Personal Narrative : The Silent Tears

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

As we close out the 43rd game of the season, the Phillies drop to 15-28. As the pitching woes continue, it's tough to look on the bright side. It's understandable for the fans to be anxious, but it's all apart of the rebuild. I'm here to tell you to R-E-L-A-X. The team is still incredibly young and in the process of getting back to October. Maikel Franco is struggling a bit at the plate. Picking up the slack in the lineup is Tommy Joseph, who has been on absolute tear through the month of May. Cesar Hernandez has cooled off a bit but still playing some good ball. What can't I say about Aaron Altherr? He's everything you can ask for right now and then some. One thing you can look forward to is one of the most exciting

Saturday was cleanup day and I helped my grandfather shovel the sawdust off of the meat market floor. After the morning rush of customers, I took the shovel and began my journey. For most kids, this was a lot of hard work, but I loved being my grandfather’s little helper. I would take the giant shovel and slide it across the floor, scooping more sawdust than I could pick up. I would spill half of it back onto the floor. After the old sawdust was picked up, we would put new sawdust down so the floor would be nice and clean. It was time for my favorite part of the day. After we cleaned up everything, my grandfather and I would walk downtown to the Dime Store so I could spend my savings! The Dime Store was like the Dollar General store is to us today. To me it was the biggest toy store in the whole world! My grandfather would say “ok, you can pick two things, that’s it”. He knew he had to set a limit or my arms would be loaded down with items when we reached the cash register. I would have spent my limit and more. My grandfather taught me not to spend all of my money. He would tell me, “save some for a rainy day”. I often wondered what that meant. As I placed my items on the counter, my grandfather said “are you sure that is what you want”? It was the same items every month, a bag of play money and a new receipt book, so I could pretend I was a cashier like the lady that worked at the grocery

As I walked into the house, my parents were waiting for me in the living room. I did not know what was happening, but from the look in their eyes, I knew that was something wrong. My mother sat me down to tell me that my father had lost his business. The situation seemed so hectic; yet, the conversation felt like it lasted a lifetime. Finding out this news was detrimental to my family because my father had worked hard in America to build this business. I learned that my father had to give up his business and, as result my family had to start over, and find a new way to make a living.

Growing up, my parents were both construction workers for a company named, Motec, and it was a good paying job. As kids my parents would buy my brother and I any toys we dreamed of and they had no limit on giving us what we wanted but that job did not last because it ended up closing down and firing all their workers including my parents. My parents did not have a job for a while and my parents were desperate. My dad's sister came over with her husband one day and brought a brand new white van and I was excited at the new sighting because the first thing I thought of was that we were going to go on roadtrips and we would travel to new places but I never thought that they would fill it up with items such as clothes, toys, etc and go to the swap meet to sell it. Every Sunday they would get up at 5:00 in the morning and drive to the Orange Show Swap Meet in San Bernardino. They sold about $300 worth of stuff every

Mother and I agree to make Oreo cupcakes, candy kabobs, m&m cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and trail mix. I had to work that afternoon and wouldn’t arrive home until nine at night, but mom wasn’t going to start with out me. I got off work smelling like pizza dough, and exhausted, but I knew I had work to be done for the bake sale. While mom was baking the Oreo cup cakes I was putting together candy kabobs. My gloves where all gooey from positioning all the gummy candy on the fondue stick, and my fingers where aching from the twist ties that where used hold the bags together. The good thing was the whole house was full of over whelming smells of cupcakes, cookies, candy, and icing. Finally, my mom and I finished, so we got everything packed up and prepared for the morning of the bake sale. I couldn’t wait to go to bed. We arrived early at seven in the morning to arrange the booth. The booth looked amazing, I just wanted to eat everything that was on the table. When all the booths were ready to go, families began approaching the booth buying our baked goods. The children really enjoyed the candy kabobs. All the kids were walking around with gummy, sticky faces, and kept returning to buy more. Those sold out fast! From eight o’clock a.m. to four o’clock in the afternoon, I stood on my feet trying to get folks to come over and contribute

During the third season of When Calls the Heart, I became the unofficial interviewer of the Hope Valley Kids, probably because I interviewed so many of them. And Jaiven Natt was definitely in that group. With his return to the series this year, we have continued to see his skill and character expand and deepen, so I recently had the supreme opportunity of chatting with him yet again, and this time, we had a decidedly different, but engaging interview covering a wide variety of topics.

