Personal Narrative-The Life Of A Shell At The Beach Of Nicaragua

My parents have always raised me to be grateful for what I have. I live in a safe and wealthy town with a superior education system, I have amazing friends and family, a roof over my head, and proper food and clothing.

In the tip of Texas, I was raised in a small city called Port Isabel. The community was very placid. You rarely heard the police siren go off in the neighborhood, or anyone committing a crime. Port Isabel always host fun activities for the community. La Pachanga, Tree Lighting, Feast of Sharing, High School Band Concerts, Marathons Relays, and Parades are the fun events that the community gives to the cordial people in Port Isabel. The city was near a beautiful Paradise island. When temperatures would rise above 90 degrees, everyone will pack their swimsuits, and hit the beach because of the intense heat. Even the sun will wear sunglasses.

In this week’s narrative essay I will write about my experience as a child while visiting Sanibel Island, Florida. During the discovery process, I drew from my memory to create a list of topics relevant to the subject matter. My personal discovery process usually begins in the morning with coffee when I brainstorm the subject matter. I include my ideas in a word document, everything that comes to mind and naturally it’s out of logical order. Freewriting and some questioning are also utilized as I further consider both the subject matter and the audience who will eventually read my essay.

Imagine a time where you were at your lowest, a time in your life that nothing seemed to make

My father had cardiac problems. He used to Nicaragua. I was eleven when he suffered a stroke. Immediately my brother toke him to the hospital but there was not a cardiologist not a neurologist available. The only neurologist available was in Managua the capital which is approximately four hours away from Jinotega It was too late when we arrived to Managua he had passed away. Three hours later he started breathing .That was defiantly miracle. My father had an intestinal surgery two weeks after. Then he returned back to the U.S. My Father couldn’t move half of his body and he was losing weight. He saw the doctor and they found out that, Nicaraguan surgeon mistakenly left a small residue of a contaminated gauge in his body due to that my father

Early that morning I got up and got my things ready and headed to the airport. I met my new classmates from UCO and learn a little bit about them. We all shared what we would want to experience on this trip. I shared that I would want to be away from the tourist spots. The reason for that is that I feel I would see the real Nicaragua. I can talk to the people in the streets and learn their stories. And also eat authentic Nicaraguan food in smaller local

My family and I left for Panama city, Florida in June of 2011. The trip was so fun; we sang songs and laughed hysterically during the whole ride there. When we arrived we were all ready for the beach warm sand and it’s cool waves. We stayed at the beach until about nine and everyone prepared for dinner. Once everyone settled in we sat and ate dinner, as always the dinner was great with my family. Everyone talked about any and everything; we even cracked jokes on each other.

In the summer of 2011 when I was the age of thirteen, I reached the biggest milestone in my life; which was going to Nicaragua all by myself. I could remember the day when my dad booked the flight and thinking how my siblings and I would experience where my parents grew up and how things worked in their hometown. It was not until a few days later when my dad walked into my room; seriously but not furiously and said, “Son at your age, you should feel so lucky that you guys have a better life than your mother and I had. The ticket I bought, was for you and only for you; you are the only one going on this trip so, then you know what your mother and I went through to be here to give you guys the life we wanted as a kid.” I did not understand what

Serving other people has always been one of the most important things to me. What I would consider one of my most cherished project was a mission trip I took to Jinotega, Nicaragua. I went on this mission trip during the summer between my sophomore and junior year of high school. I was beyond worried going into the trip, my fears of something going wrong were over taking the joy I knew I would be bringing to the people there. Not only would I be going to a country I knew little about, but it was my first time out of the country ever. I pushed all of those feelings to the back of my mind because I knew that I would be protected and enjoy my time there.

The sun was shining so warmly when my Mom, my Aunt Connie, her boyfriend Zach, and his daughter Willow arrived in Rodanthe, North Carolina. Rodanthe is a very small town located on the Outer Banks of North Carolina near Cape Hatteras. We love going there every summer because it is away from all of the tourist areas, it’s small, and we get to know all of our neighbors.

The one thing on Earth that we hardly know nothing about is the ocean. Since the Ocean is very deep and some lakes are too, so there could be places undiscovered by man that this beautiful

My father and I decided to try out our scuba equipment on a recent family trip to Anna Maria Island. We purchased the equipment second hand and tested it in our pool. We took our boat out to a nice spot near an island that had some ruins from an old military pier. My Dad told me to wait in the boat while he got in the water and tested out his gear first. Doing this may have saved his life. After getting in the water and seeming fine at first, he realized his vest had a leak and was filling up with air, preventing him from diving. There was a strong current pushing him away from the boat and as he attempted to fight the current to swim back to the boat, he became winded because the vest became too tight on his chest for him to breathe fully.

It all started when I was at the tech Museum, I was lying down next to this girl in my sleeping bag when we were watching Open Season 2.

An act of community service that I was truly passionate about would be the mission I took to the country of Nicaragua. I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to tag alongside three other veterinarians one of which is my dad, on the five day trip to the town El Limón Dos to aid and operate on animals in need. This trip taught me how much I really do have a love for animals and the helping of impoverished people . In the beginning I did not know what to expect because this was the most poverty struck country I have ever visited. With the motives of building a better college application and the moral significance in mind I developed a deep passion for what I was doing. As beautiful as the country and people were, I could clearly tell that

I shook the gift anxiously hoping to figure out what my grandfather sent me in the colorfully wrapped box. Yet after hours and hours of guessing I still couldn't figure it out. My mother strictly forbade me from opening the gift till the next morning, and my curiosity was driving me insane. The box was so light-weighted that it felt empty, and when I shook it simply made a faint sound so I couldn't even make a guess as to what it was.