Personal Narrative-What Is A Hero?

" The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams."- Oprah Winfrey. This quote meant a lot to a 13 year old youngster named Jared, who lived in the most impoverished town within Cambodia. To be quite specific, Jared resided in an old, rusty village, during the year of 2001, that he'd been living in since birth. His greatest aspiration in life was to become a geneticist. However, he did have a few roadblocks, such as poverty, and zero education. Whenever unoccupied, he strived to pay his Grandma Seda a visit at her senior citizen home, which was funded through the Cambodian government. Speaking of her, Grandma Seda was 96 year old lady and happened to be the grandmother of Jared. She was located at a senior citizen home 20 miles away from Jared's home. Six months ago she was diagnosed with leukemia and slow organ failure. Since her diagnosing, her health has been deteriorating rapidly.

Why would you get something like that? Never mind it is pretty cool. Even though its like 100 feet tall!!! I thought you guys were just going to the store and you came back with a mosterice truck! Is that what took you 5 hours? You are the best step dad ever! This is my step dad troy but his real name is adam but he doesn't like that name. That is why we call him troy. He is always getting stuff for him hos self or one of us. When he buys the stuff he doesn't tell so it is always a surprise.

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

Tears poured down my face like I was in a rain forest, hugged my mom tightly as if she was a cuddly stuffed animal and I prayed, prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Not really knowing what was going on or what was going to happen. My sister arrived home, followed by my dad shortly after. While we waited to hear back from the hospital, we sat on the couch in the living room bawling our eyes out probably. Don’t worry, I will tell you about what is going on.

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

My dad caught up to us just as we were standing about to follow the nurse to the back. She navigated us to a small, cold room where I laid down on the neatly made bed. Her voice was nurturing when she quickly told me that she would first be taking my blood. My jaw clenched as the prick of the needle went into my pale white arm. She then left, to only come back a few minutes later holding the nastiest 2 bottles of berry smoothie that I had to drink in the next hour to have a cat scan.

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

It was four years ago on the 17th of December, everything seemed like a normal day. I was prepping for finals and eating snacks in the study room with friends when my neck and face turned bright pink and blotchy, and breathing became difficult for me. I remember I had a history final later that day, but was rushed down to the nurse’s office and ultimately had to reschedule that test. Since I had eaten a few different items, we were unable to determine what the real problem was. Two weeks later at volleyball practice, I sat on the side, pink, pale and unable to catch my breathe. My mom had decided that this was enough of not knowing, so she took me to get allergy tested. I sat there at Trinity waiting for a family friend to take vials of blood for the samples. They ultimately gave me a long list of things I was allergic to, and we compared that to what I had to eat the day I was at school studying for finals; and what I had eaten before practice, this was the day I found out I could no longer have any Reese’s trees, or any Reese’s eggs anymore, I am allergic to peanuts.

I woke up screaming and I knew it was only a dream of that night. it had only been two months since my parents died but I remember every detail.

In a quest, a hero strives towards a stronger, more agile and skilled version of himself. Like Clark Kent and Peter Parker, oftentimes heroes grapple over two identities. Once this hero gains an upper hand in the battle against his identity crisis, he reaches a higher level. He becomes a master of two worlds. For instance, Naruto conquered the stigma of hosting the monstrous nine-tailed fox and rose to the level of the Hidden Leaf Village’s beloved hero.

The man chuckles, but doesn’t answer my question. “Do you know why you’re here, Tori?”

“WHAT” and she got up and helped my sister up and she rushed to my mom’s room and told her, and they went upstairs and got ready to go to the hospital and my sister Bobbi,Elias (My sisters 1st kid) and, I had to stay home and I texted my grandma and she drove to my house at 10:30pm and stood at my mom's house with us and later on we passed out again and the next morning I felt better I didn’t fill nasty and sick and other stuff, and that day was a school day and we woke up about 8:00 am and it was a nice sunny morning. After a while we ate breakfast and just layed down and waited til we heard from my mom about my nephew. I kept telling my grandma

As I got my brother, I know something was up because we never had family meetings. Also, my mom looked dreadful. This was also the first time I had ever felt scared. When we all were at the table our mom said, “ Kids, you know Maggie was old right?” We both nodded, so she could continue, now I know something was really inadequate, “ When I got to the vet today our veterinarian said that even if she gave Maggie the shot that she would just get worse but very slowly. So, I did what I had to do for Maggie. Kids, I had to put her down. She died in my arms.” I was initially crying because I loved Maggie. Mom said she had Maggie's ashes. But I could barely here because I was crying so hard. We also still have the ashes on the mantel. At the time a prayed a lot for god to bring her back to our family. I predicted at the time I was still in shock. I remember her, and I still miss her sometimes. But I know that she did not suffer that much. I also know that she is a better

I was walking down the dark lonely street when I heard screams of fear and loathing. Being a hero isn't only about saving lives, but the integrity and courage that is portrayed behind the scenes. Even the people around you are heros in their own way. I was walking along the Manhattan Bridge listening to a podcast I recorded about mutant animals that have been biting people all over the world. As soon as the podcast finished a taxi car approached me and the man said to me, " Sir do you need a ride. I replied with a simple yes and told him to take me to downtown Brookyln.

My mom and I walked inside and found my dad and brother sitting at the kitchen table. My brother showed no emotion, not one tear streamed down his face, his eyes showed no sign of sadness. My dad tried so hard to keep everything together, the tears ran down his face, almost like his tears were Nascar drivers. I went and sat in the chair next to him and told him that we can get through this.