born to be a boy, instead he got me. I suppose that he would’ve named his son carlos after him, but since he had me he used the male version of his name and i became carolina. Whenever my mom tells the story she never leaves

I was born on the thirteenth of May in the year 2000 to Clair and Jay Brake. At the time, my parents still lived in Mocksville, North Carolina, so I was born in Davis Hospital. I weighed 6 pounds. When I was three, on August the twenty ninth, my little brother Jason was born. My earliest memory is of Dad holding Jason on the first night back from the hospital, and I asked why Mom hadn’t come home with us yet. Dad said she needed to heal from Jason, and I went to bed.

After I met with the Knights of Columbus, I drove out to my aunt’s place. As we ate lunch, she said, “You know your father was kicked out of the Knights for arguing with the pastor over the parting of the Red Sea,” and she went on to tell me the story. He said an asteroid landed in the Mediterranean Sea, and it had an affect like dropping a rock in a puddle. It pushed the Red Sea into the Gulf of Aden, and by the time the Egyptian Army entered the Red Sea, the waters were returning to their normal elevation.

It ripped through my chest like a beast trying to escape its cage. I finally felt it, God was in my heart. He had released all the displeasure, grief, and hopelessness I had felt for so many years and I knew from that moment, for the rest of my living

March 6, 1986 is the day my mother gave birth to her youngest of two. Celia Jael was the name chosen for me by my father. He decided to name me after my two grandmothers, even though my mother wanted to name me after herself. Some people have difficulty pronouncing

There’s a slim chance that a person can be strong all the time. Although that may be true, there’s an internal drive to want to be the person that everyone can rely on for support. I embody that person. I have moved twenty-seven different times, my parents are divorced, I have lived by myself for the past five years, and I learned how to live without people. However, since I knew what true loneliness felt like I made sure that everyone knew they could rely on me. I have never really cried and always carried the persona that I didn’t care what people thought about me, and I made sure that even if I was having a bad day that no one else was. I have been bullied ever since I can remember, until I gained personal confidence and was determined to

A Series of Unfortunate Events On a chilly Wednesday on January 14 of the year 1998, I, an eight pounds, six ounces baby, was born. My mom and dad were in bed at ten the night before, and it was decided that the time was now, for her water broke

What’s your story? When someone asks who you are, as a person, what do you think of? Most people will label themselves by their profession, or sometimes even by a flaw they find particularly annoying. They restrict their entire being into these tiny constraints, summing up their existence in a sentence or two. Everyone has their own story that they create for themselves, about who they are and what they do, but these stories limit us. They tell us that we are only allowed to be a certain way, to think and act a certain way. If we could just break free of these constraints, we could see that we don’t always have to live by the same plot. By reframing their story, one can grow to accomplish their goals, surpass their limitations, and even think

Steve and Angel brought their little guy, Braeden, to my baby photographer studio recently for 11-month field portraits. This kind of session involves bringing older babies outdoors to a field near my studio. We bring a few props and take some really beautiful images. Parents love the resulting photographs of

My full name is Kristen Gabriela Lopez my parents decided to give me an American first name and a Spanish middle name. They wanted me to have ties to my Spanish roots and to always remember where I came from. With this installment it has shaped the person I am today and how I perceive the world we live in.

Names, a Personal Definition It was a cold winter morning as my mother and father rushed into the local hospital; my mother was about to have her first child. My mother was sure she would have the daughter she dreamed of. She was supposed to be named Catherine, but my mother would not get a daughter, instead she got a healthy baby boy, but after hours of labor, she did not care what the baby was, as long as it was in her arms and not inside of her. My parents did have a plan if I was a guy; I was to be James Martin Milleville, a name that now outlines me in almost every capacity.

After doing what Circe instructed to do, I finally arrived at the underworld; the first thought was that it was more gloomy and depressing as I’d ever imagine. tons of lost spirits without their proper abandoned vessel empty mope around while wars and chaos ruin the rest in the hell of darkness. At first, I see a soul come towards me and it’s my deceased shipmate, Elpenor and a wave of sadness hit me as I remember how young he is and how he shouldn’t have gone through this. He comes with pleating word that he wants to be burned with a proper burial and I promise I’ll do just that. But alas, I find Teiresias, the blind spirit who will foretell me my fate. When I do, he quickly recognizes me and begins to tell me of the prophecy, starting