Personal Narrative: Recovery And Lawsuit Summons

I remember it like it happened yesterday. It was a warm sunny day on October 27 2013, and we were driving to my sister Amy’s house in Kaukauna. We had to drop off a set of bunk beds at her house for my niece Mia. My dad, mom, my sister Anna, and I were all in one car, while my two brothers, Andrew and David, were in the Ford Ranger ahead of us. We were having fun in the car, talking, laughing and listening to music, until we came up on a yield sign. My brother Andrew proceeded through it first, when a black Envoy came speeding around the corner, too fast to slow down. When Andrew saw it coming he tried to swerve, but the car was going too fast, and it was too late. The car hit the truck,

There have been several life altering events in my life, but one that stands out is when I went with my parents to pick up my brother from school. It was a normal trip until we got back on the interstate after getting gas. Traffic came to an abrupt halt, and heads turned to see the cause. First we saw a motorcycle helmet laying on the side of the road. The plastic panel was broken, and the helmet itself was nearly in two. No less than half a mile up the road, you see an ambulance, a police car, and a firetruck all blocking off a small square. While driving by, we saw a pink skeet strewn over something on the side of the road. Upon closer inspection, I saw a bloodied hand and a large pool of blood sticking out from under the sheet. At that time I was 15, and I had just passed my driving permit exam. Similarly to Duncan, that event has stayed with me ever sense, and when I see someone on the interstate on a motorcycle, thats what I am reminded of. After an event so traumatic, you would assume the news would say something. After all, this person was someone’s child, maybe someone’s parent. I never saw anything to speak of this

I was in school when I got a news flash about a shooting near a bus stop. At lunchtime, I opened up the story and it read, “Teen killed on way to lake park bus stop”. However, it wasn’t the headline that hit me but rather the first line of the article which mentioned that a Palm Beach Gardens high school teen, Claverle Joseph, was the one that was killed on his way to the bus stop. I didn’t know how to react. I just froze; I couldn’t process the emotions that were swirling through my mind. This was the first time in my life that I dealt with a death that was personal to me. My Grandparents had died when I was too young to recount any experiences with them. It was difficult to comprehend that I would never see a kid that I had gotten to know so well over the last three years ever again. My family and I did what we could for his family in there grieving state and donated to help raise money for his funeral. Although his death came as a surprise, I knew there was something wrong before the incident occurred because he did not come out for the travel team that last year. This was strange because he truly loved the team and playing basketball. Following my suspicion, a couple days after his death, I found out that there had been a series of incidents, including a shooting one week before his death in which he had been shot in the hand. His family stated for the news that they had been living in fear of their son’s life for a while. I wish I could have done more for him because whether he knew it or not he did so much for my growth as a person on and off the court. His life and this experience taught me to truly value one’s own life and to never take anything for granted because it could all be erased in an instant. His death helped me understand that I need to be as compassionate and empathetic for everyone I meet because you will never comprehend what adversities and difficulties they face in their

For the interview portion of the career paper, I contacted three different attorneys that I know. As I am not quite familiar with any of the three, I sent them formal email requests to interview over the phone or by email. The first of my three prospective interviewees is Garret Murai, the husband of my Girl Scout Troop leader and an experienced construction attorney at Wendel Rosen Black & Dean LLP. The second attorney I chose to contact was my friend’s older sister, Hannah Yang, an attorney at the national law firm Polsinelli. Ms.Yang, who passed her bar exam in 2016, just began working at the firm in November 2016 in the Science and Technology Area. She ultimately declined to participate, but I thanked her for her time anyway.

I am writing in regards to the domestic violence charge I received October 8, 2016. First, I will begin by touching base on the events that occurred that night. I had received an acceptance letter from Clinton Technical School that I had been accepted to nursing school. Since I had gotten accepted I decided that I wanted to celebrate by going to a concert with a friend of mine.

I contacted with Chicago Law Clinic. Then they directed me to the National Immigration Justice Center. I know this place and other alternative places. I called them several times to make a free or reduced rate appointment. I also spoked with many people from different departments of Loyola. Unfortunately, they are busy or providing general help. I know many of their advice. I also know well asylum application process due to my personal research during the absence of an attorney for me. As a result, many free legal services are very limited and don’t provide specific help or advice! As a result, the best solution is to have an attorney. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford it now!

