Personal Narrative: Why Lost One Seek Me Out?

I come across a rear projection TV on the side of the road one day, load it up, and take it home. I eagerly spend a good four hours stripping it down and saving as much as I can. I end up with a 48” fresnel lens, two hefty speakers, a couple large capacitors, three glass lenses, and a glass mirror. Left over is a box of electronic waste and the particle board skeleton of a TV. I take the electronics to my local electronics recycling center, and set the wooden frame on the curb. I took 70 lbs. of trash and turned it into 10 lbs. of treasure ripe for projects, 30 lbs. of recyclables that would have gone to a landfill, and 30 lbs. of refuse that I had fun

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

Everyone has a story of how great an astonishing their life has come to be like getting a chance to travel the world, getting awards being popular, or even helping out in the community. Well, to be honest, that's not me and this is my story. My name Rebecca Alexandra Gomez I arrived into this world on October 7, 1998 around 11:25 AM at the Humber River regional hospital in Toronto. I lived in Toronto for about three years of my life than from there I moved to Brampton. I was raised by my beautiful parents Lorena Gomez and Guillermo Gomez I have two older siblings Tatiana Gomez Who is currently 24 years old and my brother Christopher Gomez who is 22 years old growing up I can say that my childhood was a very special moment

After much consideration my husband and I have decided that Michael will not longer be attending The Reason For Hope effective immediately. I welcome the chance to sit down and talk with you should you choose to discuss the situation. It was not easy to arrive at this decision but it has been a long time coming. We have been increasingly more uncomfortable with your program in recent months for the reasons below.

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As I set up in the bed, my phone decides to go off. I should turn it off, but I just look at it stunned. I can't believe it, I beat my alarm. After A few moments. I swing my legs over the side of the bed turning the alarm off as I do so, I stand up. then out of habit. I walk over to the dresser, I know it's pointless, none of my clothes are in there at the moment, I think to myself. However, my face turns into surprise when I see what's waiting for me.

This year I did a total of four hours in volunteering. I choose a service opportunity that shared the same interests as myself. I volunteered for the open house and was a lacrosse ambassador. I had gotten to the open house early and helped set up the booth. To make it appealing for people, the head coach and I brought in lacrosse gear, trophies, pictures, and set out the sign up sheet. We also set up a tablet with the St. Ursula lacrosse page brought up so people could brows through last seasons work and accomplishments. When open house just started people started trickling into the gym. There were girls from different schools and some incoming freshmen. At first the visitors were slow, then more and more people started coming to our booth.

In a restroom, in a church or anywhere else in the world you will judge a person by their appearance whether it be negative or positive, you cannot help it, it just happens whether you like it or not. For an example, when you are walking down the street and you see someone wearing ripped up clothes and bad hygiene then you automatically assume negative things such as beggar, homeless or even possibly a drug abuser. Being judged can go a different way also, you can think of someone as a rich, snobby individual because they are wearing very nice clothes and act a certain way but in all actuality, they could be a wonderful person. A more serious case of people judging other people that I have noticed is that most people

“Are you excited for your first meet?” Jon says with curiosity and I can hear him breathing harshly because of practice. His body is not quite shaking but it wasn’t full of energy. This is because we were resting after running 200 meters as part of our training for track. We had little breaks in between our workouts.

I have met many people, but I have not been able to maintain relationships with most of them. It is a very difficult to maintain a relationship, especially if you do not see them on a consistent basis. I have lost touch with multiple people in my life that I really would have loved to have still been friends with. One in particular is Lydia Dixon.

“GET OUT!” “ABBY GET OUT!” “KEREN!” “KEREN WHERE ARE YOU?” were the first few phrases I heard when I gained consciousness that night.

Your eyes focused on the small details of her face. Her eyes seemed to hold a frosty mist that moved as the light danced within them. Freckles dusted her nose bridge. Cheeks pinched with pink. The soft flawless skin was a pale ivory with, not a sickly but a noble touch. Hair flowed with ease and outlined her face showing importance to anything she did. Her lips were the last thing you noticed as they moved enchanting you and pulling you into a labyrinth that her words formed.

I know how scary it is for you to put yourself out there.. yet, I keep rejecting you. And the one time I did say yes, my two friends ended up tagging along lol. I'm sorry. I really am. And I'm aware that saying sorry isn't going to fix anything unless I put the effort to change it. SO, if you are free tomorrow, let's do something. I promise I won't lag

There it was. The small, picturesque town I had been looking for. Originally, I set off to “make it big in the city,” but along my trip I had become exhausted and looked for anything that might occupy me until I was rested. I had finally arrived in Utah. People could tell I had never been just by the way I kept glaring distastefully at my clothes stained by the red dust. Everyone noticed my appearance immediately.

I wake up to a bedside low lit lamb and a woman who I do not know sleeping next to me. Her breathing is calm and genital, like a feather on baby's skin. We lay in the spooning position. I gently remove my arm from her head and pillow so as not to wake her. Her hair smells like jasmine, and reminds me of one of the memories I experienced from one of the lost.