Personal Narrative: Witnessing Experience

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

Any single human experience can only properly be judged by that human’s amount of dread or anticipation in it’s beginning or end.

The human experience is not a vague suggestion of what all people strive for. This is an individualized set of preferences and priorities that each person desires in life. We are all unique beings and as a physical therapist, there is a duty to create a specific strategy of care that is centered on the needs of the consumer. Movement is the basis of everything. Optimizing movement by improving mobility and motion, managing pain, and regaining original capabilities will guide society to healthier and more active lifestyles.

When I first started doing my field experience last semester, I thought it was going to be easy dealing with children for a couple of hours a day. I was wrong though. Dealing with children who just got out of school, and who have been there for eight hours, was sometimes a handful. Last semester, it was difficult, but this semester was a little bit easier. My students were better, my availability to go was better, and it was a better experience this semester. These students showed me many more aspects that there is to teaching, and it was such a memorable experience being a tutor for two semesters.

everybody, so it must be our eyes." She looked at me and told me, "You

This will be my ninth week working with Community Partnership of the Ozark. During this week I was able to help set up for a Triple P training and I also began to read my Facilitators manual for the Triple P training I took last week on level 2.I set up for a level 3 training, I set up the tables and chairs in a U shape in order to create equality and interaction. I also made sure they had all the materials required in order to do the training. The training is intended for parents with children ages 0-12. Level 3 consists of a four session intervention, target parents of children with mild to moderate behavior difficulties and includes active skills training for parents (Ralph and Sanders). Level 3 is a face to face or telephone intervention

"Louis McClymont, the nurse will see you know."As I took the dreaded walk to treatment room B, my fear of needles began to take over, the only time I ever had a jag before was when I was a baby, and that was too long ago to remember. I took a seat on the administering table; the nurse could see my body was shaking with fear. She tried to distract me from the enormous needle that was heading my way. "You're having a jag for yellow fever, where are you going?"

It almost seems as though it were yesterday when I would shut off the lights, slam the door, ferociously hop on my bed, and read my favorite book until my eyelids simply couldn't handle their own weight. Of course my parents would make a routine check in my room to tell me goodnight so I had to read with great caution, for if my mom were to catch me reading after bedtime, there would certainly be consequences. Though through my little and inexperienced mind, I believed this risk was well worth it, because this turned out to be the first chapter book I had enjoyed from beginning to end: Among the Hidden.

I have a confession to make. I do not play multiplayer first person shooters. To be more accurate, I don’t play multiplayer at all if I can help it. I’m the sort of gamer that likes to keep to himself. Gaming for me is about escaping the real world for a few hours and becoming someone other than my normal self. I find I best achieve this in vast, open-world RPG’s and strong story driven games. I find if I am playing an MMO game like World of Warcraft and MamaMia66 comes across my path, this kinda breaks the immersion for me.

Life is different in driving.Sitting in the passenger seat is completely different POV then when driving. When being the driver it is worrying. Every time you drive, you are putting your life at risk and the other drivers around you.

My voice is heard through my writing; although seemingly silent within the language of ink veiled across my paper, it is powerful, deafening, resilient. I speak my mind without speaking, and it is, to me, somehow worth more than any vibration of vocal cords. When writing, I am free; free to clearly express thoughts that usually turn into a muddled mess on my tongue; free to “say” what I wish; free to be

I had a pretty good weekend you could say depending on the things i did this weekend.

My Grandmother passed on a few months back. It wasn't a sudden thing. It was bound to happen. I was remaining in the kitchen with my father when he grabbed the telephone. He glared, flicked his eyes to me, to my mom then back to me. He murmured a few affirmations then said, "That is fine. I'll be there in the blink of an eye, much obliged." He set the telephone down on the table, and just quickly, I think I discovered a temporary look of a grin.

My heart began to beat a little faster as the sound of the plane engine rumbled throughout the cabin. The day I’d fantasized about for weeks had finally arrived. I was aboard a plane headed to Orlando for one of the biggest cheer completions in the U.S. As we taxied down the runway and my stomach tightened. Was it excitement, anxiety, or nerves? I wasn’t sure, but I embraced it all with a smile.

My biggest enemy was myself, I was stopping myself from doing the one dream I’ve had my entire life. Maybe because I was scared, scared of being judged by those around me or maybe it was that I was scared of failure. “It is not failure itself that holds you back; it is the fear of failure that paralyzes you.” - Brian Tracy. Somehow I realized that if I wanted my dream to come true, I couldn’t keep waiting for me to be “ready” and that if I kept waiting to be ready I’d be waiting my whole life. So I took charge and I posted my first youtube video.