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.

After much consideration my husband and I have decided that Michael will not longer be attending The Reason For Hope effective immediately. I welcome the chance to sit down and talk with you should you choose to discuss the situation. It was not easy to arrive at this decision but it has been a long time coming. We have been increasingly more uncomfortable with your program in recent months for the reasons below.

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.

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.”

Growing up, I’ve always been that sibling who receives more than the two. Being, the only granddaughter out of all the grandkids, I have more advantages than my brothers. Moreover, being the favorite my dad allowed me to take upon a new collection. I started collecting Marilyn Monroe items from posters, signs, and even blankets. Then, I was gifted a very special collector’s item that made me appreciate where and whom it came from.

I read, the final sentence, of the latest installment, of my favorite series, The Selection, by Kiera Cass; “I knew that for my sake -for my family’s sake- I had to finish my Selection. And, when I did, I’d have a ring on my finger.” I have always loved reading, that is effortlessly proven by the stack of books resting on my desk -eight and counting- that I have already read this month alone. However my favorite part of reading a book is the end. The moment that I can crawl into bed and dream of the sensory details that I experienced while reading is the pinnacle of my day. As the taste of the buttermilk pancakes overwhelms my tastebuds, or when I can smell the roses within the garden where America first meets Prince Maxon, where everything really began, I know I have reached my personal Nirvana. That is easily the best part of reading a book.

Let’s begin with a typical flashback story. It was a bright and sunny Wednesday morning. As she was saying goodbye to her father, Angela felt as though something was a little eerie. She heard a thunderous noise that was quite common back in the Oklahoma fields, but this time it rattled the entire house and that was rather unusual. Asking her father with great concern, she knew something dreadful had happened. “He told me it was something in the field behind his house, but it shook the house and that has never happened before” (Lira). She turned on the TV and switched to the news channel to see the news anchor broadcasting “BREAKING NEWS” across the screen.. At 9:02 a.m., a rental truck packed with explosives parked in front

With much haste, Beth began the sentence, correctly reading The, a sight word that is clearly recognizable to my student. This shows me that Beth has mastered a few sight words. As if gaining confidence with the first word, she quickly continues reading The dad bear….This is a big whoops. Beth recognized the last two letters in the word bad, however the initial letter made an unfamiliar word to my student. Thus she replaced the initial letter with a d, creating a sight word she was more familiar with, dad. I’m assuming that my student read bear correctly because of the illustration and sight word knowledge.

Flying across the world at the age of 6, a new continent, city, language, and people. That's how my life began. First Time seeing an airplane my thoughts where do they have cartoons, and how will I play on the airplane. So many questions, I wanted to ask but I remained quite. I was scared, worried, happy, sad so many feelings at once. But hey that's how my story will begin. When I moved to the US, I was scared and felt lost But all I wanted to do is build myself from the ground, because I was building my future. But with a great experience I was either going to make me or break me.

It was an early afternoon in September and I was going through my usual study plan for the SAT. My mom walks into my room with a sheet of paper.

“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.