Personal Narrative: My Son's Closing Statement

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.

The loss of my younger brother changed my life in ways that I couldn't have imagined at the time of his death, but I was bombarded with so many emotions and undertakings that deeply impaired my thought process.

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

Maybe I was too little, or maybe I was too short, but either way I did not make the jump. In the second grade I was your average eight year old, who always wore her hair in ponytails, and enjoyed playing tag at recess. One day I saw the fifth graders on the monkey bars at recess doing something I had never seen before, they were jumping to the fourth bar. I waited untill Kids Inc. that day to try the jump, but it was no use I was acting like a scared baby.

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

My interviewee is a second generation immigrant with one parent who was born in El Salvador and the other who has Mexican roots but was born in the United States. For the purposes of confidentiality my interviewee will be addressed as Ana from here on out. In this interview paper I will discuss the experiences that Ana faced growing up in a tri-racial household. I will also evaluate her experiences regarding assimilation to the lectures and reading assigned through out this course.

Initially, Carlos (aka Charlie) was court ordered for treatment to explore his issues with substance abuse, when he was arrested for driving while intoxicated. During subsequent sessions, Charlie spoke of his early childhood struggles with being accepted by his family and his rebellious behaviors. Currently, Charlie still explores his issues with his self-esteem while he blames others for the way he feels about himself. However, Charlie had expressed feelings of anger towards those around him including his girlfriends, ex-wives, manager, directors, and co-workers proclaiming them all as losers and himself as a “Winner!” He has commented to reporters that he has no anger issues and it is everyone else’s problem with the way he acts not his,

TOUCHDOWN!!!!! That's all I heard as I laid there back first on the cold pointy turf. It was a warm Sunday night. Like any other Sunday I had my football game. But that day was not like any other day. This day.This game was not like any ordinary game for the Falcons football team, and Austin Hembd a 13 year old football player. We were down by 4 points one touchdown and we could win. During the 4th quarter there were only 5 seconds left on the clock. Enough time for one play. I get to the line and start to call my cadence, my face is dripping with sweat, my heart is racing. Within a second my eyes narrow and I hear nothing. I yelled hike. The play was supposed to be a deep pass, we are about 40 yards away from the end zone, but everyone is covered so all I can do is take

The patient I completed my family health assessment on is a 34 years-old African American (black) female that is Gravida 6 Para 6. Her primary language spoken is English. She has a history of five vaginal deliveries and one cesarean section. This delivery was a vaginal birth after cesarean (VBAC) with spontaneous rupture of membranes while at home. Initial progression of labor was slow until stimulation of nipples via breast pump and low, slow dosing of Pitocin.

Am I my brother’s keeper? I have continuously asked myself this question since I was a child. My understanding of the question continues to grow, as I get older and wiser. In my opinion, people are more inclined to develop thoughts about their legacies as they age. My case is no different. When I have the time to meditate and just think, I often wonder about it. How will others remember me? How did I affect the world? These questions, along with a burning desire to heal (in any capacity whether it is spiritual, physical or mental), have strongly influenced my decision to become a cardiologist. I believe that my disadvantaged upbringing, uniqueness, and desire to see change in deprived communities will help me achieve my dream: making a difference as a cardiologist.

When i was a kid i used to get in so much trouble my parents wanted to give up on me. I was in and out of juvenile. I was ignorant i didn't care about no ones feelings. One day i was sitting inside the house and my probation officer came over. My big brother was heading out the door when my mom told him do not get into any trouble. As soon as he went outside he got locked up. What happened was he was with a group of guys who robbed a lady but he was the only one who got caught. He was given 2 years in juvenile.

Supposed I was to actually manage “The Children Are Our Future,” I would need to put the skills I have now that would help me in the Human Services profession to use, but I would also need to develop more skills. The set of skills I have now that would help me manage the created program from earlier in this essay, is that I am a very good observer. In this field of work being a good observer is very important because children will tell you something but their body language will say otherwise, so you would have to pay attention to what they say and how they react when they say certain things. Another skill I have is that I am very empathetic, and dealing with children who will most likely been through a lot, I will have to use that ability to

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.

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

Losing a father sounds like a tragic event, but it’s even more impossible when it happens to you. I don’t remember much about my dad’s appearance, just that he had jet black hair and eyes. I always saw him as kind and caring. My mom and dad split when I was 5, and she moved us away from him. He was always caught up in drinking and doing drugs, but he was always loving to my siblings and I. He was homeless and I spent years not thinking about him, but when he died, everything changed. Losing my dad, no matter how involved he was in my life, made me realize how quickly life can change.