Personal Narrative: Thanksgiving And An Unfortunate Walk

“Good evening”, Cameron Joy Gaspord said to Resident A as she delivers their freshest made dinner to them.  This is a part of Cameron’s job; however, to Cameron, it is far more than a job. Cameron’s first day at Grace Point, over a year and a half ago, she was unsure of her job. Now a year and a half later Cameron knows every tiny detail from the seating chart to all the residents' names. Due to state laws, Cameron is not allowed to share the name of residents or any health complication.

The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and dad, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the rest of us to find entertainment of our own.

My Spiritual journey has the themes of tragedy and God’s reaffirming presences in my life. I help individuals in my ministry and context to remember, reassure, and/or inform that God is still with them either through spoken word, presences or other art forms during heartbreak.

“KEVIN...JOHN!”, I screamed as loud as I could, knowing well he won’t hear me. The snow was too thick. I was trapped and only my head was above the surface. Panic was setting in and I realized I may not make it out alive. Just to think two days ago I was having the time of my life with my best friends. It all began where there is no snow, in my home town of Tucson, Arizona. One week before the accident we had all still been in school, talking our mouths off about what will be doing for winter break. While everyone was bragging about some sunny beach on one side of the nation, we were talking about the powder coated slopes of freezing cold Colorado. We had always wanted to take a road trip together ever since we were

One day on a saturday morning, probable around 10 or 11 o’clock, I asked my dad if I could go to Speedy Park for the rest of the day with a couple of friends and he said, “sure, just be back by 11:00.” Speedy Park is a local amusement park that everyone loves to go to. It got its name because there’s so many fast and insanely steep rides, the founders of the park thought “What better name than Speedy, Speedy Park?” But anyways, around 12:00 I went to pick up Ron, Rick, Sane, short for Sanchelli, and Dave. They were like the only people i talked to in the neighborhood. So, after I picked them up we all walk down to the park, it was like a 30 to 40 minute walk. When we arrived, it felt as if it was the first time I’ve ever been there, even though we been here like 100 times. The smell of the funnel cakes and other scents in the air, and the sounds of happiness coming from every direction never gets old. So, we just start walking around, getting on rides and eating, you know having a good time like friends should. But soon, at around 5:30, something dramatic happens, all the laughter and talking and all the scents in the air stop, the roller coasters stop, and there’s

It was November of 2014 when my family and I were traveling to Payson, Arizona to visit my grandparents and celebrate Thanksgiving. My family is fairly small so it wasn't complicated to plan holiday events without much hassle. We arrived in the afternoon time a day before Thanksgiving. We decided to celebrate a day early with my mothers side of the family since the rest of our family resides in Phoenix. Usually, this time of year brings out the good in everyone. For instance, my grandma always feels inclined to share how much she thanks the Lord for all of us. When we arrived the ham had already been cooking in the oven for what I assume had been a few hours. Their house has always been warm and inviting, decorated with old western memorabilia. The first thing we did when we arrived was greet grandma and grandpa with hugs and kisses to the cheek. We don't get to see them as often as we all would like and these reunions are far and in-between, but sometimes the longer you wait for something special, the more increased your anticipation of the event is. To say that I was excited would be an understatement.

It was a very mild October day, on which the birds sang all the time and you never needed a jacket. I had just gotten out of school from which a bus drops me off at Santa Fe Middle School. Because it was such a pleasant day I had ridden my bike, a small Mongoose dirt bike which could go incredibly fast for it's size. So I went to the bike lock up and took it from the iron bars and began to ride it away on my usual path from the school. I crossed the sidewalk by the park as I always did and proceeded to get to the end of the block, I turned onto a street that lead down to the bike path. It was a very steep road that was about 100 feet long. As I went down I noticed the immense velocity I had picked up Which was average because the road was so

We were all packed to the fullest and could not carry and more it's like if we try to put one more thing in in will blow up and all of are stuff will be all over the place.Were going to start driving it will be a long but not forgotten memory. So we started the road trip to Yankton the lake with my family my mom,dad,2 brothers,sister,2 dogs and me with are boat, jet ski and camper trailing close behind us.we take like 2 breaks there and 2 breaks back.

Driving my sister every morning to school has always been an epic ride. We took off with blasting music and everyone would hear sweet voices singing. Within a snapshot, I made the first turn towards the school which was about four miles away filled with rolling slopes. The fact that we were running late and I was used to the road, I drove with deft and as fast as Usain Bolt. I had just finished breaking one of the steep slope when all of a sudden, I saw something lying on road. At the moment, the sweet singing in the car suddenly stopped and my sister instead and shouted, “stop! Stop!” I couldn’t see clearly but I think it was an animal. With the high speed down the slope, I couldn’t think of hitting the breaks it was as if the wagon has taken control of itself. Within no time, I swiveled the wheel to the right and immediately back to the left. I thought at first that I have managed to

As I said in my first entry, I have had two moments in my life where I was filled with immense and glorious joy. My first, was the day I wed my Henry in the June of 1836 when I was at the ripe age of 18. He was always an honest and hardworking man and never was there a moment that I believed him to be a fop, a spendthrift, or miser, all of whom I was told to avoid as potential suitors. I, being a well educated and poised young woman back then, had many marriage offers, but Henry’s proposal was the only one I accepted. He was truly the perfect husband, and I fall into a melancholia when I realize that never again will I be in his presence until we meet again in God’s Kingdom.

Thank you for your email, you have a lot going on in your life. I am sorry I don’t have nearly as much to write about. I just have my everyday stuff going on. We have quite a bit of snow already, I hope that is not a sign of what we will get this winter, I am already sick of winter. I saw you also had some cold weather and snow in Europe.

“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you” (1Thessalonians5-18).

On a shivering night, Ramon and I went for a walk in the woods. The Old House Woods in Virginia to be exact. While walking halfway in the woods, Ramon wanted to walk directly where all the trees are.

A week before this crazy night there was a party on main st in orange nj , everyone was talking about it. Full excitement going through my body while I’m getting dressed and waiting for my friends, which felt like time was constantly going in slow- mo. I was very inpatient couldn't wait even a second to get in the party enjoy myself , I haven't had fun in a long time. Finally a car engine and loud music parked in front of my house having a feeling that's them , a big smile came across my face when

A week before this crazy night there was a party on main st in orange nj , everyone was talking about it. Full excitement going through my body while I’m getting dressed and waiting for my friends, which felt like time was constantly going in slow- mo. I was very inpatient couldn't wait even a second to get in the party enjoy myself , I haven't had fun in a long time. Finally a car engine and loud music parked in front of my house having a feeling that's them , a big smile came across my face