Personal Narrative : My Brother 's Death

Everyone experiences loss, but the difference is our beliefs of where those individuals go when their time is up here. I have experienced losing friends and family from drugs, freak accidents, diseases, and just natural death. I have seen death right in front of my eyes, but somehow I still find something to comfort me. A place where there is only a peace and where there is no more pain, Heaven.

I wait at the door. I put on my solemn, grim face, I cannot let these children see me as a soft women. I am anything but that, well I guess I am, but we all need to hide our inner emotions some how. My useless husband, Hans, mumbles, “I see the car”. We step outside, most people think Hans and I are crazy for opening our home to these two children, but every little bit of money that we can earn helps. Plus, they can help with the laundry, I think and smile.

I once read a book about a guy who believes that everyone gets a tragedy at some point in their life. I never thought this could be true, because some people have great lives, and even if they do not how would they decide what the single hardest moment was? Recently my father passed away, and I realized you do not get to decide, you just know. This had been the hardest point in my life, however, the same book taught me that good things can come out of any bad experience if you look for them. Before I could see that I had to deal with many things, such as realizing he was really gone, going to his funeral, and going back to school. I also had to cope with the fact that I would never have the chance to change the relationship I

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

Another lash. My back bled, but by now I could not even feel the pain… a cold numbness stole over my limbs. The memories burned like icy fire, and I promised myself right then and there that I would never repeat my actions.. I would keep my head down… I would die, lost and forgotten, like I was supposed to.

While the service trip took place in the Northern US, there were pre-determined requirements that had to be met before we could embark, one of which was a minimum fundraised amount of $500. The money that was raised by this program went towards scholarships for other Kentucky residents to attend YMCA Conferences, where they have the chance to learn about democracy, kinship, and our community. I count this as community service because the YMCA changed my life by transforming an academic student into a servant leader. Providing the chance for someone else to be shaped into one of tomorrow's leaders is doing a service to my community. The third tier of my service goes towards the United States of America. An example of my service to America has already been noted in my ten day service trip to northern states where I helped shelve books with my peers and kinfolk who had fallen into unfortunate circumstances as well as re-vitalise YMCA Camp Y-Owasco through mulching over 5 miles of trails; however, a lesser noted service that many young adults seek is education. I firmly believe that the education of forthcoming generations is one of the greatest services that can be done for our

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This organization fosters volunteerism; members unselfishly give back positively and constructively throughout Hampton Roads. They also incorporate Christian principles, accelerated academia and prominent professional guest speakers. Ultimately, this program was birthed to empower and inspire young women to be their best self and propel them into God's preordained destiny.

Upon entering the Volunteer Center, I noticed how colorful and vibrant it was. There was abstract art, pictures of volunteers, and children’s drawings. I learned a bit of the history, and how it functions within the university. I took this chance to learn about the many programs that the Mary-Ellen Brandell Center puts on, including Safer Sex Patrol, Service Ambassadors, and many other miscellaneous projects. Out of the list, Service Ambassadors seemed most interesting to me. Every couple weekends, the Volunteer Center sends students to a charity to donate their time and effort locally. The next available trip, which was all filled up, was to go to Joshua’s House, a home for young, pregnant women in need of guidance and emotional support. The trips typically last one day and

(I was re-reading and noticed i didnt put age anywhere im 16.) Alright well I'm not sure why I'm on reddit venting this dosen't really feel like the place, but on Sunday morning my grandpa died. Here's the story on Friday night I was going to go to a football game but some weird surcomstances allined and I ended up not going I was in my room playing CS GO and my mom came in the room and said that my Grandpa collapsed and was being taken to the hospital and they thought he had a heart attack, but that wasnt the case. My mom and I got to the hospital and where sitting around fro a while then my sister showed up a while after. There was a lot of sitting and wondering then I was told I could go into the room I followed behind my sister she looked him in the eyes and said I love you he said I love you

Life is filled with different types of experiences that enhance the growth of an individual. One particular life experience that have impacted me both positively and negatively was the year when I was selected as Single Service Chair for University of Nevada Circle K International. It is my duty to planned and executed one single service project that would impact the club as well as the community. It was a challenging position, but the skills that I gained are crucial to my development as a leader and as an active citizen. Since service was the main element focus, I was able to build on the previous service events that I have participated and expand it to a more ‘civil engagement’ approach. For the service event, I wanted to give a chance

When something happens in your life when least expected, it is not always a good thing. Three years ago I didn’t think my life could be turned upside down, but it did. I and my husband started fighting a lot, and couple months later, we lost our house, and life started going downhill from there. As soon as I thought everything was getting better, it just got three times worse. This year, I told myself I was going to make it better for my family, but then I lost my kids to CPS.

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My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.