This season on “When Calls the Heart” has been a fantastic time of growth in the community, and many of the featured new faces have been the children of Hope Valley. Yet again, Hearties were introduced to a character named Robert who didn’t get along with Cody in the beginning, but Miss Thatcher never gave up on him. With his signature curly hair and spot on facial expressions, we have not been able to overlook this character nor the boy who has infused him with life, Jaiven Natt. Recently, I had the opportunity to chat with this 11-year-old who has become a delightful part of this weekly Hallmark escape.

I came home from school just like any other day. It was around the end of the fourth grade and I was very exited for summer to be here! I noticed an unusual box sitting in the corner of the room but I paid it no attention as a rambled on to my mom, what I thought was a sectaculer day! Later my dad called my sister and I to the kitchen table to talk. The first thing that crossed my mind was, “oh Lord, what have we done now?” Instead, my dad pointed at the box in the corner. He told us to go look inside and tell him if we recognized where the things were from. As I look down into the box, I recognize the pictures of my family and the past fathers day gifts my sister or I had given my dad over the years that he always had sitting on his desk at

I was a dresser for the PDG fall concert, 1968: The Cusp of Hope and Rage. I was backstage doing quick changes, helping with props, and communicating with tech on a headset with any unforeseen issues (which did occur multiple times). I worked with PDG for all of tech week and the six shows that they performed.

In the coming summers, I started going to our gas station with my dad in the afternoons. Since we had bought a house in Southaven, MS, the distance to the gas station had doubled allowing us to converse for almost an hour. Because we both shared a passion for sports, my dad explained to me the game of cricket, while I shared my obsession with Lebron James and basketball. Soon enough, we formed our individual opinions which led to some heated debates. Due to the bond we had formed, I think my dad realized I was ready to learn the "business" aspect of the gas station. Later that summer, as soon as we entered, my dad would hand me a brown paper bag from underneath the cash register full of money. I would go to the kitchen and recount the money to make sure it was the same amount as accounted by the

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She let her guard down and fell in love and in that moment she felt safe not knowing that the boy who made her feel safe and calmed her deepest fears would be the one who would make her live in fear of losing him for the rest of her life. Yet she was the girl who would never give up. In the back of her mind she wonders if he thinks about her late at night. The way he needed to love me: selfishly, intimately, out loud and all the time couldn't be done. Know that I come with a past. A past full of heartbreak and happiness. Pieces have been took from me over time. So little that I didn't even notice it until I did. Something was took from me that couldn't be replaced. A sense that along the paths of heartbreaks, I lost myself. I lost a happy and beautiful soul full of love.

Hey boys, have you ever heard “real men don’t cry” because I have. You see a boy with long hair or a high voice and immediately assume they are 1. Gay or 2. A wimp. But instead of spreading this expression to your children like a disease, how about you weigh the consequences of the words that comes out of your mouth. Men from the beginning of time have felt the need to be that mainly man with big muscles and a thirst to fight that hasn’t been quenched. This simply can’t be true, notice how the boy who are sensitive are generally happier your sadness and loneliness is not something to suppress until you finally spill over. I remember hearing this phrase as a tear rolls down the cheek of a boy whose pet just passed away. Men are not defined

In the "First Tears", the narrator is informing about the thoughts and feelings of Amak and his family and the story. The point of view of the story was third person omniscient because the reader not only learns of his thoughts, but his families thoughts. "His wife and child were very afraid." The narrator is not a character in the story, but is informing the reader about this hunter and his family. The narrator never uses any first person pronouns, and the narrator can see the thoughts of other characters. No ordinary person sees people's