Personal Narrative: Jack's Recovery

My feet pound the track. I take deep breaths and pump my arms in rhythm with my steps. My muscles ache but my mind is focused, I am in the zone and I feel invincible, moving faster than ever before. Run, rest, repeat. The cycle of intervals in the workout let me just tune out and push myself. The only problem is, as I run each interval I feel a nagging pain in my leg. The pain slowly increases until I realize the worst: I might be injured.

For years I struggled with addiction. And even today I still have the continuous gnawing in the back of my mind, attempting to draw me back, I have to continuously remind myself of the destruction it will lead me into. I am constantly tempted with the thought , " You can control it, just a couple drinks and be done it like normal people." However, as painful as it is to admit- out of pride, I am not "normal" in that sense. While I have failed miserably in the past, I have found some wisdom that has allowed me to continue on in the fight for recovery. Liked below are the four things we pursue as human being in an attempt to fill the deep angst in our bones for out of this life. As an addict I can say the failure in these areas led me to greater substance abuse to numb or help ignore that these things were not doing what I taught by society they would do.

A time I had to overcome adversity in my life was when I became injured during the middle of cheer tryouts. At the time I was very passionate about competitive cheer, and my goal was to make the junior five team. When I got to tryouts everyone was tumbling, stunting and doing the dance routine. My adrenaline was pumping as I went to warm up my tumbling and throw a roundoff, back handspring, layout. I was determined to accomplish this for tryouts and impress my coach, but I was still very nervous. As I was running into the roundoff back handspring, I knew something was bound to go wrong. The next thing I knew I was in the middle of the air and suddenly landed on my knees, with my ankle twisted under me. My face got bright

It has been a week since I handed in my project for English, things still do not feel the same at home, something feels as if it’s missing with Johnny and Dally went. Like a shadow has gone over our group. Nothing feels quite the same around a home, Dally seems more gentle with me almost as if I’m glass and will break, but I can see why. They try to make me feel better, and slowly my life is getting back on track, my grades are slowly climbing up, again Dally thinks I still got a good chance to get into a great university, he thinks that if I enter track next year, and do well I can even get a sports scholarship. I hope what he is saying is right. The whole group seems to be pushing me forward. Sodapop also seems happy for me, he is smiling more, but he almost seems more protective. Now that my head is clear I feel like I can see things the way they are. Because of that, they are careful around me, not wishing me to become like what I was again.

I can relate to B.J. from Tears of a Tiger to my own life. I can relate my life to B.J more than any other character. The first reason I can relate myself to B.J. is because I do not drink. “ Yeah we was drinkin’-- all cept’ B.J.-- he don’t drink.” proves that B.J. does not drink just like me. Another reason is I am to short to play basketball just like B.J. An example from the text is “ Naw, B.J. don’t play on the team-- he’s too short, but the four of us hang together.” And the last reason I can relate to him is because I do not pray very often like B.J. I pray in bad emergencies. “ I know I don’t pray very often, and I know you haven’t seen me in church lately, but I feel like I need to pray or something.” I have friends that I hang out

I feel a sense of calmness wash over me. My thoughts are peaceful and positive. I am confident and capable. I sleep a deep, healing sleep. I wake in the morning refreshed and renewed.

After suffering the past four years from multiple concussions with limited help, you begin to feel that recovering is just about impossible. I have essentially been at the same recovery level the past four years with only small improvements in my well-being. The Doctors I had gone to in the past were very limited in what they could do for me. Until rcently if you asked me if I ever felt I would be able to fully recovery from my concussions the answer would be, no. This answer completely changed after returning from Cerebrum Health Centers in Dallas, Texas. I was very fortunate to have come across Cerebrum when I was looking for information for my website. Shortly after I had found out about the Brain Center I was on a plane to Dallas to go

I felt my face getting red hot as I raced down the hospital hallway. I bit my lip, slamming into the wall. I pushed myself back and ran into an open elevator. I tried to study the floor numbers but my vision was blurry from the tears building up in my eyes.

Buffalo Jack’s was the kind of joint Evan hated. It was over crowded, loud, and there were people’s brats running around everywhere. The décor was that of a family fun atmosphere complete with plenty of crap adorned on the walls and a row of video games just off the entry way. Unusually tall tables lined the room’s walls and its core each surrounded by a half a dozen stools. Popcorn and peanut shells littered the floor encouraged by the management’s anything goes at Buffalo Jack’s philosophy. Patrons drank out of bell jars and watched sports on the twenty-five or so television sets that were plastered everywhere.

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Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

While growing up economically disadvantaged isn’t necessarily desirable, I believe that it has allowed me to develop important traits and life skills that I might not have otherwise developed. Horatio Alger Award winner Johnny Cash would likely say the same about himself. Johnny Cash was if anything a hard worker. He came from very little and was able to develop and hone his talents and make a name for himself that will last generations. While the success I have attained thus far is minimal compared to that of Cash, throughout my life, I have dedicated myself to my schooling and extracurricular activities in order to make my own name for myself. I have been able to attain knowledge that has allowed me to maintain a high GPA as well as win multiple

March 8th of 2013 is a date that will forever be engraved in my history. That sunny Friday would soon turn into a treacherous storm that would change my life forever. It began when my mother woke up. She was ready to take me to school as usual, but today she was feeling different. As we got inside the car, she had a hard time walking due to a painful sting she had in her lower abdomen. The car ride turned into a horror show as she began screaming from the pain she was experiencing, as if she were ready go into labor. Me, not knowing what to do, asked her if I should call 911. She refused. I was feeling anguished since was driving with the pain, which could have resulted in a car crash. As I got to school, I saw her ride off with a painful look

Working with David on this case, elicit so much excitement out of me, not only because it was a high profile case, but also because it would unquestionably benefit my career’s welfare and having David, as my mentor, would be extremely educational. I was surprised he asked me to assist him with the case considering the short noticed did not allowed me to prepared appropriately, but I trusted his judgment.

I’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.