Personal Story Essay

office that can tell you a good story or two. Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t stop to have a seat on this file cabinet and share a story or two with me. I enjoy every minute of it. I love hearing other people’s stories and how they connect us, but most importantly as Robert Coles states in his book, The Call of Stories: Teaching and the Moral Imagination, (1989) that we learn lasting moral lessons through stories. Storytelling, in the form of both personal narratives and the established

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. “Mike, I need you to come to my house, something happen to Jessica.” I snatched my things and ran to my car. It was pouring rain. I put my keys in the ignition as fast as I possibly could, and hit the gas pedal with all the force in my body. Jessica is my 17 year old daughter,

and drooled so much. Not the ideal dog for me. However, I did ask for a dog and got one so I was happy none the less. As Ivan grew older I began to really attach to him, and he really adapted to our family. Overall Ivan was a really good dog, but my story does not end here.

Do you even care? What's wrong with you? Do you really think you're cut out for this? Katrina had heard this entire speech before, courtesy of Nicole Ellis (and more recently Michael Rodriguez), and her mind automatically began to tune the doctor out. It was all too familiar, and she could almost hear the voice of her mother on the phone the night before. The warm chocolate of Katrina's eyes turned steely as Dr. Miller spoke, and she adjusted herself on the couch, picking her feet up and tucking

A few years ago on a brisk day during Summer break, I went outside for a bike ride with my little sisters. As we were pulling our bikes out of their places on a bike rack, a small meow appeared in the soft breeze. Each of us looked around the yard, in search of who the meow belonged to. I was searching near one of our cars, and I had spotted a small, fluffy ball of fur hiding behind a tire. I calmly tiptoed over to the car, careful to not scare the furry creature. I leaned down on my knees and peered

“Not again!,” I moaned, looking into the mirror. I was examining my face, touching all the red, wet, eczema above my eyes. “Come on!” my brother screamed. It was a Saturday morning. He was playing video games, being attracted to tech, and basically other teenager stuff. Him yelling at the TV reminded me that it was the weekend. I’ll just play video games. That will keep me distracted. I went to the PS4, and started playing. A huge

Catron engages her audience by using her own personal story. This is seen since she uses the personal pronoun I. Through the personal story the audience gets to hear Catron’s thoughts and feelings which makes it more interesting to read. Furthermore, the article is at times relatable. For example, when the acquaintance flirts Catron responds: “I grinned and gulped my beer as he listed two more commonalities.” Being relatable the article captivates more readers as they can picture themselves in Catron’s

My own personal story with self-harm began in ninth grade. I can remember sitting in my room feeling overwhelmed and confused. I didn’t know what to do so I turned to self-harm. I had remembered that a friend of mine in seventh grade had struggled with self-harm. I knew how hard it was for her to stop and the pain she went through, but that didn’t stop me from doing it. I was determined not to feel this way, I wanted the pain to end and not to feel so out-of-place. At the time I thought it would

A testimony is a personal story of what God has done in one’s life, the story of one’s conversion. Many people have dramatic testimonies of God rescuing them from death and destruction. Others have stories a little less dramatic; nevertheless they are life-changing. We truly leave the kingdom of darkness for the kingdom of light. C. S. Lewis puts it this way: “It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like

1. We all have an underdog personal story that happens in the past. Mine, took place in 2012 when I was 13 years old. I was a pee-wee and I was one of the best player of the league, but at the pee-wee level there’s not contact. During the season a bantam team call me up for one game until the weekend. I accepted their invitation with a lot of enthusiasm for sure. The first time I enter into the bantam room, I saw that they were taller and really bigger than me. Of course, they saw that I was a pee-wee