Personal Narrative: My Live With

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.

I chose to break the norm of either smiling at strangers or giving them a neutral look when you make eye contact. I decided to give every stranger I passed a confused look like they had just spoken to me in another language. I must admit, this made me feel a bit goofy. I was on the fence as to whether or not to do this in the first place but I decided I just had to. The responses I received were quite comical. A few people asked if I was alright, and one person even asked if I had a problem with them.

i apologized about this , I didn't realize it was that many hours he, but I know there would be some over time this week we had couple of incident , the day we had to do Eric and ken write-up I had him site in both , also the Sunday training added to it , he also went over Tuesday when we did the Ops meeting , this is not the norm I will keep the hours in check

I hereby tender my request for my listener account to be deleted, immutably. Not deactivated, not put on hold, not suspended. I am well aware of my options, and trust me when I say that it is only after careful consideration and painstaking deliberation, that I arrive at this conclusion. Long, dreary nights spent agonising over which one is the right one ; which is the best possible outcome, under these set of circumstances? At this juncture in my life, what do I have to do, what do I need to do, what should I do? So many options, so many variables, so much room for error … a careless oversight, a lapse in judgement, a fatal miscalculation … that is all it would take to spell disaster. I would never forgive myself.

Tim sat on my bed with just his boxers on later that night. His chest looked delicate, pale and his collarbone thicker than usual. “You're not doing this vegetarian thing for me, right?”

There is an unseen balance in the universe, one not measurable with charts and graphs or even with the highest tech machines man has to offer. This unseen balance guides my life like a tiny white flame, showing the way through the infinite maze that is life.

I was blinded, cold and scared. I couldn’t move, i tried, but failed. My arms and feet were held down by something cold, it felt like metal. The machine were talking to each other, buzzing, humming and beeping. The thing that prevented me from seeing was removed. I was in a lab with different people. Some were wearing things that surgeons wore, others in lab coats, and me? Well, let’s just say that I can’t find my clothes.

Growing up I thought the things that define my life would be way different by the time I turned twenty but they've stayed same. The things that define me most are music, books and my clothing. I don't plan on changing them any time soon.

The war was coming, and we all knew it. The bomb dropped on Hiroshima, or even Nagasaki, would be considered a dust mite in comparison to what the world had now. Families had begun digging up safe rooms, others buying places to live in mountains or underground. Only the wealthy were assured of safety, and we all knew that the government had plans for them. The general population didn’t get to know the plans we were just stuck, and we all knew that out days were dwindling.

Today I'm talking a plane to south America to drop these packages off. Its calling for bad weather but the dumb pilot says, "it's okay I've done this a million times." He's cocky, he's young and looks about my age, I get on the plane and there's already problems, I don’t need to die today. I tell him "We can fly another day" "No were fine", man what's up with this guy he's in such a hurry. We take off and everything's fine so I nap and then BAM I wake up to the sounds of an alarm, the plane is crashing and there's the pilot swinging his head with his eyes closed I run up to him and tell him to control the plane and then he shoots forward hits his head on the controls, great just great I'm in a plane with a pilot that’s passed out and now he just hit the controls so now were really screwed. I run to the back of the plane and grab the life jackets and put one around him and myself. I can see the land coming into view and I'm freaking out, as I brace for impact I see the pilot and he's struggling, his ocean blue eyes bulging out of his head, and he's crying he's young around my age and I know he doesn’t want to die. I run to him and pull him off his seat and have him crouch down by me he's holding on to me and he's saying and yelling "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" We grab five

Flying across the world at the age of 6, a new continent, city, language, and people. That's how my life began. First Time seeing an airplane my thoughts where do they have cartoons, and how will I play on the airplane. So many questions, I wanted to ask but I remained quite. I was scared, worried, happy, sad so many feelings at once. But hey that's how my story will begin. When I moved to the US, I was scared and felt lost But all I wanted to do is build myself from the ground, because I was building my future. But with a great experience I was either going to make me or break me.

2014 my final year of high school, I honestly like school with the exception, of math, and this might come as a shock to a lot of people, but art. After three long years of school, I was incredibly happy, that I was a senior at Stamford High School, and I was on my way out the door, into a cap and gown and finally done, well at least for that chapter of my life. So when I received my student schedule for the school year I was excited, I only needed three out of seven classes to graduate, which where mathematics, English, and you probably guessed it art, but at that time I didn't realize that. In all honesty, I was only planning on doing the bare minimum to graduate, so by that logic, I was only going to attend math and English and then just figure out how to waste my time, but that's another story for a different day.

We have learned about a lot of material this semester, from babies, to parents, to aggression. Everything we have learned about this semester has been in a domain, either physical, cognitive or social-emotional. I quickly realized that each domain is somehow connected. All the material we learned about in class may not be directly related to each other, however, a topic from one domain likely has an impact on a topic from another. I have had a lot of awesome experiences at Tampa General Hospital throughout this semester and was able to connect material from class to real life situations. In the end, I figured out that many of the experiences I had all had some type of connection to this course.

I was born in the North Eastern United States during the latter half of the 1970’s. The product of loving, if unadventurous, parents. The surroundings of my home were a place of great enjoyment as a child, and by my fourth or fifth year of life, no place along the street of my home was off limits. The early eighties were quite different from today, and it was very common for the children that lived all along my subdivision to roam the outdoors at all hours. During this time, exploring and at play, I felt truly alive. Every experience was new: the smell of freshly cut grass, the sound a basketball made during a game of “hoops”, car rides in my

Some people like to take chances in order to learn something new. Other people like to stick with one specific activity they already exceed at doing. I agree with Emerson's statement that, "unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow." I agree with Emerson's statement because when faced with certain challenges, a person needs skills other than the ones he or she has already mastered and is comfortable with in order to overcome this challenge and grow as a person. I have had many experiences where I had to try something new if I wanted to grow. I was a competitive gymnast for almost ten years. In the U.S.A. Gymnastics system, a gymnast must obtain certain skills to move up to a higher level.