Personal Narrative: Simulations

I was born on April 30th, 1981, in the small city of El Progreso, Honduras. Honduras is a country located in Central America. I regret that I don’t have many memories of my childhood, but I do have one fond memory. I remember my next-door neighbor would grow chickens. He had an incubator that he used to hatch baby chickens and I would play with them. I believe I had a good childhood growing up in Honduras, however, everything changed at the age of five. At the age of five I began having complications with my breathing and after a while my mother decided to take me to the hospital. The doctor’s discovered that I had a benign tumor between my lungs. My mother often tells me the memories of the events that transpired next: visiting hospitals in El Salvador, buying medicine from “herbal doctors,” and

Like everyone else, I was very nervous for my first simulation experience mostly because I wasn’t sure what to expect. Before the simulation started my partner agreed he would focus on administering medications and that I would focus on doing the assessment and helping with whatever else the patient needed at that time. After talking to the patient for a little, we discovered that he was having difficulty breathing. What we did first was elevated the head of the bed. He said he was still having trouble, so I ensured his nasal cannula was working properly and asked him to do some deep breathing exercises with me. That still wasn’t helping so I knew that albuterol, a fast-acting bronchodilator, would need to be administered before any other med.

My role in the simulation activity was a homeless male with a 8 year old son. I felt overwhelmed being homeless. I had nothing to work with no money, no bus passes. I ended up asking others around me for help. Thankfully, I found a retired gentle man who gave me his last $10, which I was able to use to purchase bus passes. The good thing was my child could go to school, eat breakfast, and lunch. I learned that others are why more resourceful than I am. Others were stealing and they were able to get ahead. I tried to do things the “right” way and I was still in the same place when the stimulation ended.

The problem with this scenario is that I am engaged in too many activities, where the responsibilities lay solely upon me. I must seek a solution to the issues I face where my life isn’t so stressful to the point of affecting my health. I have recognized and noted the circumstances in my life that require evaluation. I wasn’t sure how I would overcome this dilemma, but an author once said “I firmly believe that our own minds are the greatest tool we have to achieve anything we want.”

Scenarios were a bit disjointed due to joining a group for recorded patrol and live stream. I will try my best to summarize the events that took places. They are not attached to any story.

One beautiful, sunny day, I was riding my bike in the backyard of my house. The supporting wheels of my bike made a pitiful noise. So I wanted to ride my bike without supporting wheels for two reasons. The first reason was off course that the supporting wheels made a terrible noise. The other reason was that all my friends could ride their bikes without supporting wheels.

I am ready to step into the place that God has placed in my heart. About ten years ago, I sought the Lord to direct my life. He answered one day and all I heard was “counselor” in my head. It echoed in my head as like a man standing on a mountain top calling in the wind. At the time I heard this, I wasn't ready for the task… There were so many things from my past that were still holding me captive. I had to let go and let God; but the distractions of the world, and fear of failure were too strong for me to fully begin to walk in God’s calling for me. At the age of seven I was molested. It was a hard and confusing time for me. It was a time where a young child should be playing, and simply just enjoying growing up. I felt like there was nowhere to turn for help or the understanding of those emotions.

I felt nervous when the speaker walking into the classroom. Although a couple of my classmates and I had some role play practice before the actual simulation, it was a different experience from what I expected. I felt there was a lack of flow in my interaction although I had tried a few open ended questions. On one hand, I wanted to get more information from her; on the other hand, I was worried about if I was using the right question without making her feel she was being judged or offended. I also realized how important making a good rapport is.

You how easy it is to be real. Of course, you do. I was always real and honest before but then I turned stupid and you got hurt as a result. I'm terribly sorry for that. Believe it or not, I am being completely real and honest, loyal, faithful, unselfish, respectful, and considerate. You probably think I'm lying but I feel so much better about myself knowing that I'm not lying. There is really no point in doing the dumb things I did. Although I didn't feel right doing it, feeling guilty, I still did it. That is a really bad thing. Ignoring my own gut messed a lot of things up. During our first 8 months, I never made you cry because of someone else in our picture, I was a good person then. It is not too late to be that way again, though. I've

I wanted to start a business. Sitting in my windowless basement office, across the hall from my state-of-the-art quantum physics laser lab, I decided I was going to start selling my services as a professional mentalist and hypnotist.

At the start of my last year in middle school, a transfer student from China who was unfamiliar with English mustered up all her courage, approached me, and introduced herself with the best English she could manage. This action would later on welcome me to witness her world of resilience. Her name was Amy, and throughout her journey through eighth grade, she faced a lot of adversity with peers around her. No matter how difficult the obstacle was, she had always pushed through with all her effort. This narrative will introduce the resilience that Amy portrayed throughout her first year of school in America.

It reminded me of home. My mother was always baking. The scent was practically ingrained in her clothes, giving off a soft, sweet scent. The fragrance embraced you, took over your soul.

I was at my grandpa's ranch. It was a nice, cool, breezy afternoon. My uncle and I had just finished our walk from our hunting trail. We didn't find anything but little birds. We arrived at the house and my Tia shouted to us from inside the house " Did y'all kill anything", we quickly replied "No". She was not upset or anything because we already had lunch which was barbecue.

What kind of clothes they wore, and what they talked like. Going down to the indians hut and I saw the indians clothes and some of them had fur on them and others were just leather. Putting on the leather ones and then the indian chief said “ go get weapons over there and catch a turkey”. The chief spoke english I was surprised he knew english. I went to the weapons and they had knives and spears. While looking for a turkey I looked around and other indians were following me. When we finally found a turkey we attacked it, it was hard to hit the turkey but we finally got

White ballroom dresses, suits and ties, extravagant ballroom dancing and tiny delicate plates of food. Blue and white balloons, glistening table cloths and intriguing live music varying from folk dancing to classical. A “fairy godmother”, large blow-up pumpkins meant to be carriages and around 50 five year old children including the beaming birthday girl, me. Innocently and gleefully dancing around the room, my glowing smile is unable to leave my face. I am surrounded by family and friends and as I move I am so lighthearted it is like I am floating. I approach my cake that towers way beyond my height, and my father lifts me up so I can blow out the sparkling blue candle.