Who Is Alive?-Personal Narrative

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

Twenty-six years ago I a 17-year-old boy joined the United States Army. I served my country faithfully for 22 years, two months and four days; I served in the Transportation Corps. My time in the army was a special period in my life. I gain a lot of life experiences as well as professional ones; the military shaped and molded me into the husband, father son, and brother that I am today. During my service, I grew up and learned several life lessons that would serve me well in and out of the army. To get a real understand on how the military shaped me into the person, I am today; I must first give you some insight into the person I was before I left for basic training. I graduated high school in 1991 just four months’ shy of my 18th birthday;

The blurring vision of the swirling snow started to clear and he saw a white figure made of three huge spheres of snow. A carrot was stuck in the first one and a hat lay at the top. Jonas couldn’t quite perceive the word for it. He was so distracted in wondering about it that before he could do anything, the sledge went out control, and accelerated frantically into the snow figure. In the blink of an eye, the figure had been smashed by the speeding sledge which was brought to a halt by the thick snow.

Do you ever wonder how insanity comes about through the brain? Paul is the main character in the story “Silent Snow, Secret Snow”. Snow is what paul struggles with throughout the story. It represents the sanity that he has. Whether it is a large or small amount the snow is constantly there. He goes through the story accepting the snow but his parents do not. He then locks himself in his room and just let’s the snow take over him. `In the story “Silent Snow, Secret Snow,” the snow represents the clarity of Paul going insane as the snow is not truly there, the snow clouds his thoughts, and it speaks to him.

A lone candle burns into the senseless night. Its wax trickling down its side. I stare at the clock and it is barely half past nine, yet time seems to stand still. I stare at the window and investigate the nasty mesmerizing blizzard falling outside my window. I could not grasp anything other than the snow. All I can do is moan as each passing second this bloody snow lingers and destroys my vision of a perfect Christmas, in which Santa would come and visit me in my sleep. At the time I was only four but I treasured Christmas and the snow surrounding it. Little did I know the damage that it would entail into my life.

The reader introduces a story called "Snowman". Living in a place that seems to be in contact with others, Snowman does his utmost to psychologically survive. He set up a temporary shelter on the beach, describing his living environment and diet. The reality of his living conditions is expressed in the original description of the environment. Melancholy mood comes from the snowman's inherent sadness. His few interactions with Craker's kid only aggravate the conversations between them because most of them are unfamiliar with the world to which the snowman comes.

Kneeling on the frozen snow nor feeling nor knowing what is beneath me?…. my cells are no longer responding… My body is shivering, begging me to stop…….My hands are pale as if my blood has frozen, barely moving, barely thinking, barely conscious. My glim of hope vanishing as I realise I won’t survive in this vast of white snow… Lost the sense of direction. How many days have I travelled? Believing in a glim that goes nowhere. Am I going insane? Not knowing the date nor the time nor someone to talk to but only myself. Only if my friend was here… What am I talking about his already dead. How did he die ? I can’t remember well? We were walking nearby a river hoping if we follow the current it may lead us to people,I heard a splash I turned my back and he was into the cold water, I helped him to get up but his foot got stuck into a puddle pulling his head under the water, he was struggling I tried to pull him towards me but I was too exhausted, as he was drowning I saw his face expression it gave me a

As the last days of winter came, Mr. Snow was now just a pile of lumpy, lifeless, dead looking pile of white snow on the ground. I just sat there looking at him not saying a word. Charlie was there with me looking sad and mourning the loss of our snowman that we built. It was fun while it

Weeks later, as Snowman stares into the familiar bright green eyes, he thinks back to what led him here, forgetting the fact that in a few moments, his whole world will be turned upside down.

The boy took comfort in believing that if the snowman were rescued by bringing the snowman in the house, the snowman would be saved. The snowman believed that by staying outside, no harm would come to him and he was not alone or afraid of the incoming weather, because he had nothing to fear of living outside alone and in the dark. The boy and the snowman lived two diverse lives, one that could never be meshed together because of the scientific fact that one character lived a cold life and the other character lived a life in which there was warmth.

The book ends in a very similar manner. Snowman is back

Naturally. (p. 432) The narrator only represents the thoughts and feelings of Snowman. He does not tell what the people Snowman talks about think or feel.

In Chapter 2 the first section, is titled Bonfire. In this section, we finally learn Snowman’s real name is Jimmy. He starts of recalling memories from the past like that he burnt his hair with his mom’s lighter. The second section is titled Inorganic Farms. In Organic Farms, is where Jimmy’s father worked. Jimmy’s father is an important person because he contributed to the “pigeon project”. The pigeon project was when human organs were used for transplantation. This section ends with Jimmy’s luxurious childhood home being described. The final section of this chapter is titled Lunch. In

Snowman’s fixation with words that are no longer of any consequence conveys to the reader that without the language

It was a frigid day in December. I wore so many clothes that I looked like a penguin. Every breath I took makes a small cloud and scattered. The gloves I worn seemed to be mildness like paws. The buildings behind me were covered by the thick snow. The wall became more brick-red because of the spotless white snow. Some snowflakes drift down on my hair gently. The snow was heavy, but not much wind. My friends bounced from worm house and laughed to me. “We should build a snowman. The snow is heavy enough.” One of my friends advised. We all cheered and started to pile the snow together.