Personal Narrative-Mother (Bridge)

On February 23, 2016, I was confronted with a scare that changed my life dramatically. My Mother Colleen Micele was admitted into Bayonne Hospital due to feeling ill, however, rapidly circumstances changed for the worst. My mother was rushed to the ICU unit and her time she had left us had been decreasing by the hour. My mother developed a condition called Pulmonary Edema which is when the lungs fill with fluid. This condition had caused my mother's lungs to then collapse which lead to my mother develop Atrial Fibrillation. Matters had become extremely severe and life threatening once my mother had become Septic. The uncertainty and living second to second not knowing if my mother would make it through her illness for 5 weeks emotionally destroyed

Alexus Casidy is out of her teenage years and now twenty, with a whole life ahead. The name Alexus may be a common but, the story of how it was picked, was not. Her father named her after a nurse at a Psychiatric Hospital, that he said was pretty. Not only did he name her after a nurse but, he chose the spelling of the car, Alexus. She grew up with her two younger siblings in Beloit WI, and I am yet to wonder if her sibling’s names have a comical story behind theirs as well. My peer went to high school at Beloit Memorial, graduating in 2015. Where she was an active cheerleading and softball player, also where she met her boyfriend, of three years, Ryan. Most don’t see that she is a mother, student, girlfriend, and employee; holding many different roles in all statuses. Alexus studies at UW Rock County and is undecided with fulfilling her dreams for becoming a children’s nurse or a teacher. Also, is hard-working employee at the factory Prent Corporation in Janesville, WI as an Inspector Packer. Where the money pays for the house her and her boyfriend own, with their one year old, Brooks.

I thought she would never leave me, and especially under these circumstances. We lived in a house in Rogersville Missouri and there was a hole in the floor in the kitchen entering the back deck and pool I did not have a room because they said I did not deserve one. we had a living room with ugly green carpet and the walls looked like fake wood , then tammy and buddy (buddy was the person who did those things to me he is my 2nd adoptive moms, 2nd boyfriend, she only liked him cause he was wealthy I know by the sounds of the house it does not sound like it but they were doing a renovation , we had a boat two jet skis and we had a ford king ranch and a convertible Lexus) had a bedroom with an huge bed and a bathroom with paw prints on the

I believe, without my mother's independence and the way she raised me, I would not be applying to Queens today. I have had my share of ups although I've also had plenty of downs. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My oldest sister chose a different path when she had the opportunity to choose a more successful path. She moved out at the age of 16 to flew across the country to live off of my grandpa's income. She dropped out of college, barely a semester in, with student loan debt. She could have been a multi-sport collegiate athlete on scholarship. I look at her and see what could happen if I don't make the right choices and take advantage of my opportunities. My second oldest sister made most of the right choices, and I look at her and see how successful I could become.

On November 17,1989 my mother Juanita Renea Ohlinger went into labor at 6:00 A.M. she was in labor for 12hrs. She laid there in so much pain at Providence hospital until Dr. Kendal Foster showed up and told her she had to have a C-section because her pelvis would not expand. The nurse hooked my mother up to monitors and willed her to the operating room, my father Raymond F Smith was dressed in hospital operating clothes. Dr. Foster began to open my mother’s womb and pulled me out at 5:25 pm.

"Anita began raising Darnell 15 years ago, when his mother began deteriorating in different ways. They've been through it all; she laughed when she talked about how much trouble he got into early on, and she shook her head proudly when she said he was now "the man of the house," helping with all the other children who have landed in her home over the years after their parents gave up. "She's my second mom," Darnell said. "I don't let that 'mother' word out easily, I really don't. But she deserves it." He told me his story matter of factly, telling me he struggled at times when thinking about his mom, in particular, but "I had to learn how to accept that she was doing the right thing for me when she decided she couldn't raise me."

The past wasn’t pretty for the town. They weren’t always like this. Before, people could dress how they want, say what was on their mind, but most importantly they were free. They didn’t have to listen to anyone, they didn’t have to do what they were told. There were no rules.

In 1967 my friend Gladys was one that I do not understand. I do not know her whole story. I know only a small window of her life. I do not know why her life ended so tragically, and why she allowed herself to stay in a place where she would kill her children.

I would never abandon Danielle, she has been with me since pretty much the day I moved here. The way we started was I asked my cousin Lavell who people were on instagram and i followed a bunch of people which one of them happened to be Danielle. That night I checked my phone and noticed that she had liked a large number of my pictures, so i asked Lavell who she was and he told me a little bit about her. The next day, July 4th, Lavell and i was going to go to a get together with his friends and they all had dates while i the new kid had no one to go with. I took a leap of faith and asked her what she was doing and if she would be interested in coming with me even though we didnt know each other. I told her that i lived with Lavell and that if she wanted

It was a good story, but that night I was scared shitless that he might die and his collapse made me think how my parents might feel if I died.

Jaxon’s Mom’s Point Of View. The phone had rung a couple of minutes before it had all happened, a couple of minutes before everything changed. We would’ve never known what had hit us, we wouldn't see it coming. Down here in the south nothing ever happens, the most exciting thing that has happened here was when the local school won the state championship in 2007. Life before we knew it was about to change here in Alabama,and we’d never be the same again.

The fear has tied itself around my feet, and I know there's nothing I can do. Not tonight. Not ever, it seems. If I try to move, I'll trip over it. I expect the girl to scream at me. Something like, "But you promised me, Ed! You promised!" She says nothing, though. I think she understands how physically powerful her father is and how scrawny I am. All she does is stumble over to me and hug me

Back to the waiting room I went, where it seemed that hours passed by as I stared at the tired walls; the peeling wallpaper clinging desperately to the walls; and the morose, white ceiling. Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock. As the seconds stretched into minutes stretched into hours, my pulse slowed not once. In what was, in fact, two and a half hours, my uncle and my sisters had arrived. My other aunt and uncle were still an hour away, but her doctors wanted to take my grandma in for a last-ditch surgery. “Unfortunately,” they said, “it was

Mama always had a love-hate relationship with my hair. If she was around me all the time, she’d comb and gel my black curly hair into an unpredictable shape, whatever she wanted. It almost always became a frizzy, tangled mess. I never liked her hair styling but I finally learned not to argue with Mama. I liked my hair like I like my food: simple. No need to add anything, or spend more money. My mama didn’t see it like that.

A little girl with her blonde ringlets pulled into tight pigtails complete with yellow ribbons squealed with delight at the colorful sight before her. Tents painted with blues, reds, greens, and purples towered around her as tall as mountains compared to her four-foot-tall stature. Balloons, cotton candy, and clowns mingled in the crowd like wild animals on an African plain. My mother latched her hand onto mine until I saw the most majestic animal next to the booth with the funny-looking mirrors. Its gigantic ears and stubby toes mesmerized my five-year-old brain, and I tugged on my mom’s long arm. “What’s that, Mommy?” I questioned with wide eyes. She followed my gaze and answered, “An elephant, Honey.” After that day, elephants adorned my