Personal Narrative: What Does This Have To Do With My Religion

Before I begin this assignment, let me clarify, I am not Jewish in any way.

Whether it's trying strange food like quail eggs, searching for bargains at flea markets, or singing Broadway songs at the top of our lungs, my aunt, Lisa Vogel, and I have enjoyed many unique experiences together and developed a very close relationship. Lisa lives close to Minneapolis and she is a teacher at a special needs program for students after high school. She is very involved in theatre, loves to sing, is involved at her church, is a great cook (and hey, I definitely benefit from her marvelous fettuccini alfredo), enjoys craft projects, and especially loves her nieces and nephews and her dog Lulu Cupcake. Lisa is so important to me because of the inspiration she gives me, her caring and loving nature, and the experiences we've had

To begin, this is my worldview and how I view the world. I do not believe in labels because it hinders a person from their full capability. I do believe in the understanding a person not just by their appearance but by who they are personally and behavior. Anyone can appear appealing and charismatic, but only a true follower of Christ has like a special glow about them, which is rare in my world. I have learned that it does not matter what denomination, ethnicity or upbringing a person comes from as long as they know The Gospel of Jesus Christ. Jesus has done miraculous things in the past and in the present. Since I am on this Earth until I either die an earthly death or Jesus comes back, I try to live my life to the fullest.

Everyone on earth is defined by their core beliefs. It’s what makes us all individuals, what separates us from the others. It wasn’t until I was talking with my friend Sean in 8th grade that I started to realize that one of my core beliefs, something I was taught growing up, may not be my own belief.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Reflect on a time when you challenged a belief or idea. What prompted you to act? Would you make the same decision again?

NYPD Standard Operational Procedure when anyone is transferred: The next day they must report in civilian attire to Health Services Division to take a Drug Screening Test. I was fuming about this involuntary transfer to Internal Affairs in the elevator when it reached the eight floor. Not familiar with Health Services Division, preoccupied by still really being pissed off, I followed a small group into a meeting room with about twenty seats. As I sat down I suddenly noticed these guys didn’t really look like cops. When one of these weird individuals said to me “I ain’t crazy, no matter what they say, I wanna be a cop and I wanna a gun.” I was momentarily confused.

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When it comes to my worldview, I feel pretty confident in what I know and what I stand for. I grew up in a Christian home, therefore I have been pretty consistent on what I believe in for my whole life. Some of the preceding questions really made me think though about what I really believe and how I am actually living. Although I know what my worldview is, it is not always easy to make sure that I am fully living it out.

On Nov. 30th, as our family was eating dinner, Kaelynn told us that Mrs. Doolin had told her at lunch to "sit her ass down" when she told her she needed to use the restroom. Approx 2 months ago, Kaelynn needed to use the restroom and Mrs. Doolin told her "no this is lunch time and you need to eat your lunch" Kaelynn told her again that she needed to use the restroom and that she needed to poop badly, Mrs. Doolin told Kaelynn that she needed to eat her lunch first then she could go to the bathroom. I took this issue to Mrs. Flynn to which she asked Mrs. Doolin about the issue and she stated she did not remember. This is the 2nd incident we've encountered with Mrs. Doolin.

You've probably heard of a message in a bottle, but have you ever heard of the "Devils Message"? Probably not because it was a ridiculous game my brother, sister, and I came up with when we were bored. We played this game only a couple times but only when my cousin Maxx came to visit did we decide to record ourselves in the event that something funny would happen. The day started just like any other normal fall day. My cousin Maxx was visiting from Johnstown so we were looking for something to do. All of a sudden Joe got the bright idea to show Maxx Devils Message. We all got dressed and headed out for the swing set.

I believe there is a value in being able to turn an everyday event into a spectacle that’s worth reading into. With that being said, Chills rattled through my bones as the automatic doors opened before me; I’m underdressed. Upon first glance I notice the glint of the interior lighting reflecting off the marble-white tiles. I take note of the scent; Freshness. I think of the convenience of having these natural grown resources surrounding me. Before now, I would never have the luxury of purchasing an out-of-season delicacy at a location so near my residence. Frozen, I was astonished by the sheer amount of ripe, mossy green avocados that sat in a pine wood container before me. I muster the courage the to extend my unworthy

It was a gloomy Friday after school, in physical therapy with my dad for my knee. My knees response to the strenuous exercise it endured had me thinking. Why is my knee still hurting?, Should I really play today? The serious look of doubt that my physical therapist gave me just made my decision to play even harder, but my determination fed my desire to play even more. On the way out of physical therapy, my knee suffocated with kinesiology tape I hear this soft voice, “Simone! Maybe you shouldn't play today, or your knee will not progress,” the therapist said. After the comment, I walked out responding with a sarcastic “Okay I won't.”

Anything to do with me is going to be difficult to write about. I feel like my life could be described as vague; an uneven amount of indefinite figures and stories. It goes along with any one of my family members. My gram is touchy and isn’t very fond of us grandkids, while my grandpa is a quiet guy who loves to play music for everyone and has a depression that has been eating away at him for more than a year. That’s my mom’s side, and we’re going over there less and less often. I haven’t talked to the grandparents on my dad’s side because he stopped talking to his parents more than 10 years ago. I always think it would be so easy to turn that around since they only live a two minute drive away, but I don’t want it to seem as if I’m betraying

I grew up in a very intolerant religion filled with many loving and good-hearted people. This religion was founded with racist, homophobic, and sexist doctrines that my family and I grew up believing and not quite understanding. A few years ago, my mother told us that she no longer believed in this religion and would be officially resigning in the coming months. I grew curious as to why my mother—who would force me into my Sunday best for three hours of church every week—wanted to leave. I discovered the harsh past of this church, and I began to realize, that I was a part of a cult. Everyday I would go to some church activity, after ending my day at the job I got through the church, and I met up with my fiancé, who, you guessed it, was a part