Essay on Personal Narrative- My Experience with Love at First Sight

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

The journey that Richard and Mildred Loving took is important for history and for the future of civil rights in the United States. I recently watched the documentary The Loving Story and enjoyed the footage, pictures, and interviews of everyone involved in the Loving v. Virginia case. The documentary addressed the issue of interracial marriage in Virginia in 1967.

The story of Romeo and Juliet is one of love and terrible tragedy. Many people have argued if it was actually love that they were experiencing, or if it was just a physical attraction. The article, “Love At First Sight“ by Elizabeth Bernstein, provides facts that prove Romeo and Juliet were not in love, but experiencing strong infatuation with each other.

Today they came back, just like they said they would, just like I knew they would. Today was different though, unlike last time they weren't testing, they were collecting. Every 4 years the kids who are “ lucky ” enough to be ages 10 -18 at the time get to participate in the draft.

In the car listening to music on my phone, relaxed, minding my own business. I feel a tap

As soon as i put my first foot on the field I knew I had to work hard for this one W. Logan Carmer kicked It off about 40 yard fat fat from wyoming got the kick off and ran for 20 yards. Than I heard the loud whistle and my coach yell black D. I ran out onto the field to make a tackle there first play was a quarterback sneak up the middle. I looked at the center and then the person in front of me then at the ball then quarter back said red set go. And the ball moved I bursted threw cause I knew they were running up the gut

I remember when the word first popped into my head while I was thinking about him, I became terrified, so much that I began to cry. How? How could I possibly be in love? I was in denial. I didn’t want to get hurt, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to open up to someone in that way for the first time. I've always taken love very sincere. So I bit my tongue. I hid my feelings. I waited for weeks and weeks, to see if the feelings would go away, but as time passed they only seemed to grow stronger. Now what was I to do? What if he didn’t feeling the same way? Or what if he did?

It was lust at first sight. His face, his laugh, his body. Everything about him drew me in, matching a moth to a flame. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to touch who I am inside, but he can’t.

Hopelessly, I tried to acquire some words, any words, to stutter out of my mouth, but nothing did. I just stood there, staring in his eyes silently. It was such an intense quiet that I could not seem to break it. He was the one to break it. He took his soft hand and placed it on my cheek, my heart was a candle that had been ignited by his eyes and melted by his touch. Inside I felt a zoo of animals move around. It was as if a gate was broken open and I could feel every emotion all at once. I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Then he said it. Still looking in my eyes, he whispered, “I love

My First Memory- Personal Narrative I’ve had many memories during my lifetime, many good, and some bad. My

I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child

It was one early summer morning of last year when I got into my parents 2012 Silver Dodge Caravan. My parents would be the ones escorting my friend and I to embark on the journey of our lives. On our way to the airport, my best friend Derek and I conversed about how much fun and different Europe is going to be compared to our little hometown of Park City. Hurried and panicked, Derek and I started to get our stuff situated as we arrived at the airport. Entering the doors, we saw the majority of our Europe group excitedly standing waiting for the rest of the others to show up. Derek and I joined the group and again starting talking about how excited we were and what to expect. The thing is, the whole conversation was focused on all of the positives that Europe has. Nowhere in the conversation did anyone say anything about the hardships we were going to have to go through, so that put all of the students way in over our heads. Finding out right before it was time to leave, I was paired with a random girl I have never talked to in my life. When I say she was the most annoying person I have ever met, I am not lying! She was one of those snobby girls who think they have to be as obnoxious as possible, when in reality every person hates the way they act. Walking one by one, we boarded the plane with pure exhilaration and anxiety. After boarding, I found out my teacher Aubrie was sitting right on the other side of the aisle from me. Aubrie and I talked for a long time but what I got

Creeek. The hard maple bends under my feet, I walk across the the marble as the sleek ninja in my tiny 8-year old mind. I hear the melodically digital sound of the TV as it floods my ears with sound. “Hi… Colin” says my grandpa softly, he turns slowly back to the television as the sounds of gunshots and war enslave him. His past memories haunt him, I know this because the war gave him a souvenir more powerful than one can imagine, a wooden leg. He asks me, “How are you doing?” His eyes train the television as he speaks, “I’m doing well, and I really love hockey, it’s really fun”. He turns from the TV, “You like hockey?” he says, “Yeah I love it”, he looks right through me and says, “That’s great, I’m terrible at skating.” I laugh, he smiles. I think to myself, “At least he has a sense of humor” he turns back to the television, I knew what happened, I knew he got shot, I knew he had felt pain through so many years of stillness. He asked me if I wanted some Life-Savers, as the sugar hungry kid I was, I immediately responded with a, “Yes please”. As he watched, he asked for one, I handed him one as his gown stretched over his leathered out skin. The gown was his only garment, was his pants, his shirt, his collar, and his armor, but in a battle of him versus the virtual soldiers on the television he didn’t need a gun, a helmet or the armor that tired his skin behind enemy lines. He talked as a sage of the war of stories of gallantry as we watched figures dance across a war torn

“Uncle and Auntie both went to Surkanda Temple today. So they asked me to stay in the shop whole day. They don’t trust anybody except me.” She indicated towards the money counter “I still have to take admission so no point going to college.”