I closed my eyes real quick and opened them and I was in the hospital. All my friends and family were their surrounding me. When I looked down I had broken both of my legs when I was hit by the car.

I could hear muted sobs as friends and family members began lashing out in tears. Yet, I stood still as ever as memories with my best friend began flashing in my head. I was best friends with a girl who lived right next door to me since birth. We told secrets and laughed with one another since the day I can recall my earliest memory as a child. It was unfortunate to see it all come to an end now that she was gone. All I saw was her lifeless body slowly turning pale on a stretcher stationed on her living room floor. This was one of those moments that makes you question how quickly life can take an unexpected turn. I wasn't willing to accept that

That is where we put the whenever we are under way, that way they are not laying around, where they are on the floor and keep them dry and people from stepping on them and everything else. So, I don’t know, the buoys are actually tied to a rope that are tied to the rails and she would have had to have been up against the rail to have gotten her foot caught on it, so I don’t know, I don’t know. They are actually fenders or bumpers, buoys are actually what is out in the water that marks the shallow water or no wake and something like that. So, it would have been, if it was one of our fenders from the boat, they are, like I say, they are tied to ropes that are fastened to the rail and we set them over the side when we pull up to a

I could have avoided all that trouble if only I had remembered to bring both sets of recovery chains, the 20-footer I always keep under the passenger seat next to my cherry air freshener wasn’t long enough to stretch its limbs across the freezing, deep snow. As I stare at the silver Nissan frontier buried up to its frame in snow and cinder I ponder the possible routes I may be able to crawl along; I need to traverse 30 feet to get close enough to the distressed street tires, screeching and melting the snow as the inexperienced driver attempts to outrace the impassible predicament like the Road Runner narrowly escaping the grips of Wile E Coyote. The absence of moonlight makes perfect circumstances to admire the thousands of stars stretched

Your insured Junnifer Ingle caused an accident by acting negligent while driving and not paying attention to the road sign warning of the severe curve ahead. As a result of her actions that were the direct cause of my injuries. Your insured inability to operate her car safely inflicted daily pain and suffering to me and at my age has made me more susceptible to injury. Your insured has had several accidents and driving citations for excessive speed and not being able to control her vehicle. Since your insured breached her duty to obey and follow rules of the road to be careful when encountering anyone they meet on the road , persons in other vehicles ignored her duty of reasonable care and instead was negligent and has violated her duty

I used to watch the news and hear about people involved in car wrecks every day. The thing is, I never could have imagined it could happen to me or worse, someone who meant a lot to me. My father, David Stewart on October 8th had been on the opposite end of a car accident with a drunk driver. I don't remember much about that tragic day. I do remember family members rushing into our house to comfort each other and not yet understanding why. Before the night had ended my older sister had gave me the news. I was only in the third grade, how was an eight year old expected to process news like that? That night I laid in my bed, wiping away endless tears of concern and confusion. I prayed countless times that night. With prayers of hope that my

My initial goal was to serve my community as a lawyer. I wanted to closely study the law to defend marginalized people and help them find justice. While I worked as a paralegal, I discovered that justice was easily accessible for some, not all. I witnessed different clients of our law firm with the same criminal background and offense receive unequal sentences. My time in the courtroom and correctional facility provided me with vital leadership skills that taught me how to carefully observe, actively listen, and ask intentional questions. I observed countless jail sentences that gave some people hope and a second chance while giving others a lifetime label as a “criminal.” I listened to countless “criminals” share about what led them to jail.

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

Life is unpredictable and an accident can happen anytime. on our way back home from church my dad was driving a black 2012 Toyota Highlander, which is a family car that seven people can ride in it. My younger brother, Taw Nay Gay, and I were sitting on the seat behind the driver seat by the door. My other two younger brothers, Gay Nay Soe and Soe K Maw, sat in the seat behind me, and my mom sat in the front passenger seat. For the first time a nineteen year old girl like me started to believe that I had a reason to live and my life could be taken away anytime. This happened on October first 2017, 7:30 pm when we got into a car accident by the traffic lights intersection. Three cars were damaged, but everyone in the cars were fine.