Personal Narrative : A Story?

irregular gasping breath and erratic heart beat in my ears. I managed to push myself up and tried to

So, now suddenly I was in an entirely new environment and scared out of my mind. I could see all of my dreams crashing and burning right before my eyes.

Sometimes, politically powerful men do unexpected things. LBJ was a proud Texan. LBJ signed the Civil Rights Act of 1964 because of his strong principle beliefs. When he was a young adult he was a teacher for a segregated school and used part of his paycheck on them. I know LBJ's choice was principle because he was a teacher for a segregated school, he was willing to give up his chance at the next presidency, and he got the chance to give his own opinion.

LBJ was horrible at speaking on TV and live performances, but he was a great people person. He would contact and meet every man who had an influence in Capital Hill and made sure that they liked him. Within the world’s most exclusive club in politics there existed an “Inner Club” which carried a higher power. A powerful man in this “Inner Club” was known as Richard Russell. LBJ know that this “Inner Club” held a high influence and it would smash anyone or any group that

“An evangelist of extremism who defended the John Birch Society, argued for making the Social Security system voluntary and mused aloud about defoliating Vietnam with nuclear weapons before being swept away in a Lyndon Johnson landslide.”(Grove,C01) In 1987, at age 85, and after a life in politics for five decades he retired from Senate. Afterwards, he became a gay rights activist.(Grove,C01) Although becoming a gay rights activist, it

All i could hear was the faint yelp of a gravely injured man. As i looked around, i found the source of the adamant yelling.

A searing pain gripping my entire body. Unholy screams tearing through my ears. Unable to breath, unable to move, it felt like I was being compressed into a marble and torn into a billion pieces at the same time. The event lasted for what seemed like a lifetime, and then... it just stopped. I was left with an understanding.

I had begun to walk around this new environment. As I walked further down the walkway the sounds that surrounded me began to get

I was about to turn around to face the familiarity of the voice when I hear a deafening explosion to my right. I did what anyone would under the circumstances. I cowered beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the flames.

People in politics will do anything to prove that they are good enough to get the vote of the citizens of America. From working hard to showing that they are worthy voting for. Some people thought it was principle, some people thought it was politics that lead Johnson to make the decisions he was making.

“We have to get them out of there!” I heard voices yelling out in the distance, but was to lightheaded to know where they were coming from.

“That explains why none of them looked like him,” Lola said. The mother kind of resembled him but that’s

I could feel the blood pounding in my chest. Blackness crept into the fringes of my vision. My voice was hoarse from screaming; I didn’t remember screaming though.

But I still remembered the moments that I did savored for a minute. I have too many memories to remember all of them so I only remember the bestimate ones and worst ones. And few unnessacury

Being opposed to his father and Brother a majority of his life he refused to attend his fathers funeral inf 1972, or even the funeral of his brother in 1971 due do a car accident.