Rbc Personal Narrative

Reaching across the center console of my car, I imagined the commute that I had into school. My 1992 Jeep Cherokee courageously braved the snowstorm of the year, with only one functional windshield wiper and a forlorn four wheel drive system. As I turned onto the Merritt Parkway, a Honda Civic swerved past me and proceeded to weave in and out of the afternoon traffic. Fast-forward sixty seconds and that Honda was now engulfed by the powder white trees which bound the highway. Instinctively, I pulled up behind the crash site, dialing 911 as I ran over to the mangled wreck. I peered into the car, my pupils the size of marbles, and the driver seemed uninjured; regardless, I proceeded to reassure the driver that Emergency Medical Technician’s/Paramedic’s

Exemplified strong attention to detail and problem solving expertise to develop analysis and process improvement recommendations to create solutions that drive measureable desired results while meeting client and team satisfaction.

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.

Mercy Medical Center is where it all started. On August 4th, 2004, 6:47 p.m. I was born. My name all started as a simple idea 4 years before I was even born. It originated from an American singer-songwriter Shannon Hoon, the lead vocalist of Blind Melon. Eventually, Shannon had a daughter, and named her Nico Blue. My mom liked the name and decided she would name her first child that. Though my first name isn’t actually Nico, it’s Nicolynn. She added her middle name to the first half, leaving me with no middle name.

“You can have it,” he says. I smiled, I was so excited! I never thought he would give it to me. “Really?!” I ask. He started to look through more of his old things and took out some things and put them off to the side and I also looked through those boxes.

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

I can relate to B.J. from Tears of a Tiger to my own life. I can relate my life to B.J more than any other character. The first reason I can relate myself to B.J. is because I do not drink. “ Yeah we was drinkin’-- all cept’ B.J.-- he don’t drink.” proves that B.J. does not drink just like me. Another reason is I am to short to play basketball just like B.J. An example from the text is “ Naw, B.J. don’t play on the team-- he’s too short, but the four of us hang together.” And the last reason I can relate to him is because I do not pray very often like B.J. I pray in bad emergencies. “ I know I don’t pray very often, and I know you haven’t seen me in church lately, but I feel like I need to pray or something.” I have friends that I hang out

I have been employed as a Clinical Systems Analyst at Harbor UCLA since Late January 2009. Since my start I have been involved in addressing the needs of the Hospital Radiology Department. I was mainly tasked with identifying issues related to patient care and how IT systems support and address those issues. Many times it was the lack of properly implementing current systems and having qualified personnel available to address issues as they arrived.

“Connor, mom and I are going to make breakfast without dairy for you in about 15 minutes. We’ll need to leave our house at noon since we need to be there by 1:00 P.M.,” my dad claimed. After knowing this, I got a glass of refreshing ice water, went into my family room, and I took my usual spot on our couch to watch some television. I knew I was nervous, but I didn’t want that to conquer my success. Once I was settled in, my siblings came stampeding into the family room.

The purpose of this memo is to state the topic I have chosen for my process report, and why it is worth presenting. I will also provide information as to how I plan to utilize the research needed for the topic that I have chosen.

I began my freshman year in August of 2013. I was nervous, not knowing what to expect. I was a very quiet and shy kid for as long as I can remember up until around my sophomore year. We were expected to select our classes for the upcoming year after being given a graduation requirement checklist and a link to the website that gave a paragraph describing each class. It was an overwhelming experience at the time and I ended up choosing Naval Science 1 (NJROTC) by mistake. The first day of school, merely barely having walked into the classroom I could tell that it was unlike any other class I had ever had. I was scared and told myself I would switch out. Every single day for probably four days I came home telling myself I would switch out of the

I’m Ralonda Holt and I am a 46 year old African American female born and raised in Dayton, Ohio. I am a wife of an amazing husband and father. Together we have 3 wonderful adult sons, John 28, Kris 27, and Josh 23, and blended. My husband and I will be married 28 years October 23, 2015. I enjoy being my own boss hosting marriage small groups, cycling, kayaking, ministry work, and spending quality time with my family and dear friends. As a young child, I grew up on the west side of Dayton in primarily a poor neighborhood. One thing that I noticed as a young child growing up in the projects is that everyone looked like me, had the same type of home as me, the same size front and backyard as me, and we all appeared to be in the same economic status.

I am Ripply, the people call me a goat, but they are wrong. I am a dog, I am for sure a dog. I am the third biggest animal here and the two horses are the biggest, Sweetness and Lexi. I was just starting to miss Daisy's bark and was a little sad that day. I was laying on my ramp, the ramp is like my only safe haven. And the man's big machine pulled up after two whole days away. The machine smelt funky so I got off of my ramp and followed the machine. The man's son hopped out first and said “Scoot back Ripply!” so I moved away from the door. The man was leaning into the back of the seat and started talking. His door flew open and a huge animal tried jumping out, I ba’ad and took off towards my ramp. The other dogs were surrounding the new animal blocking my view to see was it was, the people led the animal into the house and I didn’t hear anything about it until next morning.

The person who was the most influential being in my life has been Sgt. Yost. He let me know he cared, he made me understand my sense of worth as a student, and showed me what i was capable of academically. To provide someone with the same experience i received in education would be an everlasting experience. The opportunity to give back to my community, alongside my credentials in leadership based programs influence me to ignite an evergreen passion in the hearts of those in my community

Since April of 2012, I have worked full-time at CARF International, an international accrediting body of health and human service providers. During my tenure at CARF, I have held varying roles including staff assistant, learning technology specialist, and research assistant, wherein I have had the opportunity to work with a variety of business units and stakeholders. My work experience at CARF has allowed me to see firsthand how different units feed off of each other in order to accomplish a common mission; in our case, of improving the lives of persons served in the programs in which we accredit.