Summary: Personal Narrative Of My Life

Throughout my childhood I could never say I had the most exciting life, even now I can still say that about my daily routine. Although my family put effort into nurturing me into a well-rounded member of society since youth, I never felt any change or progress personally; it was more as if I simply adapted to whatever expectations my elders had of me. I know this feeling did not apply to me only, in fact, I was once in a classroom full of fifty-two people who accommodated to whatever came their way.

It was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice.

When I arrived to the emergency room, the doctors started doing some test on me where they found me very skinny and that´s why I had to be intubated. It was really a long day not knowing what was wrong with me. After a while a doctor came back with the test results and found out the real reason of my sickness. The blood that I saw on the floor of my bathroom was a small vaginal tear for carrying something heavy during those days and the virus that I had was not the flu but I was expecting my first child. The surprise was even bigger when I went for my first visit to the gynecologist, where I don´t only found out that I was expecting a beautiful princess, but she was on her sixth month. Everything related to my baby was just fine, but due to the vaginal tear I had to stay in bed for the next 3 months, to avoid any complications. The big day arrived on December 29, 2007, where my Princess Gabriella was born and it was the most unforgettable moment in my life. At it was the most beautiful virus in the universe but that was not all; 11 months later Samuel my second son was born and yes and it was another virus’s disease discovered at 5

I was 33 years old on November 9th, 2000. My family was made of myself, my husband, Doug, my daughter, Haley, and our dog, Josie. Haley was only 2 years and 9 months old at the time of the birth of her new baby brother, but I wasn’t quite sure how she would handle not having all of the attention. I could tell something was off from the moment I woke up that day. To start, Haley wouldn’t stop crying from the moment she woke up. As for me, I was feeling sick, and was having a few contractions here and there. I was packing my things for the hospital because I was scheduled to have a C-section November 10th. Afternoon came and my condition was getting worse and worse, things got so bad that Doug and I decided we should go to the hospital. I was mortified because I just needed the baby to wait a couple more hours. I could not have this baby come out of the birth canal, my

“Just relax” she says as I try to sit up and helps me lay back down. “Where is Aleshia?” I ask. “Dont worry” the nurse says “she's just in the other room, would you like me to bring her in?” As she comes into the room a wave of calm hits me she steadies me. She doesn't say anything but just climbs up on the bed and lays down beside me. I don't understand why this is happening to me, I'm a healthy person, I tell myself. But here I am one week later waiting for my first chemotherapy appointment. Calling my mother was so hard she cried, so did I. She agreed to take Aleshia while I stuck in the hospital and if… no the doctor said thinking about that won't help me get any better. The months went by like seconds The change that my body went through was shocking I was thin and horribly frail and months earlier when my hair began falling out in large sections I had it all shaved off. From the beginning I always had this moment pictured in the back of my mind but I kept on pushing it away but now it seems to be sneaking up on me. Getting closer every day, hour, minute. I can feel the life draining out of me and I know that I don’t have much time left. One night Aleshia and my mom come to see me and I can barely get any words out the nurses and doctors are in a panic and everything is chaos but all I see is my daughters face. I see her lips mouth I love you and then

The way I am today directly reflects the way in which I was raised. The teachings of being smart with money, always using your manners, and always doing the right thing have helped to build my character as I have grown up. The community I lived in was very enjoyable where everyone was respected and friendly toward each other. The implemented rules and things we did as a family have stuck with me and helped shape the way I am today.

Growing up I didn't have the most stable environment. When I was young my parents separated, and my mother had to work tiresome shifts at her job to keep us afloat. My two elder sisters had already entered their rebellious teenager phase and took up most of my mother's time. Since my mother was constantly working, the responsibility of taking care of me split between my family and a myriad of babysitters. Sometimes that meant my sisters had to begrudgingly drag me along with them on outings with their friends, and other times, it meant I had to follow my mother to work and wait patiently for hours until she finished. On the occasion that there wasn’t anyone available to babysit me, I stayed home alone.

