Personal Narrative: The Tell-Tale Heart

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

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 wish I could run faster. I wish so many obstacles weren't in my way. I wish I knew why so many people wanted me dead. I wish I could...remember.

I knew cross country would come with pain, but I didn’t realize the risk I was taking. After the Starmont meet, the pain I was having was unendurable. I didn’t think I’d be able to walk.

The clouds were black, immeasurable, and grotesque. I still believe it was because my best friend was leaving for war. My friend Nicholas was the only person that I could have reliance and certainty with. He was the person that when the stresses of the world got to heavy on my shoulders he would pick the world up of my shoulders and carry the burden of the stresses of reality for me. In the end there are no words to describe the signification he has in my life and there is no comfort that can fix the loss that I feel in my heart because of his absence. So for the time being my heart will be in two places, half with me here in Denver, Colorado and the other half in Kandahar, Afghanistan.

Overall, Trimester 1 has really shed a new light on ELA. Throughout elementary school, I had always despised ELA. I struggled with writing and finishing stories. I had plenty of ideas, but I just wasn’t able to get them onto paper in the form of a story. I knew little of what else ELA class had to offer other than writing stories. This trimester I learned many new things that made me appreciate ELA class a little bit more. I learned that ELA is not just writing stories, it is also finding the theme, reading, and many others.

7 years ago, my grandpa was alive and well, but 3 weeks went by and my mother explained to me that he had cancer. We went over to my grandpa's house to see him there he was sitting in the chair with a surgical mask this is when I realized he was sick. My mother was sobbing every night almost as if he had died I walked in there and I asked, 'are you okay?' She responded with yes, go to bed its getting late. Another few weeks went by and in this time, went to visit a few times my cousins, aunts, uncles, were all there. This was the last time I spoke to my grandfather, later that night my mom was crying extra hard and I was wondering what was wrong at the time I couldn’t think of what was wrong with my mom. This is when my dad told me that he had passed away I remember him saying that we need to love my mom and show that we care about her. My mom soon left to my grandmother's house, she went over there to comfort my grandma for her loss.

I was getting ready for school tomorrow and I had made a miniature bed for chubs in the kitchen earlier that day. he was looking more dried out since the visit. my mom's friends had left a good 30 minutes ago they stopped by to see what is going on and to socialize of course, seeing the Bed I Made Chubbs they said goodbye to him and gave him a abundant amount of lovins. Around 10:05 p.m. I had got everything ready for bed and I gave chubbs a hug and kiss, telling i loved him before i went to bed. But what I didn't know that would be his last goodbye… October 16th 5:15 a.m. My mom woke me up and told me the news.. Chubbs has passed away. As she spoke those words it struck me like a bullet into my heart, Shattering my emotions like a glass mirror. after she had said that I quickly rushed into the kitchen. and I saw the lifeless corpse of my beloved cat. My first instinct was to take a picture with my Ipod, doing so I have took the picture and put the device away. Coming back to his corpse it struck me harder than a glass window being struck by a hammer.I got on my knees my face covered by the cold hard truth of what I had happened. being thrown into a pit list void of isolation depression, I didn't know what to do. only had one instinct to do which was cry. my parents also being shocked of the passing hugged each other in remorse. The lesson i've learned is that don't be attach yourself to someone to long. I have been hurt to long . This is dedicated to my first cat

Where does inspiration come from. The heart maybe. The brain. The soul. Your peers. Maybe even no one. You could have all the acquaintances in the world and I don’t care what anyone says because if they don’t care about you you’ll still end up feeling lonely as hell. I do. I have many acquaintances. But when they don’t care to check up on you to say, “Are you doing okay?” or, “Did you make it home okay?” maybe, “How’d your day go?”, or even, “I know you’ve been going through a lot lately, I just wanted to let you know I’m here for you.”

When Anne Frank, a jewish girl living during the holocaust, was a just teenager she was sent to a concentration camp and later died. The holocaust was a very dark time for many Jewish people.Even after all Anne experienced she still said, “ despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.” Some people might agree with Anne and saying that people really are good at heart. They might think that even know people are bad they have a chance to be good. I think this because people are born with both good and evil in them, but those who are bad choose to be bad and corrupt. Nobody is forced to lie, murder cheat and kill. I believe all people have the capability to be evil no matter how good they seem. I truly believe that not

Just before the my first day of middle school, my Aunt was admitted into the hospital. She had a gruesome battle with colon cancer for the past 18 months. She had been to the hospital many times before, had large amounts of her intestines removed, and lived to tell the tale. Sadly, this was not one of those times. This was my mother’s sister, and she drove to the Akron hospital to visit her. She came home that evening and sat me down, and I knew from the grave look on her face that something was wrong. “Justin, Aunt Patti isn’t coming home.” I cried and reasoned and asked why the doctors couldn’t do anything. My mother could not give the answers I so desired. I cried myself to sleep. The last seven days of my aunt’s life were spent in hospice. She was on an large amount of painkillers so she couldn't feel any more pain. Her eyes were closed and couldn’t talk, she was in an almost comatose state. I remember walking into her room for the first time. I’d never seen more love in one place. Her husband sat and slept in a chair beside her bed. We all were talking to her and joking and laughing about the good times had. The doctor said she couldn’t hear us, but that didn’t stop us. Any time she exhaled or let out a subtle grunt or moan, that was our sign that she was listening, trying to

I feel like there are many people who strive to adhere to a “live while you’re young” mentality, but once they reach a certain age, that lust for life fizzles out. Perhaps because life tends to beat so many down throughout the years, snatching away skyscraping hopes to replace with losses and disappointments, some older folks begin to resent the youth for all of their promise and dreamy ideals. I do not believe that it should be this way. Just because a person has seen many years go by in his or her lifetime, it does not mean that all of that person’s potential, ambition, and goal-oriented thinking should just evaporate. A number does not define you, for only how you use the wisdom of your years to pursue each day to the fullest does. Everyday is a new and valuable opportunity to go after what you want in life, especially since not everyone is lucky enough to wake up to meet the sunrise each morning. One must always remember that you only truly begin to age when you turn your back on all of the knowledge and possibilities

Watching the men eat the meat they hunted yesterday, I wonder what would have happened if they were in my place. My mother and I barely have an entire meal compared to what the men are eating. As the day went by, I had to say something, I had to speak up, but not for me, for my mother and father’s legacy. When all the men that were on the council were together, I gathered up the courage and walked into their igloo. I told them my point of view and my problems, but not as Keesh, I spoke as the son of the greatest hunter to ever walk on the rim of the polar sea, Bok. My father died trying to save this entire village and everyone seems to forget that I am his son and that my mother is his wife. I have dealt with a lot of hardships since

Learning to read is one thing that was instilled in me at a young age. My journey all started with my great grandmother, Dolly, who kept me at her house up until I went into school. I had countless stories read to me when I was little and they ranged from Pocahontas all the way to Caleb’s Story. These stories allowed me to become enthralled in times of the past. Pocahontas was set during the formation of the colonies and Caleb’s Story was set in the time of the pioneer days in the West. However, the one book that ultimately changed my view point on reading was Listen to Your Heart. This story effected my choice in literature in years to come. Reading has provided me an escape as well as turned me into a complete romantic all because of my