Personal Narrative: The Jaws Of Life

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.

This little scene was written as a response to a fanfic meme where NN wished for a scene with the Master, River Song and spanking and FF River Song and something kinky. In effect this is a missing scene from Sliding Down the Razorblades of Life and follows directly after the second chapter, Mid-Term. However, you don’t have to read the fic, just keep in mind that the Master has just told River that if she slaps him one more time she will get a good spanking. Guess what her response to that is?

Some people say money is the root of all evil. I didn’t see it that way. All I saw was a simple task and a big prize. Well, at least I thought it would be easy.

After seeing the monster I was I had got my answer to my question, that had been haunting me for as long as I could remember.When saw the monster I was, i had a new question that I was determined to find the answers to.Who am I and who had created this monster I see.

I was wandering in the mall recently , aimlessly as some of us do, basically waisting time. In my travels I came across a kiosk that sold various cellphones, chargers, and other accessories. The young man behind the counter asked if I needed any help, I answered as most of us do with a "no, I'm just looking."

“Which way is it?” My desperate question receives a few muttered answers, but my brain lacks the ability to acknowledge them, as my fever prevents me from thinking clearly. The daylight wanes as each precious second passes by, making my hope of survival slowly diminish.

I was a flightless bird trapped in a cage, wings clipped and song subdued. I had no distinct purpose, nor was I understood. Home was a prison, not for the insane, but definitely for the emotionally abused. My voice was constantly being shut out; only the people who wanted to hear my words were listening. Despite the words wishing to come out, I found myself unable to speak them. Regardless, I found myself in a place of understanding, of hope, and of insight. My mother was the light that guided me through the endless darkness. Only when she was gone, did I truly find my voice again.

"If you find something really great, don't screw it up, don't mess it up, but hang onto it. You never know how and when it ends." This quote of Stana Katic's is so simple and so clear that the deeper meaning slips by people. I; however, have spent so long contemplating its meaning and how it applies to my life.

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

The sounds of sixteen children screaming and laughing. Paper money flying, the teacher making no effort to stop the commotion. Everyone smiling having a great time. Many teachers go by curriculum, but only a few take the curriculum to new places. Although some teachers have strict rules, my third grade teacher, Mrs. Rifenbark, was fun and creative, and she taught be many things that I would use for school years to come.

Was he dead or alive? Did the helicopter land safely? What happened to him? I knew that we left on really good terms, but will I truly get to say goodbye. Was this the day that he will leave me. I rushed to get ready to go, to the place that could be the best place to be or the worst, all at the same time. I could smell this place, feel it in the air. It will either be peaceful or the worst place I will ever go. I will know in one hour. I might never see him again, or will I. One hour.

“Space. The final frontier.” These four words have played over in my head since I was young. Waking up during what felt like the middle of the night and making my way down the dark stairs that were almost still too big for my stubby, little legs. Nothing in particular woke me up that night that I can remember. The faint pitter patter of the rain against my window, or the rustling of a cat making themselves comfortable at the foot of my bed. Nevertheless, my restless imaginative self was now wide awake.

Life is full of experiences that challenges us to use our skills differently in order to make the best of it. Some would say that collaborating and interacting with others that have different beliefs or opinions as yours is great experience. Although how is one to react when there is no other way out other than collaborating in order to make themselves comfortable. The use of one’s soft skills is the test that some would fail but it is how you perceive the situation and what someone choses to do with the opportunity at hand. Also it depicts how you will later handle other things in life.

Citizen. The word automatically arouses thoughts of nationality and quite frankly, politics. However, could the word not also be applied to the organizations, teams, and families that we pledge allegiance to as well as our country? I believe that the pledges, connections, and commitments that we make personally, the things we truly put most of our time and effort into, are where a deeper citizenship lies. Undoubtedly, most hold devotion to their country, but how much greater is one’s devotion to his partnerships. I consider myself a citizen to quite a few organizations that I am fully committed to, such as dance. I believe that in many aspects of people’s lives they are more than just a part of something; they are a citizen to it.

“Count down from ten, and soon you’ll be asleep. We’ll wake you up when the operation is over,” a common phrase from any anesthesiologist. Anesthesiology is a very big field in the world of medicine, and few know about it. From pain management, to full surgical procedures, looking back at anesthesia has shown many advancements in the medical field. Over the years, anesthetics have made some vast improvements. It is essential to know what an anesthesiologist is, the history of anesthetics, and how to become one. This is in part to understand how an anesthesiologist impacts the medical field and why one may want to become one.