Personal Narrative-Valaam's Life

The floors were swept. Curtains, a deep blue, hung straight and heavy over clean windows and the walls were neatly, uniformly painted with a warm brown. Cabinet doors were closed over their contents, the bed towards the back of the room was made, and the blanket pulled over the top was smooth and brightly colored, if a bit faded and worn. Even the herbs and candles scattered across the wooden table were done so in a systematic way, everything lining up according to some sort of order that wouldn’t be obvious to any outside observer.

“Either a missile fired from an air force jet or via an electronic assault made by the U.S. Customs Airplane reported to have seen near the site minutes after Flight 93 crashed.” (WorldNetDaily.com)

By the end of the day that we mainly spent waiting inside Java Jolt for the police to tell us our building was out of danger, London had set up a meeting with her detective friend to met up at our house at around 6:30 tonight. But, by that time, we were just getting let back into the apartment, and we just didn’t have the time to clean up the broken plates caused by the vibrations of the explosion. Our energy had disappeared as we watched the death toll rise and rise to over 30- one of which was one of the guys on Austin and Reed's football team. The building was nothing more than a brick base and ash spread out for miles around the scene. The first responders are saying how lucky everybody is because it’s a miracle that so many people got out of the building in time. Suddenly, we heard a loud, hollow knock on the door that disrupted my

question is why did the plane hit in such a spot that was closed off due to renovations, was it a

Needing to see more of the house, I started descending the curved staircase. I stopped halfway down the staircase and savored the view. My eyes wandered around to the rooms that I would no longer use. Rooms that were once filled with people and belongings were now piled high with

The following quote is of importance: “There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. . . I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. . . For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!” (169-170).

Working in a retail store in the mall has taught me many things. I also learned a lot of new

There’s a slim chance that a person can be strong all the time. Although that may be true, there’s an internal drive to want to be the person that everyone can rely on for support. I embody that person. I have moved twenty-seven different times, my parents are divorced, I have lived by myself for the past five years, and I learned how to live without people. However, since I knew what true loneliness felt like I made sure that everyone knew they could rely on me. I have never really cried and always carried the persona that I didn’t care what people thought about me, and I made sure that even if I was having a bad day that no one else was. I have been bullied ever since I can remember, until I gained personal confidence and was determined to

The morning of June 13, 2000, I heard on the radio there had been an explosion with an unknown number of victims and deceased. Over the course of the day, pictures and videos of the aftermath emerged showing the horrific extent of the damage.

It has been one year since the death of my beloved sister Cheryl. Since then, Roger and I have married. It was wonderful! All the people we met last year were there; all the friends I made at my job as a receptionist. Cheryl’s friend Nancy and her mother came and they hired a babysitter for Cheryl’s son Henry Liberty. But, most surprisingly, my father was there for a bit! He started by saying that he was sorry about what had happened my whole life and how he should of tried to get us back. Then, I told him that I know it was for the best and that we should not cling to the past, even though I did that my whole life. Essentially I was being hypocritical. Nonetheless, he said that he was proud of me, and that if my mother was alive she would

Just like to drop a quick note on my progress so far. To start with the first week has been very productive. I have had a chance to meet key individuals like Scott, Amiee and KaiQi and core team. I have scheduled several meetings this week and next week with key team members from Sysadmin, DBA, Tools and Release team to start working on Q1 deliverables. Poonam has already assigned few programs that she wanted me to look into it.

My partner, Micaya, have the ability to be social with other or great with communication with several people. In addition, she is also creative minded, or she can make the dull things become fun by making creative ideas. One thing she really do is take things in consideration by taking the risk of doing something from other prospective. Micaya is a hard working person that will focus more on her work that she feels like is important and in her interest. To continue, she is always an outgoing, straight forward person who is serious when it comes to her work.

A recorded account but an individual by the name of Rajah provides insight into what happened the day of the explosion. According to Rajah:

In the town of Jarnac-sur-Bresle, the church bells at Saint Vincent’s Cathedral were known to be particularly shrill. On every hour, they could be heard booming in the cobblestone streets, through the pastures, and into the dense Picardy forests.

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