Personal Narrative : Personal Essay

I was ten, the most terrifying event I had been through was riding the little dragon roller coaster at the fair, but that night changed it all. The fear that started in my head spread like wildfire to the rest of my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes. My heart was racing so fast that it could have beat Usain Bolt in a 100m dash. Stop, drop and roll, three steps that should have come naturally, but instead I froze, looked down at my yellow and black checkered flannel in complete terror, fearing for my life.

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

15 hospitalizations in the last 5 days have been reported in a tourist booming city along the coast of California. Many enter the hospital with swollen feet, coughing, fever, vomitting, uncontrolable muscle contractions, bruissing, and some even have their skin splitting open in random areas on their arms and legs.. Many autopsy results have shown a rare venom that is a trait to only one animal in the world throughout each of the patient’s blood.

After what seemed like an eternity of rigorous tests and dealing with the painful longing of wanting to hold a precious baby of my own in my arms, it happened; my dreams at long last came true. I was pregnant! But something happened; I felt my world come crashing down. The thought of bringing another life into this world terrified me.

The brain is 3.3 pounds, has 86 billion nerve cells, and makes up 2% of 100% of people. Though this organ belongs to all people, it is still unique to everyone. The decision made, emotions felt, and life that was lived can be held in the palms of a person's hand.

Today was the usual day at the base as one of the guards watched the show on the television. Nothing was showing up on the radar as men were looking at it for any sudden changes. Tristan Dimont, a private, was looking at the radars until he heard footsteps and got up to salute. The others soon got up to salute at the captain. He saw the captain walked towards him and looked at the radar. "Has anything changed?" the captain said towards the private as he looked at the radar. The private looked at the radar and said, "Nothing so far, sir." he quickly turned to the captain, "But, the radar did spot a couple Spanish ships earlier.".

There was a small group of friends Jim, Mark, Tom, Mary, and Jane. They were all going on a vacation to a cabin up in the Himalayan Mountains. Marks parents owned a cabin up there for many years and they decided to let the group stay for the weekend. All they had to do was promise to not do drugs and break stuff. This wouldn’t be a big deal since all of them were in their senior year of college and were honors students.

Plav, Montenegro is a small, poor village in Europe. It is the place where my parents were born and raised. Even though I was born in Brooklyn, New York, I feel I was raised in Plav, Montenegro, too. Growing up in America, where the culture and traditions are so different from that of Montenegro, I was faced with the obstacle of trying to become part of mainstream America while maintaining my own culture.

I was thrown into the lion’s den at a young age. When placed in this type of situation, you really only have 3 options, futilely attempt to escape, kill the lions and live off their flesh or adapt to the lion lifestyle, none of them being an easy task. Since I was so young, I didn’t possess the power to combat the lions single-handedly like Hercules did against the Nemean Lion and escape was impossible for an undeveloped body and mind. For years I’ve grown accustomed to the lions but they are not the humans I was once familiar with. It’s been a battle to understand this alien lifestyle as well as a mystery to why I was thrown into this den in the first place. Maybe I haven’t been clear with my scenario so how about I

I remember when I was four, my mother would sit with me on the tiled floor of our living room and she would teach me how to write my name. It was few days before my first day of school so she wants me to know the basics. She went on and continued to teach me how to count. “1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 5, 7…” I said and she stopped me. I don’t remember what happened or what she said after stopping me but I’m certain that is when my frustration with Math started. I thought I was stupid at it. It was horrible for a four-year old kid to be thinking that she’s stupid. But that’s why I worked hard. I did something about my weakness and got better; and even better when I started to love numbers.

My parents are Lori Wenthold and Randy Kerian, and I have one brother, Cody, who is 9. I have nine black, laying chickens, one dog, Butch, who is an eight year old white lab. I also have two cats, one outside and one inside, their names are Buddy and Mittens, and four fish. I have lived near Cresco for twelve years, but last Christmas I moved to a house near Protivin. I have many friends, we all get along, play sports, and hang out together.

You can fold anything into me and it’ll blend. I can write research papers and do group projects, not that I like either of them, but I can do them, without complaining. I can go watch Angus’s band play; I can play pick up ball with Dekalb. I can go to Target on Friday night with Brandy. I can live in Oak Prairie: I can live in the city. I can live here with you, Dad, in this wreck of a house, and I can live with Mom in her mansion that feels like a hotel. I can be your only son, and I can be a big brother. I can be with Angus; I can be with Brandy.

One of my my family stories is that one time we went to las Vegas so the day before we packed our bags and we were going to drive there but before I had to help my little brother pack his bags because he did not know what to pack and then in one in the morning we all woke up and got ready to drive there and the reason we left early is because it was a twelve hour drive and when we got there we were tired from just sitting and just doing nothing for the twelve hours and they wanted to go play and they couldn't go without me and I was tired but I had to go because they told on me.

In my father’s view, the foundation of good selling consisted of three building blocks: knowing that you are the product your customers really need to buy, creating relationships with your customers and letting the sales process flow from that bond, and finding the unique qualities within yourself that you can offer to help your customers. So far, his assignments had effectively opened my eyes to the first two building blocks; now it was time for me to learn about the third.

I was laid on my bed after I bade Ri a goodnight. I was pondering about anything and everything. Thousands of thoughts were racing inside my head. But the most important question among them was, whether I should sleep or not. After the events of that night, a peaceful sleep seemed like a distant memory. Getting sleep terrors every night was being stressful, both physically and mentally. It drained and strained me from inside every time. All the events of that night were still alive and fresh in my memory. Consequently, when I slept at night, these memories rewind and replay. I could still feel the igniting fire kissing my skin and scarring it. The smell of the burning blood was still fresh in my mind, as though I could still smell it