Personal Narrative: The Trail

We greeted each other with kind respect. We met on the trail when his wagon broke. I offer to help Curtis Mick Colloni with his wagon. We exchange each other name and we left. I knew he was a skilled doctor and he he would I left the place and I ask Curtis if he would like travel together. As I was walking, I saw Hunter. I ran up to him and greeted him. I met Hunter Norm Cline during the trail when it block by a log. There was a lot of people and together, Hunter organized the group to pull the log. I ask if he would like to join me on the way to Oregon. He said he had 2 other family going on the trail and ask if I would join. He also mentioned that he was the leader of the group. I merge with the group and together we form a wagon

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

The decisions we make and the actions we take have voiced our characters for us, and our spoken words have exposed our perceptions. At one point or another in everybody’s life, one will strive to become someone, to make something of him or herself. One is limitless in what one can evolve into, but how to get there is another matter. The destination is just that: a destination. There is no significance to a station if there is no link to it. Therefore, the result is no result if there is no way to reach it, and so Willa Cather had once said, “The end is nothing; the road is all.” And I am inclined to concur with this writer.

“Without patience, we will learn less in life, we will see less in life, we will feel less in life, we will hear less in life, ironically, more and more usually mean less.” ~ Mother Teresa

Today, my team of two, Kadeyn, Jasmine, went with me to the lowest area on this Earth, the land alongside the dead sea, and started to dig. We we dug 38 kilometers into the crust with a huge shovel contraption attached to our capsule., and as we went through, we saw huge pockets of the mineral Halite, which Jasmine kept licking for “the greater good of science”, and also saw lots of sedimentary rock which we took samples of.

“We can go on a hike and have a picnic. I know a trail that at the end of it there is a gazebo that looks over the forest. We can go on that trail.” said Lauren and Kyle’s mom.

It happened in an instant. There was a light, misty rain. The road was wet, slick and covered with gravel. I had driven home this way one thousand times, but today would be different. As I steered the car through the slow, wide right curve my tires hit some wet gravel. Maybe the low setting sun got in my eyes, maybe the radio was too loud, or maybe I was tired from a long day at school, but I took the turn too wide and the car started to slide off the road to the right. Panicked, I pulled the wheel and over-corrected the slide to the left. I swerved across the oncoming cars, jumped the car over the drainage ditch and landed into someone’s front yard. The car destroyed the lamp post, clipped the old oak tree, and spun around 360 degrees.

All throughout my adolescence development there were many moments that had shaped me to become the person that I am to this day. From my humble beginnings in Football to my personal service projects outside of school, life has taught me many lessons. In which case I will illustrate some as I reminisce my highschool career.

The cabin on the outside was rickety looking, it looked as if it was made fifty years ago. The cabin had a tin roof and on each side of the cabin it had two dusty windows. It also had pelts of animals hanging from the door, and the walls that probably haven’t been touched in years. The inside of the cabin was however, nice it had a kitchen with a working stove, wood burner, and a table. The cabin also had a couple hazel colored couches and a aquamarine colored recliner.

The cabin on the outside was rickety looking, it looked as if it was made fifty years ago. The cabin had a tin roof and on each side of the cabin it had two dusty windows. It also had pelts of animals hanging from the door, and the walls that probably haven’t been touched in years. The inside of the cabin was however, nice it had a kitchen with a working stove, wood burner, and a table. The cabin also had a couple hazel colored couches and a aquamarine colored recliner.

Bare feet slammed against the sun bathed sidewalk as we huffed heavy breaths, going on with our escapade. Tired of adults, my sister, cousin, and I decided to hit the road.

characteristics have shaped me into the person I am today. When I am determining to pursue

As I walked to the back, leaves crushed under my feet. The sun was setting, and the place grew eerie from the darkness. We set a fire behind the castle to make for a creepy effect. The flickering of the fire waved my shadow back and forth. No more than a minute of waiting someone yelled, “Trailer”, which ment a group of people that would be shooting at us was coming our way so we had to get in our positions, the night was about to begin.

Envision leaving home, the place you were conceived, just to move to another nation looking for a superior life, saying farewell to everybody you at any point knew, maybe until the end of time. It may be a 12-year old's most exceedingly bad dream. I gazed at the huge, calm bleak moon that night as my folks were stacking our sacks in the storage compartment of the auto. The crash of the entryway shutting influenced my heart to drop. At the point when the driver began the auto, chills kept running down my back and it at long last occurred to me that we were leaving for good. "This is it" my sister said with a questionable look all over. I gradually thought back through the window, at my grandma remaining close to the entryway as though she lost all that she at any point had in her life, tears running down her face as she waved farewell. I glanced back at the huge house I experienced childhood in, where I made my first strides, where I figured out how to ride a bike, where my grandma showed me the most important lessons that I will always love. Her body appeared to be so fragile and frail. I cried on my sister's shoulder while she attempted to console me. The possibility of allowing my grandma to sit unbothered, without anyone else's input in that enormous desolate house essentially terrified me. I started to feel remorseful for the circumstances I had contentions with her and underestimating her since she was dependably there for us and dependably did her best

He then said well you know we was grooming you to take the new store we are about to open on Siegen Lane and I said yes sir but I'm sorry I will not be able to run that store and be as sharp as I need to be. He said ok let me call you back. We ended the call, which I felt uneasy because I know I won't be able to run the store like he wants me too, and would that make a difference of me transferring. I prayed on it and proceeded into my daily tasks. He later called back very shortly and said well Eddie, obviously your family is important and you need to do right for them and you have made your decision. Just go ahead and type me a letter of recognition and email it to me. At this point my heart just fell to the floor and I felt like the walls were closing in on me.