Personal Narrative: Moving Through The Forest

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

Ever heard of the Appalachian trail, it’s 2,000 miles of wildness stretched of all you see.

When I got fired from my job over the summer I realized there wasn't a lot to do. I was bored. This led to me exploring the woods around my house.I found lots of things, old oil cans, empty budweisers, and coyote traps, but the biggest thing I found was a trailer.

Moving, for many people, can be a difficult process. A lot of the time kids have to switch schools and deal with the challenge of making new friends and getting used to everything new. Since my parents divorced when I was five years old, I can remember living in many different homes. My mother would rent out a place, live there for a few months, then meet a new guy and move on. For years, I hoped to myself that my mom and dad would get back together, like Nick and Elizabeth Parker from “The Parent Trap.” I knew, however, deep down that such a thing just couldn’t happen. My four siblings and I were dragged along, forced to go with the flow and adapt as quickly as possible. Up till she married her second husband, Tony. As young as I was,

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

“Hey you want to drive”, my step-dad yelled over the loud engine of blue grizzly 4x4 quad I yelled “yes!!”, so as I got one the quad I put on my helmet and fased the strap on the same color helmet.

I slid into stiff boots, strapped a fifty pound pack to my back, and set out on my trek through the wilderness. As I stepped from asphalt to the dirt trail, excitement for the next five days rushed over me. Each stride brought me farther from the comforts of civilization, deeper into the natural habitats of hundreds of species. The reversal of roles filled me with respect, for it was I, not them, who was the intruder. My surroundings were untouched, unspoiled by the destructive forces of man. I was awestruck by the rough, uncut beauty. The trail itself was a source of joy; it was as distinctive and engaging as Mother Nature herself. Every bend brought forth new challenges, presented new opportunities to distinguish myself as a hiker. Once,

In the readings on authentic leadership, “True North” is described as one’s clear knowledge of who they are, where they are going and what the right thing to do is (Northouse, ch. 9). Personally, discovering the values that defined my True North was difficult. As I have never been in a position where I knowingly practiced authentic leadership, I never thought to evaluate the internal compass that guides the decisions and behaviors I choose to make in life. After giving it some thought, however, I was able to determine what can be defined as my True North.

In one of my recent fellowship group meetings, we were studying Acts 16, and it was pointed out that Paul and Timothy kept going back to places, regardless of the rejection they often received. Their tireless efforts paid off handsomely, rewarding them with the salvation of many souls, for which they always gave thanks to God.

This is Olga writing you. I hope everything is going great there at Trails End and everybody is alright. As far as I remember for the past time you have been in charge for the schedule. The reason I email you is that I would like to give my two weeks notice. Being at Trails End was a wonderful time in my life. I always felt to be lucky to work for Disney because it is an incredible company and a place where I met so many exceptional people and had a chance to collaborate with them. The things with me went the way that I have to leave. My last day with Disney will be August 31st (two weeks from today).

Marching in with the giant crowds fascinated with the design and the upkeep to keep this place going. All trail takers taken to a hall like room filled with trophies of defeated monsters. Liora viewed up at the big one it was high above in the precise middle wall above the stage. It was a dragon the last of its species a gold dragon with red eyes with a vicious snarl and eyes narrowed down to the crowd below. Incredible. Thought Liora looking at the head feeling she might have to come up to a monster like that one day.

My heart was thumping heavily, as the bus took a turn towards the mountains. I didn’t know why I had agreed, but it was too late to turn back.

I lazily hopped onto my bike for a ride to the nearest convenience store, though it was the afternoon I had just gotten up. Biking into the small forest near my house I set off towards the 7/11 near the highway. I don't spend summer as normal people do. For me it mostly consists of video games, painting, and sleeping while normal girls my age are going to Starbucks, the mall and whatnot. I stay home with virtual people on my X-box in all the comfort of my basement. At the moment I was stocking up on my junk food supply for a game match in Halo with my guy friends on X-box Live. After a quick stop to purchase all I'd need, I turned my bike around and headed back. I stopped suddenly, spotting a symbol drawn on the sidewalk along the edge of the

My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to