Personal Narrative: Stay Alive

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

Have you ever had something happen to you that made you think you couldn't do what you loved anymore? Well I have. I thought I would never be able to play the sport I loved, basketball, anymore. When I broke my arm in fourth grade in 2012 taught me to persevere,that you can do what you love no matter what, and no matter what bumps you hit in your life you can always come back better.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

As a one year old child when my parents first moved to Stump Tavern Road in 1959 when my father was stationed at McGuire AFB, I have seen the metamorphous of Jackson from a sleepy rural township into a suburban bedroom community. After college, I chose to return to Jackson and raise my Jewish family here for the same reasons so many choose it today; the quality of life, public school system, and aesthetics of the countryside. It is with this background I am writing to you today to applaud your courage and foresight and voice my full support of Ordinances #03-17 and #04-17 for a complete ban of dormitories in all residential and commercial zones. Unrestrained development is environmentally unsustainable and as the caretakers of this town

After much consideration my husband and I have decided that Michael will not longer be attending The Reason For Hope effective immediately. I welcome the chance to sit down and talk with you should you choose to discuss the situation. It was not easy to arrive at this decision but it has been a long time coming. We have been increasingly more uncomfortable with your program in recent months for the reasons below.

As I got in the border patrol truck to go and pick up Roberto I was wondering to myself if they were going to separate all of us or if they were going to deport us back to Mexico. I was really scared because maybe they were going to take me and Roberto to detention central and they were going to ask us what we are doing here and we wouldn't now if our parents would come for us. When we got to the detention center the guard told me to take a seat then when a I took a seat the guard stared to ask me questions that I didn't really understand what he was saying so I was trying my hardest to understand what he was saying the officer said "what are you guys doing here"

I’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.

From the first thought of my older brother starting to drive I was very doubtful of his abilities. He started a driving class to get his learner's permit in May, just after school ended. Though my doubt was great, he seemed to grasp all the concepts of driving, and when I ride with him, pretty well. And over the months I started to trust in him more, and trusted the education given to him by Greg, his driving instructor.

I've been fairly busy as of late. Notably, yesterday was a pretty interesting day. I'm not exactly feeling well, think I'm coming down with something. How often is it that a Jedi contracts a cold? Just not feeling as spry, I think. My stomach is churning as I type, something is missing, think I might have to take a reprieve sooner rather than later. Maybe I'll be gone for a cycle, maybe I'll be gone for a year. I don't know. I just know that I need to focus on other things. That's not the point of this entry, however.

He walks inside taking off his coat. I close the door after he walks inside. I follow him to the living room waiting for him to start talking, but instead he watches my movement as I went and sat on the opposite of him.

“I understand you, I ran away from my father’s death quite quickly to where I could not breath, I never thought it would happen so early, I mean, after all, I was only about 10 when he was saving other people from our apartment on fire.” Why don’t you hop in my Mustang, it’ll be a fun ride.” I joyously said.

One of the worst days of my life was Monday, February 23, a day that started like any other. After pressing snooze a few too many times I woke up rushing to get ready to make it to school, I wish I took my time to get ready a little slower and didn’t make it. Being a freshman the principal coming on the announcements during first period seemed like something normal, except now my heart stops dreading what he’s about to say when I hear “pardon the interruption.”

I am close with a girl named Hope; she is one of the most genuine people I have ever met in my life. People always judge her, because she tends to look mean, but people do not know her like I know her. Hope is shut off from people around her and has a lot of trust issues, but given her situation she has every right to be the way that she is. As much as Hope tries to make friends, or find people relatable to her, friendships always seem too shallow and typically do not last long. Hope is my best friend, and her story has captured me so much that I feel as though I’ve experienced it with her.

Life is a movie...each scene is that of preparation for the next. All things happen for a reason, and if I could go back and change any one event from my past, I wouldn’t because anything that has happened to me, good or bad, has molded me into the person I am today. I am proud of who I have become as well as I am proud of the things that I live by and live for. Not to say that I am perfect, nor will I ever be, but I will be the first to admit that. I haven’t lived much life, but I’ve lived enough to know what I want out of life and why I want those things. I’ve watched my family struggle, I know how it feels to come up short, and I know how it feels to triumph.