Personal Narrative: Where To Maine

I come from the small town of Caribou, Maine. “Why so far north?” You might ask. Well, my father took a job as meteorologist for NOAA in Caribou following his retirement from the Air Force after 20 years of service. I moved to Maine in August of 2008, exactly 9 years ago; however, Maine is the 4th location I’ve lived in after Virginia (my birthplace), Alabama, and North Carolina.

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

Growing up in rural North Carolina was both a blessing and a curse. My hometown, Fallston, North Carolina, is a tiny town way off the beaten path. Most people speak with a southern accent, are devout christians, vote Republican, think camouflage is a normal fashion pattern, and adore country music. But while I was a child, none of these things were a problem. I never realized how close-minded everyone was or how there were no opportunities for success; I was too concerned with the three most important events of the year: the Fallston FunFest, the Belwood Tractor Pull, and the Cleveland County Fair. However, as I grew older, zeal wore off and reality set in. I started to realize how conservative and restrictive it was. What little Fallston offered,

The only state I have ever known as home is North Carolina. I was born and raised in Charlotte and the only time I have ever moved away was last year to start a new chapter of my life as a college student. Growing up in Charlotte has had such an impact on what I plan to do with my future. As a young child I always thought of Charlotte as the next best thing to New York City. I shortly realized after visiting that was not quite the case. New York City introduced me to a new world of opportunity.

The cultural events in a person's life shape them into the person they are today. Throughout a person's life they experience events that change them culturally. These events can be either positive or negative. I went through a cultural experience when I went from Maine to Maryland.

I saw four letters on the paper: N, S, W, and E. For a better view, I situated myself under a lamppost, as the darkness of night failed to illuminate my paper. Looking up and down the strip of asphalt, I was desperate to find any road signs. Once I found a sign, concealed by a tree, I noticed it said, "NJ-40 towards Elmer".

There are many stories I could tell or different topics I could talk about that are important to me. Some funny, some sad, and some I can not put an emotion with because they are a combination of many. Millinocket, Maine, for those who do not know, is a small town that was the result of the Great Northern Paper Mill which started over a hundred years ago. The Paper Mill that created the town no longer exists, but Millinocket is trying to bring as much business as possible to replace what was lost. Although the town is struggling, it is a great place to be and contributing to its future was a big part of my life while I was there.

While on duty, I, Officer J. Daniszewski, was traveling eastbound on W Westover St. As I was stopped at the intersection of W Westover St and Sawyer St. the suspect vehicle passed me traveling westbound on W Westover St. As the suspect vehicle passed me, I looked in my rear view mirror and could not see a license plate on the suspect vehicle. I turned around and positioned my patrol cruiser behind the suspect vehicle. As I got behind the suspect vehicle, I could not identify a license plate on the back of the vehicle. I turned on my emergency lights and initiated a traffic stop. The suspect vehicle stopped on W Westover St, just east of Roundhouse Ave.

It started with both of us witnessing a dark colored late model Mustang, traveling at excessive speed down Wheeler Ave. In fact my exact words were, “Oh look at that dipshit!” After confirming radar of what we had both seen, lights and siren were activated. The suspect vehicle pulled over a block later on one of the side streets. At first this would have seemed routine, but that change every few minutes. The driver did not have a valid license, or proof of ownership, he did not have insurance. Another officer responded shortly and began speaking to the passenger of the vehicle. Both Officers were convinced something was off about the individuals. They had to run the drivers name multiply times in multiple states to no avail. Come to finds out he wasn’t giving them his full name, after the proper name was used to search it came back the driver was a convicted felon. The passenger had nothing on record so they released him on his own. But after they decided to detain and arrest the driver, an inventory search yielded a firearm in the trunk of the vehicle. The driver was charged with possession of a deadly weapon by a prohibited person 28-1206, defaced firearm 28-1207, and possession of a short shotgun 28-1203. At that time a third officer arrived and to two officers assisting left to find the passenger who left midway through the entire series of events. They later returned with the fine young gentleman. After that a tow

My life was just normal being in New Hampshire. But then I had to move to Florida, when I was 3. The reason why is because of my mothers' job. She found a school that was better than the one she was at then. That was an interesting change for me. I was just 3 years old and I loved the cold and snow. Our time in Florida did not last long. The difference in weather really did not affect my life as much then others because I like colder weather a beater then hot weather. Me and my parents moved back up to New England again, but to Connecticut this time because of my mom for her work again. Apparently, it's hard for schools to find a good head admissions person. So, in Connecticut where I met 2 guys that became my best friends. We taught things

This past week would be my fourth time going to anything state. This Tuesday my aunts and a couple of my cousins and I got in the car and drove all the way to Des Moines for the state tournnament. Once we got there we sat down in a good spot it was Hannah, Trey, Kayla, and I. Kayla and Hannah left to go to the bathroom, and it was Trey and I saving the spots. Trey left to go to the bathroom so I was saving the spots. After a little bit Kailyn Erikson and Emma Rissman came and asked me to move, (I thought they wanted to get through) then all of a sudden they sat down. And I said "excuse me these spots are saved" and they said, "not anymore". So when they got back they asked the girls to leave and they said 'We are older so we can sit here".

I was patrolling the downtown area. I asked the dispatcher to check the tag (XYZ 123) and she told me the car was stolen. When he stepped out of the car: I searched him according to the standards of Terry vs. Ohio. Each of his pockets contained drug paraphernalia. I found a bag of marijuana in his right pocket and suspected cocaine in his left pocket. The suspect asked Officer Smith and I if she was under arrest. I arrested the suspect and reads him the Miranda warnings. I called the dispatcher whom said I could go to lunch. When I turned East, I spotted the fugitive's

As a Christmas present one year, I got the most amazing gift from my mom, two tickets to a show to see Theresa Caputo, The Long Island Medium. The show was in Newark and we were both super stoked to go. The theater was extremely packed, making it a very unlikely chance we would hear from our loved ones. On the plus side, Theresa's husband sat next to us and my mom was freaking out the whole time, it was just embarrassing. When Theresa finally came out the whole crowd cheered while she walked out with her big, puffy blonde hair and cat claw nails. Before the show started, she gave the advice to everyone to "embrace life to the fullest extent." Those words hit me and I decided I would follow them. I mean, you only get one life so you might as

It was a very big step in faith to leave my beloved family and the church ministry of Elim, but I'm glad I did. God needs my help and I need to help God. The trip was long with a few unexpected transfers on the bus. I couldn't get much sleep although I had lots of space on the bus. But I did use my time wisely by listening to praise music and praying a lot.

“The Thorntons have four cats and two dog, they live in a place called greendale"