Personal Narrative: Ten Survivors

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.

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.

am beset {long pause} How long will I let the pain and loss define my life? An enduring struggle of loss and gain A monumental achievement through the tangles of deeds But is left alone with silent words

My feet pound the track. I take deep breaths and pump my arms in rhythm with my steps. My muscles ache but my mind is focused, I am in the zone and I feel invincible, moving faster than ever before. Run, rest, repeat. The cycle of intervals in the workout let me just tune out and push myself. The only problem is, as I run each interval I feel a nagging pain in my leg. The pain slowly increases until I realize the worst: I might be injured.

Junior year was pretty much back to normal. I was now accustomed to the new people, new faces, new teachers, and new surroundings. I really enjoyed taking my second year of chemistry, precalculus and biology while I did not enjoy American Cultural Studies. I am more of a science/math person, not so much history and english and two straight hours about history was not exactly what I looked forward to every morning. I got through it though and enjoyed after school more.

Of the year 1975, within Philadelphia, the champ become victorious, knocking out my hopes, dreams, and memory. That moment had played about a thousand times in my head, giving me guilt of not trying hard enough. Both me and my pockets were empty, with and exeption of a rusty old dime. Ignoring these shameful incidents, I have accepted reality and truth to conclude the fight is not only during the match. I have risen up from the dark pit to grasp the glory within the rings. Of tomorrow, that positive feeling has caused me to run to the boxing gym of the early morning. Despite the anger and pain, I fought overnight with sweat dripping down my face as I slowly rose out of my unwanted

My program is a finals week survival plan that’s themed a zombie survival plan to make the fun and to attract students. The program will focus on teaching relaxation techniques, time-management skills, study skills and going over where study areas are on campus which the students will incorporate into their plan for finals’ week.

HI I am Anthiny and I am 27 years old. And today I am going to tell you my survival story.

I turn my alarm off for the sixth time before I finally glance at the clock. It's 5:45 A.M. I overslept. I rush to shower, get dressed, and brush my teeth. Then expertly apply concealer in an effort to hide the bags under my eyes. There's not enough time left for me to eat breakfast or blow dry my hair so I grab a to-go shake -the same as yesterday- and throw my hair into a bun. It's 6:30 and I'm standing at the foot of my driveway using my phone as a flashlight since the moon can't light my path because it's hidden behind the clouds. Eventually the bus pulls up and I sit through the same tired silence as the week before.

A trait that can be considered an achievement would be my ability to persevere, as a survivor. My sister, Leanne, spent a majority of her life in and out of hospitals due to a genetic anomaly. Even with knowledge of the gravity of the situation, her death came as a great shock to me. She moved back to Canada with my mother, after my parents’ divorce, so my time with her became limited. One month after my son Jacob was born I planned an introductory visit to his aunt Leanne for the first time. However, three days earlier I received the phone call to forever change my world. Eight years later I found myself fighting for my son’s life. Jacob complained of physical ailments, however, doctors deemed me a hysterical mother and dismissed them.

Throughout my life, I have had to overcome multiple adversities. For instance, in middle school, I struggled in a couple of my classes, specifically Language Arts. Even though I applied myself in this class, I was unable to achieve the “A” I desired by the end of the term. Instead, I earned a “C”: the lowest grade of my academic career. While this grade is by no means a complete failure, I was still disappointed in my performance. After this event, I decided that I needed to improve and take school more seriously. In the following school year, I became more organized by writing down any homework I had to complete in order to visualize what I had to accomplish. I was then able to make better use of my time and become more productive. I also

My struggle was when I hurt my wrist when I was 12. I was playing basketball at Spiece Fieldhouse for my SportOne team. We were playing a pool play game for a tournament on a Saturday and the tournament was on Sunday. I sprained my wrist falling on the floor.

Theres always going to be a time where someone needs help, courage, and support in

When you’re in a life or death situation the only thing you’re trying to do is

Today I'm talking a plane to south America to drop these packages off. Its calling for bad weather but the dumb pilot says, "it's okay I've done this a million times." He's cocky, he's young and looks about my age, I get on the plane and there's already problems, I don’t need to die today. I tell him "We can fly another day" "No were fine", man what's up with this guy he's in such a hurry. We take off and everything's fine so I nap and then BAM I wake up to the sounds of an alarm, the plane is crashing and there's the pilot swinging his head with his eyes closed I run up to him and tell him to control the plane and then he shoots forward hits his head on the controls, great just great I'm in a plane with a pilot that’s passed out and now he just hit the controls so now were really screwed. I run to the back of the plane and grab the life jackets and put one around him and myself. I can see the land coming into view and I'm freaking out, as I brace for impact I see the pilot and he's struggling, his ocean blue eyes bulging out of his head, and he's crying he's young around my age and I know he doesn’t want to die. I run to him and pull him off his seat and have him crouch down by me he's holding on to me and he's saying and yelling "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" We grab five