Personal Narrative: My Life On The Street

With war, there are politics. With politics, there may be war. The perspective of man has a monumental impact even on the most minuet things to greater issues that affect society as a whole. Within the realm of politics, specifically the United States, there is democracy in which constituents choose their representatives. There is a general understanding that these representatives are elected to provide the best representation and voice of the people; however, the public’s opinion and the responsibility of utilitarianism of the country that the President must consider can sometimes collide. The rise of Osama Bin Laden and formation of the terrorist group, al Qaeda, with its terroristic

All I could fit in my only small bag was a few clothes and a toothbrush and all my parents

A city disappearing in one night and never found ever since sounds suspicious. Where could

As I did researched on what global issue I wanted to dissect and analyze, I found a perfect topic that I can speak on. This topic was perfection because of the passion I had behind it. The passion started and stemmed from a vicarious experience that later was adapted in my life. This certain experience is homelessness. My mother, Kimberly Rose, became a mother at the age of 15 and was soon denied a home from her parents. That allowed her to live a life of consistently living in shelters where she raised me the best way she could. With the love and respect I have and will forever have, I gained a passion for people who either had the experience of being homeless or currently in that situation. As my mom grew older and life started working in

The civilized world is now responding. We act to defend ourselves and deliver our children from a future of fear. We choose the dignity of life over a culture of death. We choose lawful change and civil disagreement over coercion, subversion and chaos. These commitments -hope and order, law and life- unite people across cultures and continents (Bush, 11 November 2001).

“Sophisticated new technology and vastly increased fire power mean that future land battles are likely to be different.”(Bellamy) The world is becoming a more and more dangerous place as the years go by. Weaponry has become more advanced and dangerous. It is coming to an increasing arms race,as the whole world is discovering new methods and tactics of fighting. Terrorism is also a modern day concern with groups like “ISIS” threatening the innocent,and taking hostages to “send a message”.

    In an overall sense, my family and I are not animal friendly. Growing up, I was never allowed to have any pets or be near any animal that wasn’t our which was all of them. That made me develop a sense of fear every time I am around anything that walks on four legs. There is one specific animal I had a few rough encounters with. There are approximately 4.5 million dog bites in the United States each year.

Heidi was woken up by the van making a sudden jolt, throwing her against the car once again. It was pitch black and Heidi couldn’t see at all. She heard movement and realized she wasn’t alone.

What to be when no one feels, What to do when no one cares, Like a homeless person without any meals, Like a storyteller without any tales, What many people fail to understand, That kindness and hate go hand in hand, They don’t understand what to be, Because ugliness is all they see, Life without hate, life without love, It’s like a sign from above, I don’t know what to do, Except to feel loved and hated by you, The sun may falter, the moon be changed,

Four days, three days, two days, it's tomorrow. Although I have been counting down to this date, it is ludicrous how fast the days have gone. As I make my way to the venue I look out the window of the car and think to myself how much I am going to enjoy this night. It is the sight of an exaggerated amount of teenage angst immaculately aligned outside in the freezing cold.

Growing up in an impoverished neighborhood led to my mother's decision of placing me in a charter school so that I would be able to receive the best education that I possibly could, regardless of the neighborhood that I inevitably grew up in. Although grateful to have received this opportunity that many others in my neighborhood did not, the lengthy 10 hour school day made it difficult for me to be involved in community activities as I would have wanted to be. Incidentally, I managed to become involved in my community to the best of my abilities, but would have wanted to be able to contribute much more. Also, over the last two years I have been dealing with severe depression and anxiety. If I weren't to verbally tell anyone, many would not

The lights of the van went on as everyone piled out but my body refused to move and as the door shut I returned into the restless sleep.The freezing cold dragged me awake and aware for the first time since the fireworks, crawling to the front of the empty van I reached forward and pushed the small volume button that alerted me of the time the small green letters read 2:17 a.m. I slowly sat up and crawled towards the door as I slowly opened it; hopped out landing softly on the cement I went to the patio door hoping that it would be unlocked. But as I expected the door grudgingly refused access.

I started to panic and salty tears streamed down my pale face. I beat my fists, thud, thump, thud, onto the black chipped railing of the path down the ramp. The alley where the car had been a few moments ago, was now replaced with potholes here and there and grass growing through the cracks. Just parallel from where I was slowly slinking downward onto the fringed cement and curled up into a doughy ball, the police station bricks were fading to a cloudy gray. Navy blue patrol cars were silently laying in their individual cream colored lines. Eyes back at the empty alley way as if he would just magically appear.

Growing up the way that I have, I can tell you about more than just one of my neighborhoods, I can tell you about all seven of them.

If she had been walking at her usual pace, the small movement at the side of the road would not have caught her eye. She looked up at me hiding in the top flour of the motel and I saw her run I knew what she was capable of doing and I wasn't going to let her do that to me I ran to the elevator and hopped on it and clicked the ground floor button