Personal Narrative: Regal Inn

My mother, frantic as she was, called the police to file a report on the truck driver that has put my life at a great risk as well as my father and sister. However, no response, to my knowledge, was given back. No call from them stating that they have found the driver or any other aspects to the investigation. It has become a forgotten memory even to the other members of my family; yet for me, I remember it and will never forget. Confusion overcame my fear in that moment as barrages of questions plagued my mind: Was that real? Could I have died? Would everything be over that quickly? Why hasn't justice been served? Why isn't this working out for me? These questions made me realize that such drastic changes in your plan of life, how small or large they are, will always have a lasting

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

On a cold winter, rainy night while driving from one duty station to the next was where my vehicle spun around, flipping, tossing and causing my life to unfold and facing a loss like no other. The turmoil of life hit me hard just from this single tragedy alone. My vehicle was totaled, I loss conscious and was rushed to the hospital. Never expected such an incident to occur so abruptly and rob me of all my self-worth. I’ve became someone, someone incapacitated, not able to function like I normally should.

The officer also was able to give the family some resources by letting them know about the services that their local Veterans Center officers. He also went back to visit them and brought brochures from the center for them to read. The officer said without taking the training it would not have had the peaceful ending that it did.

I parked my patrol car on the side of Roberts Road and exited the vehicle, and called out to Mr. Burnette “TB, come her for a minute”. After I advised Mr. Burnette to come over to where I was, Mr. Burnette turned and took off running towards the back side of the Hostess House. I gave chase, advising dispatch that Mr. Burnette was running. As I came to the rear of the

The road, or more appropriately, the path leading the town of Opal essentially consisted of dirt and jagged pebbles. Needless to say it wasn’t the most favored road amongst the neighbors, especially those with wagons as the wheels consisting of flimsier spokes would often break or create a hitch. I didn’t so much have an issue with taking the path, aside from the semi-agonizing distance, as I was wearing my work boots, but it was honestly still an eyesore. However, I enjoyed the views of both the left and right side of the path. They were both rolling hills coated with lush oceans of green, despite the recent frigid weather as they defied the norm associated with the winter season. It was truly transitioning into a beautiful day, allowing the

on the above date, time, at the above location, i assisted the hollywood police department’s streets crimes unit in a prostitution sting along the federal highway corridor, in reference to numerous complaints of prostitution and illegal narcotics sales. it should be noted officer delsalto was being utilized in an undercover capacity posing as a potential “prostitute” in the area of 700 block of south federal highway, which is located within the city off hollywood, county of broward, and state of florida.

My Glass Castle essay is a flashback to the beginning of my adventures in Honors English. As such, it is the most suitable candidate for revision, as I will be able to observe my hopefully positive progression made over the course of the entire school year.

Why had these thoughts embedded in me? I don’t know, but it about 45 minutes passed when I crossed Yonge Street. A couple of blocks ahead, to my right, I found “The Fox and Firkin Pub” and walked in. Just as in the dream, I sat down at the bar and asked for a pint of Buzz Amber Lager, but the one who attended me was a 2bot, as it had become common in most establishments and stable businesses. The 2bot was supposed to resemble a young affable and blonde young woman, but like all 2bots, I felt somewhat in a new frontier. Anyway, the 2bot did managed to be friendly with me—uncannily told me, “the night seems enormously white and blue,” and like everyone in the establishment and the crowded streets of Toronto I let myself be carried by normality,

During his shift working the 1996 summer Olympics Richard Jewell’s life would change forever. While on duty on July 27th Jewell noticed a suspicious bag under a bench and reported it to the Georgia Bureau of Investigations officer that was also working the event (Ostrow, 2000) Upon investigation 3 pipe bombs were discovered in the unattended bag and Jewell and other law enforcement officers began to clear people from the area surrounding the bombs (Olympic Bombing, n.d.). Because of Jewell and the other law enforcement officer’s efforts to get people out of the direct area around the bombs countless lives would be saved when they finally exploded. The total count of victims ended up being 1 fatality and 111 people injured from the blast (Ostrow, 2000). Directly after the events unfolded Jewell was interviewed and portrayed by media and news outlets as a hero hailed by NBC’s Katie Couric who said while interviewing him “You were in the right place at the right time and you did the right thing” (Ostrow, 2000).

In my essay I am going to compare things from the book Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet to events in my life. In the book on page 9 paragraph one it talks about how after Marty’s mother passed away Marty kept busy at college to avoid his dad and the reality of the situation. Marty only came back home for laundry and in asking his father for money which his dad always gave him because he felt awful. In my life I have known a lot of people that deal with death in this same way. They work a lot and keep themselves busy to avoid the life situation that’s really happening. In my opinion, this is not the best way to deal with grief because eventually it’s going to catch up with you.

Over my spring break I was lucky enough to get to go to Florida with my college baseball team and I got to see one if the most beautiful baseball stadiums in the US, JetBlue Park. I got to watch Florida Gulf Coast take on Florida State at JetBlue Park, which is used as a spring training field for the Boston Red Sox. My initial thought of the field is it’s almost exactly like Fenway Park with the same field layout, the big green monster in left field. Which surprised me because this was only a spring training field, very few games will be played or broadcasted here. This ballpark was unexpectedly nice and an experience I will never forget.

I entered the 16th District Jefferson Park Police Station through a revolving door made of a metal binding and plexiglass. The entire front wall of the station was constructed of plexiglass with large metal propellers. There was a high leveled desk that went from the west to the east wing of the lobby. The elevated desk was made out of a hard plastic with a concrete foundation and had flyers arrayed across it about public safety for Chicagoans. There were four officers (three male, one female) sitting at the elevated desks wearing “blue-collared” button up shirts with brass name tag on the left of the shirt and a star on the right. The officers also had a white embrium written, “Chicago” on the left shoulder of their shirt and had dark

The sheriff’s office was called to deal with me. I believe the deputy who responded was God’s warrior

My uncle picked me up and I left the place I grew up. I left my family, my friends, and my two dogs and moved to Colorado to live with my dad and his family. This affected me terribly because my grades dropped. If it wasn’t for my first year in Paramount and taking Game Development at Warren Tech, I would’ve had less than a 2.667 GPA. During this whole time, I isolated myself and stayed in my room, playing video games as an escape. I met my two best friends during this time, John and Triston who kept my head up during my many breakdowns. Thank god for my Dad because he kept trying to get me out of my shell for the 3 years I was in high school. By the time I finally started accepting what happened, I graduated high school. I didn’t know what