October 16, 2011, Michigan Nationals vs. Lansing Spartans. The Nationals leading scorer Darin Mihelac, I look down at the jersey I am about to put on, on the back it says Mihelac in red under it the big forty-seven, the one my teammates always looked to for big plays to carry them into the playoffs for the last two seasons, me, the one that felt the pressure of every single loss my team had, the one that felt it was my fault every time they lost. Fast forward to the second period of the game I grab the rebound from the bottom of the circle from the left side of our net, “SKATE!” what I heard every time I had the puck and I always listened so I put my head down looking up every other second. Once I get to the Lansing blue line there was one defenseman who didn’t open the hips quick enough and right around the outside, I get to the Spartans goalies right side circle I wind up a wrist shot and over the goalies right shoulder I heard the same “WOOO!” thirty-three times that season. But what I felt there was always an open pass that I see every time I now hear that “SKATE!” I feel I let somebody that had a more open shot. That is just one experience of me being self centered in my life. It was being self centered because I did not pass it to my teammates and

The war was coming, and we all knew it. The bomb dropped on Hiroshima, or even Nagasaki, would be considered a dust mite in comparison to what the world had now. Families had begun digging up safe rooms, others buying places to live in mountains or underground. Only the wealthy were assured of safety, and we all knew that the government had plans for them. The general population didn’t get to know the plans we were just stuck, and we all knew that out days were dwindling.

There’s something about writing your raw emotions on a piece of paper that allows your spirit to run free and hold no boundaries of what you can think of and it's only the moments in life that can fuel the locked potential inside you. The epiphany of my life was actually closer to this present time than in the past, about last year my family moved from New haven to Branford. In New haven I was in a program which allowed me to go to Wallingford as a district school and I spent 6 years in this program making friends and going to school all I knew from my elementary to highschool period from then was Wallingford. While schooling in Wallingford district living in New haven I had developed a skill of poetry in the midst of 8th grade. I found that

Tim sat on my bed with just his boxers on later that night. His chest looked delicate, pale and his collarbone thicker than usual. “You're not doing this vegetarian thing for me, right?”

I know the nurses always commented on how strong and brave I was because they said they would have never been able to stay in bed as long as I did. My oldest daughter was almost three and she was at home having night terrors. I went to the doctors and then the hospital and admitted and she had no idea what happened to me. My husband parents came in from Las Vegas to help with my daughter. One day my doctor that I was assigned to at the hospital came in my room and said we needed to talk. He started explaining to us anything and everything that could be wrong or go wrong due to a preterm birth. There was so much information and finally we had to tell him to stop. I told him "Whatever happens, happens. This is in God's hands now and out of our control. I tried and did everything I could to give him a fighting chance". The had me on a terbutaline pump to help with contractions. The hours, days and weeks, went by until one night my water broke. I called the nurse and they did some test and said it was not my water, but I knew it was because I felt the gust of warm liquid come out. I think I started having some mild contractions because I was starting to get uncomfortable. The next morning my

In the first telling of my personal narrative, I did not consider including what had led me to a point where I began to embrace my identities and become proud of my heritage as Korean. There were many factors that led me to be who I am today. The reason for leaving out the information was because there were so many people and occurrences that led me to the point where I am now. For example, moving to different elementary school where there were more diverse body of students, annually performing at the Mosaic in the Korean pavilion, my parents being a positive role model, and becoming a volunteer teacher at the Korean Language School are some of the reasons which have led me to be who I am today. As I was surrounded by people who were interested

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

It was an incredibly normal summer day. The sunlight on my skin was a euphoric distraction from the everyday stress of my life, the sound of the waves coming off Norway Lake a rhythm that nearly had me sleeping. The sand stinging my back and legs was a cruel reminder that the nirvana I was experiencing only came from forgetting what was really going on around me. My best friend Justin was going to be showing up soon. I had to work later that night, and my mother had a court date early in the morning the next day, so I knew that I’d have to wake up early to make breakfast for my family and help my mom get paperwork together.