Personal Narrative: My Term Life Insurance

Advisor met with the client and brothers Elbert Parker (POA) and John Parker. Overall, from the meeting advisor saw several red flags he deemed as suspicious, he felt that Elbert Parker (POA) and John Parker, her brothers are trying to take advantage of Kate when she passes away by changing the beneficiary to themselves. With changing the beneficiary to Elbert & John they would each receive 50% of her 6915016 account. He felt John was nervous in talking to the advisor while Elbert was confident and directed Kate several times on how to fill out the change of beneficiary forms.

I’ve been pursuing my education for my entire adult life. As a young and working mother I tried to fit night classes into my hectic schedule but never seemed to be able to string together enough credits to make it seem like it was worth the time. Then some years back, I began working for an employer that had tuition reimbursement so I took advantage of that - only for a minute; unfortunately the following year they took reimbursement out of their benefits plan, and around that same time the school notified me that my old college credits had expired and wouldn’t be used toward my degree. Their ‘Life Credit Portfolio’ was an option, but just barely. I decided that my time had passed and I should focus on saving money for my children’s college, and retirement.

Finally he gave me a nod. “Good luck,” an odd few words to say farewell but it was better than nothing.

life is sort of like a huge football game. I believe this because to win a football game it takes diligence, dedication and motivation. This is often true in life and so for , you need to work vigorous at what you are doing, and love what you do. It takes dedication because you would like to be a perfectionist at what you're doing otherwise you can never get anyplace in life. It additionally takes motivation as a result of what you require to possess the state of mind to begin something, and follow through, time after time, to get it right, even if it’s something I may not wish to have to do.

The phone was ringing as I stepped into my house. My mother picked up the phone without realizing she would shortly be sent to her knees. She yelled for me to get into the car and we rushed into the hospital. As hectic as the situation felt, time seemed to pass by very slow in that car. We finally arrived to the hospital to find my father nervously talking to the doctor. I learned that my brother had been brutally beaten up by a couple of teenagers on his way home from school and, as a result, had lost most of his teeth.

By this document I, DANIELLE M. MOORE, of 13317 Wyngate Point, San Diego, California 92130, intend to create an advance health care directive under California Probate Code Section 4600 and following. This advance directive shall not be affected by my subsequent incapacity. All references herein to “my agent” refer to the agent acting at the pertinent time.

Please, oh please let the words come. I sit, and stare, and type, and I backspace. No one will like it. My work is crap. Crap, crap, crap. I crumple my paper watch it fall. The clock taunts with its ticking reminding me of all I want to forget. It creates a beat; a song. Poetic chords and dismal notes ring in my ears. But no, this is thought I should avoid. I am great- better than great. People will love this. Oh please, please, please let them love this. Will my legacy amount to nothing more than abysmal hope? This is the last time I think of it. Oh please don’t let me think of it. The blank page stares at me and I begin to write. One word, then another, then another, and another. You will never know what comes out onto the page until it is

I was denied access to health care after my Nurse Practitioner wrote up an order for my x-ray. I had stopped by the front office for patient registration, inquiring why I kept seeing the amount of my bill go up to the tunes of hundreds of dollars, even though I was clearly punctual in making my co-payments after each visit.

What I wanted on summer vacation made me end with a heavy debt on my shoulders. The debt that I haven?t paid off yet to my dad. Buying the PC was a good idea, but I messed it up myself. Last school holiday I had the bright idea to buy a PC, PCs are strong, easy to use, and reliable. I am a guy who wants to experience all fields of gaming, when some people like calm and relaxing games. Others might like driving, sports, strategy games, or some action. For me, I try all types of games, so to do that I have to get myself a PC, and what?s cheaper than building one yourself (at least what it?s normally like).

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

So I would like to point out I do work for a few different businesses in Southern Maine, but my job at the Cross Insurance Arena is slightly different. We are under new management which is overseen by Comcast Spectator which runs multiple venues throughout the country. And in the case of Cross Insurance Arena full time employees are told that, “The Cross Insurance Arena can’t afford employee parking,” therefore there’s always been a struggle to find a parking let alone pay for it.

Many people have left legacies from when they were alive. Some are good, and some are bad. Those people may not agree with what they have left behind, and some may be perfectly okay with theirs. For me, I would like to leave behind a legacy that shows my family that I was a good person. I would want them to know that I had good intentions for my life and that I wanted to do good for myself and others. In this essay, I will explain what I would like my legacy to be like.

The day, January 22, 2004, had been a whirlwind, to say the least. Waking up early that morning, now 27 weeks into my pregnancy, I had this nagging feeling there was no way I would go the full term. Not one member of my family had ever gone full term, so why should I be the first? That being said I wanted to be sure I did everything possible to go as close to full term as possible. So, I started my day with an 8 a.m. visit to my OB-GYN. There I had my blood pressure tested and weight taken followed by a short conversation with my doctor who assured me all was well and everything was on track.

“ I will and thank you!” I replied as I was getting out of the elevator. I turned around at the last second to see him give me a thumbs

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.