Personal Narrative-Kristen Is An Everyday Hero

Heroes come in many different forms. Heroes can be anyone, they can be your, mom, dad, sister, brother, etc. My hero is my best friend Sarah Watt. She’s kind, sweet, honest, and caring. We became friends because of the nice thing she done for me and I’ll never let it go.

My name is Kaitlyn Hoopingarner, and I am a senior at West High School. Sioux City, Iowa has been my home for my whole life. At West High, I am involved in multiple activities: varsity wrestling cheer, robotics, and theatre. In addition to my school activities, I also paint, crochet, and play video games. I plan to attend Iowa State University to major in Computer Science. My birthday is July 25th, and Christmas is December 25th; so, my birthday is "Christmas in

What would happen next?!  She began to go down, she put one foot down on the next step.  The ladder began to wobble Chu-yi, holding on tightly stops moving ,and the ladder is still.  Chu-yi knew that could have been bad.  She makes it half way down the ladder while her heart is beating like a drum.  Chu-yi starts to hum the swift birds's song to calm herself. Bang, Chu-yi hears the sound and hurries down the ladder.

The deep waters of sorrow and pain have overwhelmed me in the past months. Agony and despair has left me breathless as I stay on the surface of the waters, trying to find the hope and love deep down in the water. I am scared to go further to discover as I might drown in the love from the Father who loves me so. The waters can only keep me sane for so long until I let go and let God take over. The waves have overwhelms my eyes that I have become blind; blind with anger and violence so that my emotions have become equal with the storms. How can your love seem so innocent as the farther I go it becomes more dangerous? I am left breathless as you take me deeper. Deeper into something that can leave me wanting more.

Once there was this red house at the end of the street. Who lived in there you ask well there is this 17 year old girl and her mom. The girl's name is Z she plays baseball she loved baseball till one day she went blind because when she was walking home with her friends suddenly there are a gang of girls from her school went to go pick a fight with her.

Coming to in the hospital room surrounded by the doctors was heart-wrenching and frightening. Elizabeth had never been sick for more than a day or so in her entire life, and she knew whatever happened to her would be a life-changing experience.

Hero’s are all around us, some live next door, some are at the coffee shop drinking their coffee. The thing about a hero is that they don’t advertise it, they just do great things. I wonder if the person who lives next door to Shara Fisler knows that she is a hero to many. This is her story and why she is a hero.

-According to the recording this has been going on for some time now – Coulson tells Thor as soon as the recording has ended.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!” The school bell rings. Peter and I were playing football at recess when we heard the bell. We quickly rushed up the stairs to get to class. I was so happy to see back Peter in school after his sick leave. He looked happy and his attitude shone brighter than the sun. Even after what had happened to him about a month ago…

We all have our heros. For some it may be a superhero like batman, or a special person in there life. For me it is special person. Someone who has helped me time and time and has been there for me. This person’s name is Grace Snyder-Hansen. She is my hero because she is has great character qualities.

On a cold summer night the sun was shining brightly in the sky. The sounds of bears were given to my ears in the breeze as it came through the forest trees. Wolfs could be seen in the tree line hunting their pray. Feeling the rugged rocks that you tread on. Fresh air smells like pine scents with a glowing spray of a river. There was a spiritual being present that made my heart quicken and my body became still. HE came to show the way for HE is the truth, the way, and the life for through HIM we well shall see the face of GOD. This started my first step into what is a fantastic journey is exciting yet wondering what is gone to happen. Each step brings peace no matter what the challenge is because HE leads me. Some search to find a round their

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

In a non-fictional book entitled “Enrique’s Journey”, A young boy named Enrique, struggles to make his way from Honduras to America, to finally see his mother again. Throughout his journey he met a lovely woman named Olga, who helped the injured immigrants. One could come to the conclusion that Olga was a hero in this text. Christopher Reeve said, “A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.” (Brainy quote). This quote relates to Olga’s experience because she had many overwhelming experiences saving immigrants, but she did not give up. This relates to how hero’s do what they can when they can, and whenever they can.

Kristi Yamaguchi is a hero because she wasn’t stopped by her obstacles and took after her childhood followed her dream of

It has been one year since the death of my beloved sister Cheryl. Since then, Roger and I have married. It was wonderful! All the people we met last year were there; all the friends I made at my job as a receptionist. Cheryl’s friend Nancy and her mother came and they hired a babysitter for Cheryl’s son Henry Liberty. But, most surprisingly, my father was there for a bit! He started by saying that he was sorry about what had happened my whole life and how he should of tried to get us back. Then, I told him that I know it was for the best and that we should not cling to the past, even though I did that my whole life. Essentially I was being hypocritical. Nonetheless, he said that he was proud of me, and that if my mother was alive she would