Personal Narrative: Overcoming The Creature

Go back to a time, when smart phones, and laptop were as thick history textbooks. To a time when a whole gallon of gas cost a little more than a dollar. The year is 1998 and in this year I was born. I was given to a very loving mother and father, that with their extraordinary love gave me the unextraordinary name of David. I grew up in the wonderful city of El Paso, Texas.

I believe in my dog. I believe that she is way more than just a standard classified pet. How could she just be some domesticated dog? There’s no way; Bella is too understanding to be categorized as a pet or even a domesticated dog.

After seeing the monster I was I had got my answer to my question, that had been haunting me for as long as I could remember.When saw the monster I was, i had a new question that I was determined to find the answers to.Who am I and who had created this monster I see.

I remember waking up everyday to my brothers voice as if the sound of it was an alarm clock going off everyday when i heard it i knew the day was starting. We had something new to do everyday whether it be us being lazy all day and staying inside or go outside and be the young reckless boys we should be. With him there was never a dull moment it was always constant smiling and happiness throughout the years we grew closer had the same interests he was my best friend. We had our ups and downs as does everyone but we always found a way to come back together and make the situations right again. We as brothers went through alot together throughout our younger years from moving to another state, into new schools with new people. We both fit in fine

Waking up in the morning going to school was a normal everyday thing, just a normal day of life for a 7th grader. I finally arrived home; it was confusing seeing my dad’s car home. It was silent you could hear a pen hit the floor. I go up stairs to see my dad past out on the floor. I froze, and I run towards my dad hoping he was sleeping. When I’m sitting in front of him his breathing was shallow. I try to wake him up, but at first he does not move and then I see his eyes open. I scramble, and try to find my phone to call the police. The lady on the phone ask many so questions in such a short period I could think of the words to answer. After I hang up there is another long silence. Then I hear a siren getting louder and louder as it pulls

The poem below is a byproduct of an early fall Friday morning spent relaxing outside of Hendershot's Coffee. While I sipped on my dark roast coffee, I witness many homeless gentlemen and women passing along on Prince Ave. After living in Augusta, Ga for ten years and participating in a church in the dead center of downtown, I was familiar with the homeless and usually never thought much into the subject. My mentality changed when a grey breaded man with his face tan from the long hours in the sun walked passed me. I had never experienced such a disclosure of sadness radiate off a human being. And as he swiftly escaped from my view, the name Tim resided in my mind from the name tag on the right breast pocket of his shirt. My poem The Evolution

The minister is currently looking for a new place for the church to be located in. He shared, "I found several places near my house, one was 10 minutes away from the current church location by car."The minister has been searching for 2 months diligently for this new home for the body of believers in Denver. Pastor Thomas will be registered soon at OU, but currently he isn't. "Now things are quite busy here. I will pray about that, and when My co-worker returns from Dover for Kbers training, I will have more help at the church." Shared the Pastor.

Even though the man was rejected, he was still strong and expressed his

Rejected, the feeling when you can’t make a friend, the one feeling that you can’t escape. Like a shadow, it follows you wherever you go and you can’t escape it. Everyone faces rejection in their life, whether it is for baseball or volleyball, track or football. The way I have faced rejection is by getting dumped by my friend Owen.

I was a flightless bird trapped in a cage, wings clipped and song subdued. I had no distinct purpose, nor was I understood. Home was a prison, not for the insane, but definitely for the emotionally abused. My voice was constantly being shut out; only the people who wanted to hear my words were listening. Despite the words wishing to come out, I found myself unable to speak them. Regardless, I found myself in a place of understanding, of hope, and of insight. My mother was the light that guided me through the endless darkness. Only when she was gone, did I truly find my voice again.

In the world we live we diy everything we believe in we can see and the only thing that exist are human well that's not one hundred percent true you see for people they don't what to believe that there somthing out there that is more powerful than them but you see there's a whole new world that human don't even know about and we like it that way but hey we're getting there but at this point you're probably wondering who is this crazy girl well i'm lexi but and i'm about 5’6 with long all the way passed my but red hare and not bright red like a dark red i have icey sole piercing eyes and i'm an agale and no not from heaven you see i'm a gradin well a garden in training but we have wings like an angel but are job is to keep all the supernatural

Waking up at five in the morning is not enjoyable for most fourteen-year-olds, but for seven months, I gladly rose to the squabble of chickens who wanted their morning meal. I grew up as the youngest, with two older sisters whom I idolized. Because of my siblings, I was automatically deemed childish and had little responsibility given to me. Arriving as a surprise christmas gift, thirteen two-day-old chicks left me speechless when they appeared at my house. I was thrown head first into guardianship and had real responsibility for the first time in my life as I became the sole caretaker of thirteen chicks.

Overconfidence was my greatest enemy. Each unwise choice that I had made was rooted in overestimation in my own abilities. I believed I could balance the things I could not, I refused to seek out a plan B until my final rejection, furthermore, I did not heed the advice that was given to me to avoid this situation. The most positive thing that arose from the rejection is that I was brought back down to earth, and I hit it hard, it was very humbling.

When a person experiences rejection three parts of their brain activate. First there is the rewards system part, which is often link with the things that humans desire and want. Secondly the calculation gain/ loses region, is also involved which helps with deciding risk and rewards and if things you should be worked for or not. Then lastly there is the deep attachment to another individual region which I heighten in activity.

I maybe rejected a lot of times but I don’t see and accept it as rejection itself. Rather, I received it as a guide on how I will make improvement in driving my motivation towards my studies and as well as my goals in life. It strikes my attention when the speaker told those words because I started to realized that I could choose whether I will just improve what I’m doing whenever I failed and got rejected or I could start all over again and make a new beginning. The heaviness of being successful was placed by the lightness of being a beginner