Personal Narrative : The Story Of My Life

morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice. “Mike, I need you to come to my house, something happen to Jessica.” I grabbed my things and ran to my car. It was pouring rain. I put my keys in the ignition as fast as I possibly could, and hit the gas pedal with all the force in my body. Jessica is my 17 year old daughter, she is a senior in high school

My life story: 

My life story begins on April 25, 1975. 
I was the first born daughter to Larry and Debbie Goss in a small town called Fort Payne Alabama. 

Looking back over my life I 've known from a very small age that God has a great plan and a purpose for my life. I can also see how the enemy has tried to destroy that purpose from the beginning. 

On April 25, in a little county hospital my mother is taken to the hospital to deliver there first child. Little did she know the pain and agony

an incredibly normal summer day. The sunlight on my skin was a euphoric distraction from the everyday stress of my life, the sound of the waves coming off Norway Lake a rhythm that nearly had me sleeping. The sand stinging my back and legs was a cruel reminder that the nirvana I was experiencing only came from forgetting what was really going on around me. My best friend Justin was going to be showing up soon. I had to work later that night, and my mother had a court date early in the morning the

I woke up on a cold, torn up mattress. I try to stand up, struggling since I was tied to the wall behind me. My head was throbbing and my wrists and ankles burned from the rope. That 's when I heard you walking down the stairs. My heart was pounding out of my chest. You then slowly unlocked the cage. For the first time I couldn’t save myself. You leaned over me, you stunk of stale cigarettes and booze. I knew I could survive the things you would do to me, I just didn’t know if I could ever get out

My love story is full of feelings of sweetness, bitterness, sourness, and saltiness, but, in my mind, memories of the day that my husband left me alone in Viet Nam still engraved in my mind. The fear of losing someone I have treasured created a storm in my chest. Struggling with many obstacles, choosing in many options, preparing for a new future lead my life to my situation at this time. I also made a storm in my husband’s chest too. Or to go back: My husband immigrated to the United States with

Oooooo he got knocked out, when i come back to reality i hear over the monitor Hunter please report to the principal office. I start walking to the principal's office questioning what he is gonna say or what he is gonna do, i'm scared while i'm holding my jaw. I get to the the principal office, he tells me to sit and tell him what happened. I said that Shawn hit me because the way i was dressed and because i went up to him to introduce myself. The principal Mr.Garcia calles his son Shawn into the office

My story begins with the return to my hometown and birthplace; Marietta Georgia. In the last couple of months of my eighth grade year my family returned to Georgia, before that, we lived in Jersey City, New Jersey and even before that we lived in Dubuque, Iowa. It was exciting time, however, there storm clouds on horizon. During this time my eldest sister was diagnosed with Lupus, an autoimmune disease where your white blood cells attack your own body. My sister suffered from many symptoms caused

I was on bedrest with my first born from 20 through to 36 weeks. I went in for my 20 week ultrasound and left the hospital a week later. I had been told I had a 'Short Cervix', underwent an emergency surgery to have cerclage placed in my cervix to "close my cervix and assist me in carrying the baby to full term!" I spent from those 16 weeks in complete fear that I would lose my baby, then when I was diagnosed with Polyhydramnios, I was convinced that I had done something wrong! I couldn't carry

hear Main say Gabby’s law office’s address over the radio. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to process what I had just heard. My emotions got the best of me as I felt a single tear come down the right side of my face. It was nothing like I’ve ever felt before, breaking my ankle in the car accident months ago didn’t even compare to what I’m feeling right now, in this moment. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as I got lost in my thoughts on the way to the office, making up scenarios of

One sunny day in New York, a beautiful baby girl named Zuri was born. She was healthy, weighed 7lbs and 2oz, light brown pigment, brown eyes, and black hair. Her mother and father were very proud of the amazing creation they had made. They couldn’t describe the love that flowed through the room that day. Zuri was crying but as soon as the doctor handed her to the mother, she instantly stopped crying and tried to focus on her mother's facial features. The mother noticed the struggle and pulled her