Personal Narrative-It's Time To Put One Off Balance

At age of eight I moved away from a country leaving everything my mother grandmother language everything going up I was very close to my grandmother both my mom side and my fathers my father mom was the one who raised me since I was nine months she offered to raise me because me and my brother are very close we are 9 1/2 months apart or cold my grandmother "BIBI"similar to Nana in English, she took very good care of me love her so much she was basically my mother I slept in the same bed as her she even had my own parts to cook my food in them nobody else could used when I turned six starting first grade parents moved far from her house and they took me away from her every weekend she would ask for me and call for me I only got to see her like

My head was going crazy, I could barely think straight.I was off to a great start. I has stuck all my landings and I just need one more Tumbling pass to go, and if I had stuck it then I would qualify to Nationals. My brain was rushing super fast that it felt like I was off the floor.

At a young age, I moved from the country I was born in (Dominican Republic) to Miami Florida. Moving is not an easy thing to do, I had to leave all of my friends and family behind and become familiarized with uncertain place. I was surrounded by the unknown, everything was strange and so different to what I was usually use to. At the time I could not speak any English at all but that eventually did not matter to me, I slowly started adapting to my new environment and I became more positive. Although I could not communicate well and had a few obstacles I was very organized with my studies and kept very decent grades.

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

Dr. Rosenberg nodded. “Correct,” he told her, “And Halfrida or Harold was intended to be the key, something that Emily Ryan herself was not fully unaware of.”

“Energy and persistence conquer all things”, Benjamin Franklin. In Gary Paulsen's adventure novel, Hatchet, he tells the life of a teenager named Brian Robeson who is left in the Canadian Wilderness alone after his plane smashes into the a lake. He spends next fifty four days isolated, left with only his hatchet and his mind to fend off nature of all it’s forces. In fact, the theme that Brian constantly shows throughout the book is to never give in to the situation, no matter how hard it is.

A proverb, effortlessly composed by Italo Calvino and firmly respected by Frances Wright-Tellado. This classic philosophical proverb has said to have captured her rules of odyssey. The novel embodies chapters of her assiduously planned future, held between God’s hands. But as she hikes through each word of every favorably written page, the future still remains a conundrum. Her still mystifying fate is yet to be seen through her own crystal eyes despite calamities pulling her down between handwritten sentences. The hardships pertaining to deceptive failures and elusive dreams, making form of a warrior of audacity.

    We are told from the time that we are young to take responsibility for our actions, but there are some kids out there that blame their responsibilities on others. Even though they don’t want to take responsibility for their actions someone else has to take responsibility. When being able to be part of the stories you learn things that you wouldn’t ever be able to learn without being part of it. I have learned things the hard way just to find out that I shouldn’t have been doing it in the first place. Here are some thing that I learned from this situation.

On March 14, 2014 I, had gone to the Buffalo National River for an overnight solo backpacking excursion. I hiked 7.5 miles, from Steel Creek to Kyle’s Landing, and camped out along the way. What is notable, is that I had never been on a backpacking trip. Nor, had I ever camped out by myself before. It was also the first time that I got the chance to sleep in the Hennessey hammock-tent that was bought years before. The reason this matters, is because previously, I had been unemployed for a year and a half, nearly everything I owned was in the trunk of the car, and I really didn’t have a life that I wanted to go back to. I was also 25lbs greater than I am today, had just quit smoking six months earlier, and was ridiculously out of shape. Nevertheless, I knew deep down in my little soul that if I could survive this trip than I’d have a chance of finding what I was looking for.

One should stay within its limits since I also know, how to fire. One should stay within its limits since I also know, how to fire.

At the tender age of five, my family decided to put me into gymnastics, one of the most challenging sports, both physically and mentally. Gymnastics revolves around obtaining perfection—an unreachable goal for anyone, especially a five-year-old. Albert Einstein defines insanity as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Performing the same routine in front of a panel of people who will judge even my smallest flaws fits this definition to a tee. Welcome to the world of competitive gymnastics. What compelled my parents to put me in this sport, I will never know, but I have never regretted their decision.

I’m not going to lie, when Overruled was brought to my attention I was expecting some sort of Cop game or Lawyer game, like Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, but what I got instead was a boring, half assed game that failed to entertain me for more than 1 hour.

I was affected more by the second dose than the first. I lost my sense of balance and my eyelids became heavy. I was inundated with a sense of unease. As charismatic as Bobby could be, this home had a cold and isolating feel about it. He and the others became increasingly intoxicated as the night wore on. It was unflattering. Bobby, I learned, had a coldness within him amongst more intimate company. He would ridicule and belittle Christina and his friends. Christina drank aggressively, and began mixing the formula into her whiskey surreptitiously, which caused me great discomfort. I sat silently while they told gossip about local residents; inheritances that had been squandered, suspected affairs, even speculation about unsolved murders.

Placing a fresh log onto the waning fire, I finally accepted that my heart wasn’t here. I didn’t want to write about nature and camping. I didn’t want to write about climbing, hiking, wandering or exploring. I just wanted to be out there — in the wild — doing it.

Hey guys- I'm not trying to beat a dead horse here, but I wanted to apologize once again for cussing earlier tonight in an agitated manner. Typically, it takes a magnitude of outside stimuli for me to become agitated. What agitated me was not the jokes about what I said(I love jokes), but rather the fact that I didn't have anytime to clarify and elaborate further on what I mean't by that statement until after I became a tad bit angered about the laco of time. I wanted to address what I meant to the people who initially thought I was being racist with that statement. Furthermore, my personal stance is not to call anyone "African-American" unless they were born and raised in Africa, regardless of the pigmentation of their skin. I was just pointing