Personal Narrative: This Is Insane

“There's nothing more debilitating about a disability than the way people treat you over it.”( Solange Nicole) In today's God abandoning society there are many people voicing about equality. There are feminists, those against racism, those against homophobia, and those opposed to everything. Each group seems to have people standing up for them. Although when it comes to a group of cripples there's not many that can do the standing. Ableism: Discrimination in favor of able-bodied people. While many people don't know that word, or do not believe such a thing exists, there are many things proving that it does. It is easy to get caught up in life and not realize the difficulties people have, especially ones that could be easily fixed, just by

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

Although the right to vote is typically viewed as a fundamental human right, this right is not entirely enforced for citizens with disabilities. In fact, citizens with disabilities remain less likely to vote than non-disabled citizens. Lisa Schur and Meera Adya’s (2012) research examines whether people with disabilities are heavily involved in politics, or if they remain isolated in their political views and attitudes. It was found that citizens with disabilities are isolated in their political views, which led to 3.0 million fewer voters in 2008 and 3.2 million fewer voters in 2010 (Schur and Adya 2012). If people with disabilities were to participate more heavily in politics, it could have affected many political races and public policies.

Constitution and declares, “Now, no talking, no cheating, no breathing, I better not see a muscle move in your body other than your hand to write on your test!”

So technically what am trying to say is to not deny help to those who need it ,put yourself in their shoes do you really want to be that kind of person who says no to every person who need help

I curse the amount of street lights there are and go around to the side of the house, careful to duck into the shadows. The sound of a noisy dog barking next door has my pulse racing and my eyes cataloging everything around me.

What a crazy and fast year it's been hasn't? If you asked me when was last Febuary I would have said 3 months ago and now I hear that your birthday is

I headed out first,swimming my way back onto land,I screamed as I felt myself get scooped out of the sea by some men and women,scared that the man in the blue car had returned. But these men and women were dressed in hazmat suits but without their helmets on. They looked over me as if they were scientists,asking me and each other several questions. I couldn't muster out any words, I was terrified, I wanted Craig to help me but I was terrified of what they would do to him. This part of the dream is very spacey and is chopped up. I hardly remember most of it. From what I can remember after they’ve finished me out of the water. They place me in this building, this building filled with children. They all looked genetically modified or something,

There was a girl, her name was Emiri, while she was innocent looking enough with her short white hair and innocent looking face. She seemed to have a smile on her face all the time in front of people even when it wasn't appropriate time to have a smile on her face like if somebody had died in a really tragic way, she would still have a smile on her face as if she didn't feel anything. When people would ask her why she was smiling at such a horrid thing she would only reply “Because I think this world is so wonderful, even with the bad things that happen. That's why I am smiling. We only had one chance to be here and their time was up, so why would you hurt yourself over their ending time? After all somebody else will be written to replace them

The mass of clownified humanity that we gazed upon was horrifically impressive. They were swarming upon the facility like a malicious rainbow sea. The facility was located in a secluded wilderness area and it had one road leading up to it. This road was stuffed with clown cars. Judging by how many of the vehicles were simply cars hastily and gaudily painted with spray paint, I deduced that much of this army was recently infected clowns. It turns out they had rapidly, within a day, recruited the next city over in preparation for this siege. Our wonderment was interrupted by the ricochet of bullets as the gun toting clowns fired upon us. It would take a lot more than that to kill this bird though.

I trembled with an overwhelming feeling of terror regarding the impossibility of the previous day’s events. I could not - no matter how hard I tried- wrap my head around them. Had they been ghosts? Had the died that day three years ago, and now have been haunting the house, going about their past lives? Or maybe I didn’t really see them, Maybe they weren’t really there. Maybe I’m insane. Though, of course I suppose that would also have to qualify Vera and Mrs. Sappleton for insanity as well. After all, they saw them, too. I started thinking of any scientifically sound Explanation for what had happened to cloak the supernatural one that had arisen first in my mind. However, I was snapped out of my thoughts by the eminently distressing sound of the ringing telephone. I dubiously answered

One of the thoughts about insanity says that a clear sign of it is when something is repeated over and over again with the person expecting different results. If this was true, then I’m the crown prince of that kingdom. Saying that this was going to end badly is clearly as perfect of an example of my insanity as any. I folded up another note, I had spent days composing in hopes that the only girl I had ever thought about awake and asleep would consider going out with me on a date. What made this insane is that I have been writing the perfect note for the past three years.

I hate when I get that feeling that desire that need to hide. To find a small inconspicuous hole and crawl inside it to try and make myself small. To become one with the hole so as to dissappear and escape what make makes me feel this way timid and scared. It's an impulse a need in the moment so as to protect myself. Yet I hate that feeling that desire that need to protect. I feel weak and shameful and it makes me feel that much worse when I welcome the feeling with open arms. Ready to embrace it. I see this instinct as a appendix unneeded. Why couldn't I have the instinct to face a fear, problem ,person or situation head on. With cunning and amazing intellectual understanding. Yet I don't my brain shuts down going into panic