Personal Narrative: Me And Alyssa

Twenty years ago today, God gave me my second child. She has come to have many nicknames from my gift from God, my Angel of Jesus, to my Princess. Lauren Bailey, you have developed into a beautiful young lady, who is head strong and always knows what she wants. Even as a baby you knew what you wanted and how you were going to do things. When the doctors told me that they needed to take you away as soon as I had you, I lost a piece of me, because I did not know what to expect especially after your first surgery at five days old, but you showed your dad and I that you were strong and willing to live. You have shown so much courage, even at 9 years old, when you had your open heart surgery and you told me “Mom if God wants me to be with him, I

My-Kayla responded well to the intervention. My-Kayla completed the worksheet with assistance. My-Kayla stated, the child and mother should explain their reasons, brainstorm ways on how to solve the situation, find a way of compromising the situation by allow the kid to go to the movie with an adult, follow through with the solution or try to come up with alternative solution to the problem, by allowing the child to go to an age appropriate movie. My-Kayla stated, that she sometime get into arguments with her brother, however they compromise to resolve the situation. My-Kayla stated, that she have difficulty resolving disagreements peacefully at school, however she usually would take the problem to a teacher or guidance counselor. My-Kayla

Dakota your profiles is one of my favorites. I love how instead of interviewing a worker you interviewed your mom. No one would truly be able to give your story that special touch it needed other than your mom. Being able to get insight from someone who was really close to what was going on really brings your story to life. One comment I have would be to maybe talk about a specific memory that you will always remember. On a different note, my family loves disney world too! We are actually going over christmas break. No matter how many times we go the fun is always still there. I also know what you mean when you said "some of our biggest family fights, waiting in lines over three hours long, and spending countless amounts of money on overpriced

My Kayla responded well to the intervention. My-Kayla stated, that self-confidence is feeling secure of oneself and belief in one self and abilities. My-Kayla stated, helping someone, with no regards of benefit or being praised. My-Kayla stated, helping other, completing chores, being reliable, being honest, and caring. My-Kayla stated, cooking, reading, writing, and helpful. My-Kayla responded sometime. My-Kayla stated, being caring, showing the person compassionate, it give the person a sense of accomplishment, it make the person feel better about them self, and it helping someone else. My-Kayla stated, that she is a caring person. My-Kayla stated, riding her bicycle, reading, and playing soccer. My Kayla responded yes. My-Kayla stated, chore,

It was my first time going geese hunting with a shotgun. I was really nervous to going because my uncle and my grandpa are really good at it. They go every weekend and more than half of the time they get their lemont. Also I was very excited to go just growing up going and always watching them going hunting with guns and i always watched. I was getting tired of it. I thought it was time for me to have a gun and on more messing around as much

The temperature was in the negatives. Outside was frigid, but I was excited for school because I was going to talk about the Colts game with my friends. The day was normal, and I remember glancing at the clock around one because I was ready for math to be over. It was not long before we were on the bus riding home. I remember getting off the bus to see a police car and three other cars parked in front of my house. My sister and I walked around to the back and let ourselves inside. The door to the rest of our house was shut and the three of us were told to stay in the living room. I remember walking on the back of my couch practicing my balance as I looked at the clock hanging above the wood stove. Two of our close family friends and neighbors were in the room with us, but my parents were not there. I asked what was going on and they told me that my mom had gone with my dad to the hospital. I dismissed the thought because my dad had been to the hospital the week before, and thought, Oh, he is probably there because he is having another one of his headaches or back pain. We waited in the living room for an hour before they drove us down the road to one of my former babysitters, who we called, Grandma Jenny. I remember she had the TV on Final Jeopardy, but I was not interested. Instead, I sat on the floor in front of the couch and played with puzzle pieces. One of my neighbors pulled out his guitar and began to play songs that we liked. Later, my mom arrived, and I remember asking her if Dad was okay. She had just watched her husband of sixteen years kill himself. She looked at me with shock and sadness in her eyes and said, “I don’t know, honey.” Then there was a police officer knocking on the door. Looking downcast, he spoke quietly to my mom. She then came over to us and I heard her say three words, “Dad is dead.” I became overheated and all I saw were tears rolling down into my purple fuzzy sweater. I was wearing my favorite sweater and

“ I am really sorry about this” my teacher said in a sweet voice. I slowly looked over my shoulder, then sniffled a little. All then suddenly my teacher started to smile really big. Afterwards I heard two big knockes from the outside. My teacher said “ go closer to the window” I was a little scared. When I got closer it look like a man a woman in a space suit. Then they slowly walked away. The front door opened and i could hear my name being said. The two people or animals that were outside cam to the front door, and running up

I had a best friend named Bethany once, but she was strange in a way that no one would ever think: she was part of a murderous family. It all started in the seventh grade, when she came up to me to ask if we could work on a project together and while doing the project we got to know each other better. I told her about my family and what I wanted to be when I was older. She told me that her family was different than any normal family(how ironic) and that they had just moved to town. I realized that she might not have had any friends, so I invited her over to my house to watch a movie. While I was getting the popcorn ready, I heard the door shut close, so I ran to find that Bethany was not in the living room anymore. I thought that maybe she got nervous and left and didn't think of it that much.

