Personal Narrative: Kenneth Edward Stanton

The person I am doing for my essay is Wesley Isenhour (my dad). He has a wife named Liane and two kids named Macy and Maddy. He works for the United States postal service and does reviews on post offices all around North Carolina. The reason I chose my dad is because he always makes people smile and makes everyone's day better. He is one of the best people in my life and is always there for me. I hope you enjoy my essay on Wesley Isenhour.

On 23Apr17 at 1311 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was asked to Constance Carmichael in reference to a fraudulent transaction involving her foster son, Justin Kottom.

I replied, “yeah, let me ask my mom.” So I called my mom and asked if I could go to Greyson’s practice. She replied, yeah how are you getting home?”

As we got to the Veterans hospital, I got out of the car and felt a cold wind blow. The fact that we just passed Penhurst creeped me out. My christmas I should be spending this at my house with my family this isn't going to be fun at all I tried begging nothing wok this isn't going to be fun at all.

On Sunday, August 2, 2015, approximately 1805 hours, I was dispatch to Magnolia Assisted Living, 964 South Main Street, for a suspicious person report. Upon my arrival I met with the complainant, Ms. St John. St John stated a suspicious person had urinated in the back of the building and stumbled across the street. St John stated the subject walked across the street towards the Pavilion, 949 South Main Street. St John advised me he was a white male with a brown shirt, blue jeans and brown hair

I have lived in Winchester, Massachusetts nearly all of my life. Winchester is recognized as a predominantly white-affluent-suburban town fifteen minutes outside of Boston.

I was born on March 24,1999 in Eastland Memorial Hospital. My mother, Shana Davis, and father, Wayne Davis, both graduated from Tarleton University in Stephenville Texas. I have one brother who's older than me by a year and four months his name is Justin Davis. I attended elementary school at Siebert Elementary School. I was one of the youngest in my class and had struggled cause I always felt smaller and was very hostile. But as I started to grow I found myself starting to become less hostile, as I found myself being welcomed as a friend. I began playing sports when I was in the third grade I was always fascinated with football it had been my way to get away from everyday life. When I got into middle school and high school I got

I was lucky enough to know a man named Leon Eppenbaugh and spend nearly 16 years of my life with him. I met Leon when he was 63 years old and he became the closest person in my life. Everyday that I spent with Lee taught me more and more about the person I wanted to be. Lee wasn’t perfect, but he’s the only person that I’ve ever fully respected, admired, and aspired to be.

I told mess-up, my son was trying to set up my reader for my disability for the course and I accidentally started the Ch. 1 - Investigation An Answer Form. It said no Time Limit does that mean I can go back. I am so sorry, I promise not to be a pain. I am just trying to get everything set up and got to know the website.

This day today is a hard one for all of us. Losing a loved one is the saddest event in our lives. When you lose a loved one, your heart feels heavy and sad. And that’s what I am going through right now.

On to the “C’s.” My father. I could write a book. Maybe I will. He was a dry-humored self-made Southern gentleman. I named my son after him. He died in 1982, when my son was seven weeks old.

My eyes opened and all I saw was black, a strong rhythmic knocking noise echoed in the room. Isaac, my best friend and dorm mate was having a seizure and I watched as his body banged against the bedroom wall. It was terrifying. I was in shock and had no idea what was wrong with him, but suddenly I remembered reading about seizures in my old lifeguard manual and realized there was nothing I could really do. The optimal method was to wait and maintain his airway. I felt powerless, but eventually the seizure passed and Isaac returned to his old self. Soon after, I learned that for as long as I had known him, Isaac had been harboring a secret: epilepsy. Three years later, I saw Isaac‘s body on a gurney under the fluorescent lights of a hospital. He had another seizure, but this time, there was no one there to help. All that I have left of him are memories of who he used to be, his laughter and generous smile. My best friend lived with his illness, and he never once let it control his life. In him I saw firsthand the complexity of human health, the fragility of mortality and I’ve been inspired to pursue medicine ever since.

The moment I realized that my dad was not going to be in my life was when I wrote him “that letter.” My dad had went to jail, and at that time I still fought for my relationship with my dad. In the letter I basically informed him that everything was going to be alright. God was going to bring him out of every situation, and many more words of encouragement. Our relationship had been somewhat okay, I visited him in jail and of course you know how things go with certain people. They tell you that whenever they get out, they’re going to be a better person, he’s going to continuously be a part of me and my brothers lives. So what do you think happened? That shit never happened. I think that’s what had hurt the most. Because I literally gave so much into that letter, and for you to continuously lie to me and tell me that you’re going to do something and you don’t is pretty fucked up. Because even when people were beginning to give up on him, I was the only one being positive and trying to give him a chance and be there for him. I just don’t understand how you can just look someone in the face and feed them all this bullshit and then you don’t make the effort to make anything happen. But I guess that’s why it’s called

In life you have many people who influence you. Some aare good influences and some are bad influences. Although, the one person who influenced my life most would have to be my father. My father sacrificed alot in his lifetime to make his children's lives better. I adore my father he is a strong confident man and loves his family unconditionally. I have become the person I am today because of my father.

I have met many people so far in this life, but the person I enjoy remembering the most is my husband Jeff. He was born and raised in Tennessee. He is six feet tall, weighs two hundred sixty seven pounds,he has dark brown eyes, and such a nice smile. His hair is jet black with just a few silver and white strands throughout. He is a very big and strong character of a man. And yet he is the most gentle, kind and caring man that I have ever met. Jeff has a sexy southern drawl to his voice. The one person who has influenced my life greatly is my husband, the first reason being because of his positive attitude, his intelligence, and the way he expresses his love.