Personal Narrative: The Bush Pilot

On January 3, 2009 around 11:00 PM the phone rang with what I thought was exciting news about my newly born sister, Tristyn ,but quickly turned to horror. I could heard the fright in my dad's shaken voice as he told me Tristyn had to go into immediate heart surgery because she needed a stent to open up the blood flow to her heart. Being eight at the time the only thing I could think about was how she might not make it. My dad said to me “look after your sisters, and tell them nothing about the surgery”, which terrified me more than before. I knew I needed to be brave and take charge of the situations for my sisters. Bravery is something I learned for a situation I never knew would happen.

Four or Five years ago if you were to tell me that I would be confidently applying to the University of Miami I would have laughed. Through high school I did not give much effort and like most of my peers, thought that furthering my education was my only option. Nearing the end of my senior year I started realizing that no noteworthy university would even consider accepting someone like me. As the days ticked away, I applied to a nearby college with an incredibly high acceptance rate and found myself opening an acceptance letter a few weeks later.

Studying in a foreign country is an interesting experience of an individual lifetime. One tends to learn a number of things relating to ways of life in a foreign land. Social, political and economic values and aspects are usually different from one region to another. Therefore, through studying abroad one is able to learn different issues about another society such as gender and sexuality issues, social class and race/ethnicity issues. Having come from a developing country studying in the U.S.A has been a great experience personally. This paper will attempt to provide a reflection of my personal experience on studying in the U.S by comparing the history of Angola and the U.S.

Growing up in Ghana, I had heard a lot of things about the U.S. This was a country I had always wanted to visit; my prayer was answered when I got the opportunity to travel there. Arriving in a new environment came with many experiences. Adjusting with food, language and the weather was not easy. With the passage of time, however I have been able to0 adjust and fit it. This write-up therefore is to elaborate on my experiences since coming to U.S.

One of civil air patrol's motto's in the cadet program is "rise to the challenge". When I first joined shortly after my 12th birthday I had NO idea what that meant. BUT over time I've learned SO much about myself and my abilities despite my age. Like most cadets...I want to use MY TIME in civil air patrol to inspire and lead...BUT--most of all I want to offer my service....to my friends , my family and my community....

I am in need of a scholarship to attend the NYLF National Security program over the summer due to some financial and emotional problems. To begin, there are ten people who reside in my household. Despite the large amount of people, the space is very limited. For example, there are only three bedrooms and two bathrooms. We are financially struggling because my mother only works part time and my father doesn't work at all due to his mental health. My family is full of very expressive people. In other words, they like to fight a lot (even about small things). Over the years I've learned to stay quiet because of how I realized I could never win in these pointless arguments. I would consider my family to be broken because of how my grandfather

Recently, I hiked around Pilot Knob with my father and a friend. Though the view of the surrounding land was gorgeous, my attention was captivated by the knob itself. Staring upward in awe, I marveled at the unique rock structure. One area was rough and cracked from centuries of tree roots and ice expanding cracks. Another was polished smooth and curved from the wind. Reflecting back to that hike I realize that I am Pilot Knob. Over time I have been shaped and worn by various events, choices, and individuals. Some have polished my character and identity smooth. Others have chipped away at the outside. Over time a beautiful formation has emerged. Today, my thoughts and identity are formed through three aspects of my character and life, my inquisitive

It started when I was 12. When the clock changed from 1999 to 2000, numbers appeared over everyone’s heads. I didn’t bother to tell anyone about it because I’d seen enough movies to know no one would believe me. I couldn’t ever see my own number, not in photographs or mirrors. My mother was a three and my father was a two. It took me three years to figure out what the numbers meant.

Twenty-One Pilots are the first act to top pop songs and alternative songs. Back in February 21 of 2017 was one of the best days of my life. That date was when I went to my favorite band’s concert in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I will never forget that date, it took place at the BOK Center were many artists go to perform. My mom and I went, my dad also but he didn’t go to the concert. I got two tickets because I thought one of my friends could go with me but they could not afford it. All the money we spent that week was worth it I do not regret anything.

In the city that never sleeps, silence fell upon the people. A memorial covered with flowers was transfigured from the steeple. Standing still, staring in complete disbelief, Our hearts were torn with instant grief.

America’s greatest gifts to my generation in my thoughts, are freedom, internet access, and jobs.These are only some of the things that this generation are available to.We have been given the opportunities that people would have wished to have.Even so, some people take those chances, and abuse them.Here is why I chose these three opportunities.

Entered inside the Pentagon today. ;) I met Sgt Major of the Army as he first mistakenly called me out and thought I was someone else, and as he was trying to crack open his own office. lol I had a nice conversation with him and the woman he was with. He shook my hand and said it was a pleasure to meet me. I feel truly

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! My eyes pop wide open as I roll over to disable my alarm. I let out a big yawn. It’s 4:00 a.m. and I’m up and at it again. There is nothing like a sweet routine to start the day. Each day we may have something set to do, but sometimes we might start one way and finish it a different way. Some routines you can’t make shortcuts. No matter how hard you try, you are going to do it in the same order each day. For example, being in security forces in the United States Air Force and being a Non-Commissioned Officer, I have assumed the duties of a Flight Chief. My job is to report each morning on time before my troop members, ensure I collect all pass-ons from the previous shift, and make sure my flight is taken care of properly. My day to day activities may differ than many, but it is a job that I take pride in.

Throughout my relatively short lifetime here on the real plane, I have held a great many titles and accomplishments. I have been the Supreme General of the Galactic Army, the omnipotent God of War, Dovakhin the Savior of Tamriel, and the mustachioed plumber perennially saving the Princess from the castle. I have seen the rise and fall of mighty empires, and heard the soul-rending cries of villagers crushed underfoot by a murderous mountain troll. I have felt the adulation of my citizens as I led to previously unknown heights of prosperity, and lamented as they fell victim to supernatural forces beyond my control. Together with my community I have assassinated kings, and taken so many lives as to make the most bloodthirsty dictator blush. We

Completing his checklist items the loadmaster gave the O.K. to the pilot, he gave a thumbs up to one of the crewmembers and the first of four turboprop engines started up. Even with earplugs I could hear the engines whine as it slowly turned into a low hum, three more added to the noise. The hum became more intense as we started to taxi out