Personal Narrative: Loss Of My Life

At the time I entered the room, my world collapsed. My mother was lying on the bed and crying after the surgery. I was only 10 years old but I knew what cancer means. So overwhelmed by my fear and unrest, I lost hope for my life: how can a ten-year-old boy live without his mom?

Life often throws many obstacles our way and the approach towards it allows us to grow as an individual. A combination of significant events has shaped me into the person I am today by changing my perspective on life and teaching me valuable lessons. Throughout my interview with my mom, we talked about how death has made a big impact on my life. These specific experiences include losing my grandfather, my friend passing away, and getting a new puppy. My mom and I were able to share similar responses of how I grew stronger due to these events.

Have you ever felt guilty after something bad happened to you & your family? I know I have. Everyone’s life is impacted by something that has happened to them. Birth. Death. Accident. Each one of these can affect someone's life drastically. One day my life was changed in just a couple seconds. My family and I got into a bad car accident. A decision I made that day caused it to happen.

The one time I experienced failure was last year in April. I had just finished a great indoor season and I was eager to start outdoor season. The reason why was because I wanted to accomplish some of the goals that I didn't get to accomplish during indoor season. I wanted to train hard, stay dedicated, and motivated. I started giving it my all at practice and no matter how hard practice was, no matter how tired I was I refused to give up. I told myself that this season would be a great one but I was wrong. Unfortunately, there were other plans for me, I ended up pulling my hamstring that year and not only was I devastated but I was upset. I put so much hard work and so much effort for someone to tell me that I might be out for the rest of

When I was in the third grade I lost my favorite uncle to a vehicle crash. This was my first experience of death that came with a powerful lesson. This saying expresses the continuum of adaptance when an individual experiences loss.I felt overwhelmed with grief, disappointment, and bereavement when this relative died. Everyone told me that it was okay to feel sadness and that I could grieve as long as I needed because this was natural. I was told over and over again that grief gets better with time. I learned that it was natural to cry, hurt, and grieve but remember it will get better with time. You learn to leave with loss after death. Death is inevitable but I am the American that expresses shock and disbelief every time.

On March 16, 2014 there was a death. The death of a boy named Asher Alt. He was 15 with long black hair, khaki pants, a sweatshirt, and some Osiris shoes. There was, however, something very different about this death, the difference being that it only lasted about 90 seconds, and it was my death. Ninety seconds doesn’t seem like long, it’s only a minute and a half and isn’t ever directly documented as a death, but those 90 seconds of death sure did change my life. Death was most definitely a surreal experience unlike anything I could’ve imagined.

Moving on, again westward, I was looking for a panel that I'd wanted to find for several years. I had written down clues I found in blog posts and forum trip reports, looked at maps for likely places and spent far too much time on Google Earth. I was pretty confident this time. The dogs and I started off up the steep slope to where I thought it was, this asthmatic flatlander and her flatlander dogs sucking wind as we went. After a bit of searching, I decided I was thwarted again, which was fine - the view was pretty fantastic and it gave me another reason to visit the area and explore more next

I looked at the clock. It was half past four in the morning. I rolled over, “Third Rock from the Sun” still playing, my room filled with blue electrical light, and I fell asleep.

Sometimes how a day ends is never how it begins. This was relevant on the day I was told my grandmother died. The news came at the worst time possible. I was spending the day in Delavan Wisconsin at my friend Hannah’s lakehouse tubing and swimming. My mother called with the devastating news, and our vacation came to a sudden close. To hear news that makes the world turn upside down is frightening. It is seldom expected, and traumatic when it occurs. During this, Hannah, our families, and I had spent a long day out on the water, enjoying the break from summer sports when my mother needed to visit my grandmother’s home to check on her. She had Alzheimer’s she lived with us for two years when I was much younger.

I have never had a near death experience. I know that many people my age haven't, though they claim that they did. I've always wondered what one would be like and hearing stories in class about them made me feel so excited. It also made me feel that I would never put myself in a situation where I was in danger. It made me think about if I ever had an experience what it would be about. This is some of my basic thoughts about near death experiences.

189 people died out of 200 people who stayed in the hotel. There were only ten survivors from my school and 90 people have died. The cause of the accident was poor construction, but there was no one who took over the responsibilities. The government promised to give all the students to a choice of choosing a university and they said they will support us until we get a proper job.

When you’re in a life or death situation the only thing you’re trying to do is

When I first laid upon the floor and paid attention to my body, every part seemed to be on edge and tense. Even as the voice began to speak, I realized that I was focusing too hard on the instructions and not enough on executing them. Therefore, I had to begin again, in which I began to take deep breaths and with each release of breath, let the tension melt away. I noticed my neck was placed too flat on the floor causing tension, so I pulled my chin up, leaving a little arch to be more relaxed. I was personally surprised at how lose my back felt as it is usually the place in my body that I feel most tension. However, I did notice as the time got longer, some tension was appearing at laying on the floor for a long time.

Have you ever failed multiple times at something and you can not quite figure out exactly why you can not succeed? I have one instance that I failed at two years in a row. I always played basketball throughout high school and still play today, but there was always one goal I had strived for. I wanted to win a sectional championship, which means you are the best team in the district. I made it to the championship game three out of my four years in high school and I never got the title that I thought I needed to be considered good enough. Failing three times did not define me, but it definitely taught me things that I would never have learned if I would have won at least one of the three games.

I can't count how many times I think of my near-death experience every time someone I know dies. To illustrate my accident, Daniel, who was my cousin experienced the exact same accident as I did. Unfortunately, on May 19, 2003, Daniel lost his life when he was struck and ran over by a drunk driver early Monday morning. From what my dad told me from the phone call he received, he was outside with his older brother playing soccer in the yard, when the ball rolled onto the street. Without being precautious, he ran to the street when the incident occurred, causing sudden death on impact. Eventually, my dad told me afterward that my cousin had passed. The scar I carry on my right forearm makes me reminisce the memories I had with him all the time.