I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt. A beautiful line, no doubt, but I mustn’t take credit. I remember seeing her at her best. I remember telling myself that she would get better. I remember seeing what she would post on Facebook and pretending that I thought she wasn’t slowly killing herself. I remember seeing the blades sitting on her desk and throwing them in the trashcan and acting like they didn’t hold any significance, only to repeat the process the next weekend. I remember hearing her stories about falling out of that damned tree and telling myself, “Oh yeah. Those scars could totally be scrapes from the tree bark.” I remember ignoring the brokenness of her smile. I remember not doing anything about it, and I remember foolishly telling myself that it was all in my head.

Hi I am St. Alyssa I am also known as St Alice. I was born in Schaerbeek Belgium, 1204. I entered a Cistercian convent called Camera Sanctae Marie at the age of seven. I ended up getting leprosy. I was kept in isolation at all times but I always kept my head up no matter how much i was suffering or how sad I was. After being diagnosed with leprosy I then became blind and paralyzed. I stayed strong in my faith with the Holy Eucharist. I had many visions after. IN my visions Jesus apeared and told me to not be afraid because i would be saved in heaven. I was never aloud to drink from the chalice at mass because of my contagious disease. I died June 11, 1250 at the age of 46. I am the patron saint of the sick and paralyzed people

Then left at 7:30 to go to my bustop as I’m at the bus stop I see the police going bye I wonder what’s happening they turn right on to my road. I say well something happened on my road to my friends the us comes I get on shortly were at school. As I walk to the library where I meet my friends and we hang out I’m thinking I feel like something bad will happen today. So as I’m in school I’m walking down the hall to go meet my girlfriend when I see Brandon another guy who likes her but she don’t like him. As I see him trying to hug her I feel so angry like I never felt before I go up and I growl get away now I see both of them staring at me weird but I don’t know what I’m doing I push him he goes like 5ft backwards and he runs away. Zoey looks at me and says what happened I say what you mean she said you growled and your eyes were a bright iridescent blue. I say I don’t know and we walk off down the halls as were in class I’m paying attention when all of a sudden I get a deathly painful headache I bite my cheek so I don’t scream. And slowly the pain decreases and I stop biting my cheek as my headache

Since I can remember, I've always been an avid fan of the movies. Finding out that we have actors in the family at a young age, gave me even more confidence to follow my passion, acting. Watching movies incessantly has helped me to improve my acting and honestly, has given me great motivation to get my career going. To try and choose a movie that has been a great influence in my life would be somewhat difficult since there are many. Yet, when I really think about it, from the moment I saw it, I knew that that's what I wanted people to feel after one of my performances. A character that you could not necessarily relate to at first but by the end feel like you totally understood who and what they were and what they stood for. That character for me was Lisa Rowe played by Angelina Jolie in the movie Girl, Interrupted.

Then I called a friend and said that their was something in my house and my friend said I will come over but it will take about an hour for me to get their and she said that was not soon enough then “bzzzz ooom” the power was out, I screamed and started to get teary eyed then grabbed the flashlight next to my bedside table and decided to go downstairs while it was pitch black outside and no light in the house I was shook and could barely move so then that is when I Decided to suck it up the step toward the kitchen then I saw something the same figure darted across the kitchen as I whispered in a shaky voice“who's there” I heard a loud stomp toward me and knew that a person was in my house I tried to call 911 but then remembered the power was out and I could not use my home phone and my other phone was dead.

I once had a traumatic event that was kinda or I should say really scary for because this is the story of me almost drowning at a elitches. So it all started about a week before, when my neighborhood friend invited me and my sister to elitches one summer. And of course i'm gonna say “heck ya!” why not. I mean wouldn’t you? So about a week later we go and so were packing up and I can't remember but i got mad about something. So I was walking home but then I guess I did that thing where I just want everyone to feel bad for me so I want to go. But let it be known i'm like 6 so i'm not acting like this as a 10 year old. Anyways I end up going and so the line to get in was as massive as you can imagine so we waited for 30min.

Who am I? It’s just a three-word question, but the answer is not so simple. People are three-dimensional and complex. Each individual is unique, with their own set of physical traits, personality traits, life experiences, God-given talents, and vices. People are dynamic and these things can change with time. We like to put names to these things, like to stick people into categories. We like to put our best faces and acts on and hide the things were aren’t so proud of.