Personal Narrative: My Oldest Son Bradley

My Father, Micah Nodine, is a nasty and cruel man. Someone that everyone loved. I loved him once. I was considered a “daddy’s girl.” He was my idol. Someone who comforted me while I drank my “special milk” on a Sunday evening. Someone who, when life was turned upside down and I was miles apart from, I could still call and he would be right there. When my father divorced my mother, I was three. It never really hit me until I grew older. The lies and heartaches began. He made huge mistakes—mistakes that affected me. Mistakes that I thought no man who called me his “daughter,” would ever do. He was someone who lied to make it seem like he was a better person. While at the same time, he was living a totally different life.

Being the oldest sibling you need to be more responsible. Needing to balance out the immaturity that your sibling may have, and because they are not as mature as you are you need to be the “bigger” person and be more responsible and take on the responsibilities of a mature older sibling. For instance, I was in the car with my two younger siblings. I’m sitting in the front seat while they are in the back. My younger brother started to kick my chair. When I ask him to stop he began to mimic me. Now being the oldest out of the two I had to be mature and handled the situations maturely. For one thing, I had to set a good example for my brother who is also setting an example for my younger sister, so that would mean that I’m dealing with setting an example for both my younger siblings not just my younger brother. Therefore, I didn’t turn around and mimic him back or yell at him.

My whole life I felt love, but never like the love I experienced three years when I walked in the Lawrence County Developmental Center. The LCDC is the special needs program for the student of East Lawrence and I was chosen to be an aide my sophomore year. Most of the kids could not speak, if they could speak they still had problems communicating. I felt like I had walked into a totally different world, and that made me want to spend every free moment in the LCDC. My three years with those kids taught me the most incredible lesson: your life is what you make it.

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

Beneficial and hellish is how I describe the transition into Jr. High school, my older sister Cindy was a year in ahead; I could not endure to stay behind. Demanding advancement, initiating testing with the principal and teachers, they agreed, transitioning into the eighth grade level will be beneficial, with an uncaring aptitude for education once I reached my goal. Established within is anger and arrogance, a perfect recipe to conjure up a harden personality. An arrogant bully with a stuck-up attitude is how others viewed the complexity of my presence, thoughts and assumptions were wrong, however, I was a bully, the kind who never bothered anyone unless they bothered me, resulting in war and I acknowledged it was not satisfying to give in

He specifically said during his closing statement that it was unfortunate that things were happening with my son's sports program that has taken me to this (looking into online programs), but I was looking for alternatives and that was all I could do right now. He thanked me and I thanked him for taking so much time to explain everything in detail. He said, "Thank you, it was my pleasure. You have a great weekend." He said goodbye and I did the same, call ended.

September 9, 2013 was a really hard day for me,The interns and I sitting at dinner 6:30 p.m. saw on the New York times that there was a train crash. We all scrubbed in and got ready for all of the ambulance’ to show up. When they got to KU Medical Hospital I felt a big rush in my body. I felt like I had to help everyone in need. I got a pregnant lady on a gurney and rushed her into an O.R. she could barely even talk she was in such shock. I turn around and something caught my eye, a man and a woman stuck together on a pole going through their torso. The Chief calls me over and says “Gray I need you over here, take them to an O.R and find Bailee”

Son dad is going to be gone for a while, so there are a few things that I always want to do while I'm gone.Make sure you finish your math and science homework when you have it.Please study for all test.Remember when you asked if I was going to be able to communicate with the Chinese people we have a translator that will help us communicate with them. Be respectful to others even if they disrespect you.If I don’t come back you will be mad/sad , but just keep me inside every minute of the day.If you are reading this now just remember you're in my heart.I know when my shuttle took fired up and took off that all you were thinking was please let this mission hurry up and be over.Do me a favor and help your mom with whatever they ask.

The absolute most important decision that I have made so far in life was to keep my son Dakota. Everybody was doubting me, everybody was telling me I wasn't fit to be a mother. My dad's mom said, "to give it up for adoption". She actually called him an it. I knew it was the right choice to keep him because he is my child, he is my son, I wouldn't give him up for the world. He is only five months old as I am writing this, and he has helped me grow so much. I am a better person because of him. He given me something that I haven't felt or seen in a long time, true happiness. My grandma that I was very close to, past away in 2011 due to an aneurysm in her abdomen. I hadn't believed in anything since she was taken from me. But when I found out that

It's been two weeks, since Jayden and I have were talking in the food court of the mall. We exchanged numbers and talk a lot. We have so much in common, but he is also a badboy. I don't know what I think about that at the moment, but I mean he is one of the sweetest guys ever. Tanner and Zoella are also really close, they have been on a couple of dates since then and they are goals.

When I was little, my brother, Kaleb and I fought all of the time. Every game of hide and go seek ended in tears, and every road trip involved mom and dad threatening to, “Pull the car over!” if we did not stop bickering. It was not until junior high when we finally started to get along. I guess we grew up a little and realized we needed each other. We were very close in age; in fact, Kaleb was just one year older than me. Therefore, we went through each year of school basically side by side. Junior high was tough for me because I did not necessarily like school, but I looked forward to going each day because I knew I could go down the hall and see my brother and all of his friends and be welcomed with open arms.

My husband and I started a family and built a house which comes with chores and responsibilities. Some feel like it is a wife duty to keep the household up while the husband works. Keep in mind this is just something older generations say. So I have married a wonderful man who is willing to make a compromise. Using strategic solutions a situation that requires interdependence is the game theory (Thomas & Maurice, 2010. p.513). The responsibilities we put on the table are lawn, daycare pick ups and drop offs, cleaning, laundry, dinner, and grocery shopping. The most responsible action that would give us both the solution we desire would be a dominated strategy (Thomas & Maurice, 2010, p.517). Of course, my husband dominate strategy would be to do all the

Dear Son, I just want you to know that. I’m going to space and that I’m going to be ok. When I get to space I am going to take a lot of pictures. I know that Aunt, Lisa and Timothy is going to watch you when I’m gone. I hope you have fun without me. Cause I won’t be back until two weeks are over. When you feel like you miss me look at this message. And if you need something call N.A.S.A. “Jason you better take care of mom and brother”. “We don’t want anything to happened to them”. “Be good Jason stay awesome”.

Two years ago there was a knock at my door. I remember I had cookies baking when they came. When I opened the door there were two men in uniforms and before they even spoke a word, I knew they had come to tell me my son was dead.

After having declined my offer, my mama gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead like she usually does and had thanked me for being so thoughtful. I even thought I had seen a little tear creep out from the corner of her eye, but I could’ve been mistaken about that.