Personal Narrative Analysis

From the moment I was able to tie my shoes and button my jacket, I knew I wanted to be a doctor. While all my classmates at the La Petite Academy made macaroni trees and smiley faces, I drew myself with a stethoscope curing a poor man with the cold. Every year in elementary school, we had career day. Never straying from my love to helping others I wanted to be a surgeon one year, to a dentist the next, and even an obstetrician, I changed my mind quickly once I found out what they did. Looking back on my childhood, I always had a connection with animals and always loved being around them. Early mornings I would open our nearly frozen-shut windows listening to the birds calling. Beside from the squawking of the crows, I heard a soft, pleasant yet curious bird call. It stuck out to me

I’ve been taught from an early age to believe that no dream is ever too grandiose. Therefore, I took it upon myself to not only dream but to also work tirelessly towards making my dreams, my reality. I’m the product of the garment hemmed and fitted by multiple hands- family, friends, mentors, and strangers included. I’m made aware that my fate lies only in my hands and to never wait for someone else to decide it solely based on their limited view. Also from an early age, the difference between being ordinary and extraordinary was heavily instilled upon me. To numerous people of similar background, graduating high school and going on to attend college is extraordinary- a grand accomplishment in fact. Similarly, balancing 18 credit hours of classes, working 16 hours during the school week and volunteering on the weekends while maintaining

In the first part of the podcast it spoke about Dr. William Beaumont and Alexis St. Martin. It all started when St. Martin got shot and Beaumont helped him because he was a doctor in the army at that moment. St. Martin ended up well but his “bullet hole” never closed it only had a flap of skin over it. After a while Beaumont started putting food tied to a string down the hole in his stomach and took it out every hour and wrote in his journal how long it took each item of food he put in to disappear. The big discovery was when Beaumont put some crumbs of bread in the inner surface of the stomach. After a few minutes he saw some little white pimple like eruptions on the wall of the stomach and some type of “juice “that was clear and transparent.

Does normal really exist? Is it all a myth? Could it be something to actually worry about? No, it can’t be. Normal simply does not exist outside of the human mind. A person’s ability to think is a great power but sometimes their insecurities really get the best of them. Take the dreamlike concept of normal for example.

Kevin and I stepped into a whole new world in the fall of 2009. We began our degree program at Emmanuel School of Religion, which is now called Emmanuel Christian Seminary. We were working on our Masters of Arts and Religion. I was excited and nervous about going back to college. Our first day was terrifying. Kevin and I attended orientation the week prior to classes starting. There was a definite realization this academic program was going to be a challenge. However, I wanted a challenge. On the first day of class, we started with Greek. Our professor was Dr. Marwede. He opened the class with a test. He came over to my chair first and handed me a paper with a list of Greek words on it. My immediate reaction was shock, which Dr. Marwede realized I was overwhelmed by the look on my face. He told the class we could take it home as homework. Many of the students in the Greek class had previous experience with Greek; however, Kevin and I had no knowledge at all. We were overwhelmed. We were assigned five chapters and told to return the next day for a quiz with our homework.

I remember lying face first on the couch, tears streaming down my face, for reasons that I did not understand. At the time I was only eight years old, so my understanding of the world, and my understanding of myself was relatively small. I would stare up at my ceiling, as the clock continued to tick, worrying about things that would seem trivial to other people. Living my life thinking that I was abnormal was something that I struggled with daily, it tormented me. Eventually my family brought me to a doctor, trying desperately to find out what was wrong with the inter-mechanisms of my mind. I ended up being treated for anxiety, something that seemed to follow me throughout all of my waking hours. I spent year upon year learning to control

I was convinced at one point in my life that I wouldn't graduate high school, let alone get a college degree. I grew up in a broken home, where there was physical, emotional, mental, and sexual abuse. This all had a tremendous affect on me as a young girl, well into my teenage years, and early adult hood, and significantly impacted the choices I made for myself at the time. I moved out of my home at the age of 15 after my mother remarried, I went to live with a friend which I thought at that time was a great idea. It wasn't long after that I began smoking marijuana, doing cocaine, drinking and taking rohypno. I was hanging out with all the wrong people, and I stopped going to school for over a month my junior year. One morning after I had drank

Walking the overgrown paths in the expansive woods behind my house, I tried again to escape the claustrophobia of the cul-de-sac and the boredom of a small town. The forest was my sanctuary, and I walked knowing every rock, root, and bush. Then suddenly, it was different. My eyes hit the familiar clearing ahead, and I launched into a sprint through the underbrush, leaping up and over the barbed wire-topped rock wall. Landing with a whoop of delight, I eyed the novelty, a huge, brown steer, staring back at me. Molten joy turned to icy fear, and the steer began to charge. Thirty seconds of terror later, I noticed two things as I heaved against a maple tree: my now dung-covered shoes were ruined, and my curiosity was finally piqued.

Once upon a time, there was an illegal immigrant named Rosa she came from a poor family and her mother left her when she was 4 years old for another man.

When I was born, my older sister was two years old at the time, and she had already gotten used to being adored by everyone and wasn't pleased with me coming into the picture. This has caused a problem between us that has still not been addressed today. During our childhood and sometimes even today, she would bully and humiliate me. In front of people she would make fun of how I looked or acted and would ostracized from activities. As we grew up, her jealousy only grew. I was always getting excellent grades in school, making people laugh, and listening to our parents. She on the other hand had a much harder time. As her resentment grew for me, I started to resent her since she had made me feel insignificant, ugly, and unworthy of anyone's affection. She moved out of my dad's house at age 15

Growing up I had always been into action sports from riding BMX bikes, racing dirt bikes, snowboarding all the way to boogie boarding hurricane sized waves at the Jersey Shore. I loved it all. I will always remember watching Tony Hawk jump over a car on his skateboard at Six Flags. As a kid, watching professionals do unimaginable tricks sparked something inside of me.

I have been fired from four different jobs over the years. The effects of the most recent event took it’s toll on me, and plugged me into a depression. Victimhood was living well in my behavior. Amazingly, through a string of events, my depression lifted and I was on my way to being the man I wanted to be. During those early years of depression, I was aware of my emotions like a child is aware they don’t feel good, but can’t really tell you why.

When it was my time to help other people and their families it was such a great experience because I never knew how felt if the hurricane and how would they feel if they didn’t have a home to go to. When I met this one lady she was crying because only she could think about is her home and if she will be able to have a home to go back too after all this over. But everybody knew they wasn’t destroyed. It’s sad how all these families had to travel to Augusta just because it was a hurricane. It’s also bad because these kids had to travel because they didn’t know why where they staying in our gym. Even though they didn’t bring anything, we made sure they had everything they needed and also made sure they were comfortable. When they got there we

While growing up, people are often saying to others the same cliche things over and over again about taking things for granted, such as “life is short, live every moment like it’s you’re last” and “don’t take anything for granted, it could happen to you”. Both of these phrases applied to me this summer more than I would have prefered. This summer I went through a life changing car accident that brought me back down to reality and helped me realize how I blessed I am to have the things I do in life.

I was really busy this summer the first thing I did this summer was go fishing with my cousin and my aunt’s boyfriend. The biggest fish was a huge 18 inch bass also I caught with that was about 30 other fish by myself. It was a long day we was on the boat for about 4 to 5 hours I was starving after the end of that.