Personal Narrative: A Day With Chase Moller

On Sunday, August 2, 2015, approximately 1805 hours, I was dispatch to Magnolia Assisted Living, 964 South Main Street, for a suspicious person report. Upon my arrival I met with the complainant, Ms. St John. St John stated a suspicious person had urinated in the back of the building and stumbled across the street. St John stated the subject walked across the street towards the Pavilion, 949 South Main Street. St John advised me he was a white male with a brown shirt, blue jeans and brown hair

I met with Carman Mitchell to have an interview regarding their non-profit company and to fill out paperwork she needed for the company. Also, she gave me an orientation and training. The company is located in the city of Centerline and they rent a spot in a Catholic Church building that is quite old. The church used to be called St. Clement Catholic Church and was in service from 1854 until 2007. Coincidently, I remember attending this church with my grandmother as a child for Christmas Eve mass. As of June 30, 2012, the church is named St. Mary, Our Lady Queen of Families. Moreover, I did not get to see the whole inside of the space they are occupying in the building. I observed the reception type area and then a hallway that had various rooms. Carman took me into a room which was her office and it had an older computer, tables, old carpeting, and filing cabinets. There was sufficient work space which was nice.

I believe that everyone lives life in a different ways. There isn’t a certain way to follow in life. You have to make life fun and live it to the fullest. Whether it be by yourself or with somebody you love. To me I don’t think anyone should be individual their whole life. Everyone should have somebody male/ female that they can be happy with. Life is full of surprises and it throws new things at us every day.

After the the first shot I took my mind went blank. The adrenaline that flowed throughout my body, the feelings of rush, excitement, and success all in one combination of emotions. These were the feelings I had no idea excited until after that moment. Although I had a slight ache in my shoulder due to the force of the 12 gauge shotgun pushing against my shoulder. I was at a lost of words my only reactions was to run, run as fast as I could to get to the dying turkey. Once there the turkey was not fully dead yet It was still flopping around and blood camp oozing out splattering me. Looking at the suffering bird I places my boot on it head to the ground, then grabbed the turkey's body pulling it so its

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

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and Vontrell Williams always made it their business to get me back on my feet. The trainers would change my bandages daily, and I was sidelined. The following Spring 2014 I hoped to get healthy enough to get invited to camp because I never been. My goal was to always step on the field. Everything that I was going through was going to be worth it if I just got one second on the field. Summer 2014 I worked 40 hours a week, participated in all team activities and workouts, while taking two classes. I worked so hard to make camp and was told that I was going. The very first day of camp when everyone was getting ready, I found out that I would no longer be going. I was told if someone got hurt, I would be the first to replace him. Another terrible

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When I got fired from my job over the summer I realized there wasn't a lot to do. I was bored. This led to me exploring the woods around my house.I found lots of things, old oil cans, empty budweisers, and coyote traps, but the biggest thing I found was a trailer.

The move across town had me excited about the new house, sad about changing schools, and happy to have found a best friend in the end. The summer before ninth grade my mother moved to her first home in the beautiful historic Old Cloverdale. Our new home was a four bedroom, two-bathroom single level home on Park Ave. The great front porch, spacious rooms, and nice sized kitchen was a huge change from our old apartment.

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“Without patience, we will learn less in life, we will see less in life, we will feel less in life, we will hear less in life, ironically, more and more usually mean less.” ~ Mother Teresa

“We can go on a hike and have a picnic. I know a trail that at the end of it there is a gazebo that looks over the forest. We can go on that trail.” said Lauren and Kyle’s mom.

There I was, my friend Mason and I roughly 50 yards from his house. It was a chilly eerie night, although we still decided to walk to get our favorite ice cream from Mo Cones. The ice cream had me shivering at every bite, although it tasted so tremendous, I didn't care at all. We were walking back to his house, then we heard a noise. Little did we know this was going to be the most eventful night of our lives.

It all started my senior year of high School, we knew this season would be rough considering we lost eight seniors on the varsity basketball team. Five of which all started every game of the year. We knew we had a tough road ahead of us but looking back we never realized just how tough it was going to be. There were three seniors going into the 2016 girls’ varsity basketball season including me. And only one returning varsity player that wasn’t a senior. We ended up with me as the only starting senior, a junior, two sophomores’, and a freshman. The other teams probably thought our coach was crazy to say the least.