Personal Narrative Essay

Have you seen my husband? Is all my mom was shouting as she held my hand tightly, running back and forth through the hospital? A receptionist sent us to a room, which felt like coming into an isolated mausoleum. The cold air enveloped my entire body, ice has replaced my spine and numbness is all my fingers felt. The room was somber dark, dead silence; the only sound heard was the heart machine ... Beep … Beep. There wasn’t anything more traumatizing then seeing my father lain on the bed, unresponsive, tubes coming from out mouth and nose. The sadness and desperation in his eyes broke my heart. All of sudden the heart monitor went off with a loud buzzing sound. A nurse jumped out of nowhere “Code Blue”, in matter of seconds 4 nurses and a doctor surrounded my father, my mom and I mindset was at a shock, like were able to see what was happening but couldn’t do anything our body was some glued to the floor. The doctors and nurses tired to help my father but it was too late,

Last December, I came home from practice to find my mother on the floor of the living room, hardly breathing. I dropped to her side, begging her to tell me what was wrong, and she whispered that she was having a heart attack. Upon hearing that, my actions became erratic; I was hyper-aware of my heart, of time, of the phone I could not keep still in my shaking hands as I called for help. After waiting in painful apprehension, two paramedics would walk in, put my mother on a stretcher, and carry her out. I would give them her prescription medicine and wrote down the name of the hospital she would be going to. Then, they would take her away, and I would be alone in a house of utter silence. Something about the silence allowed me to ruminate over

I could tell you so much about me like I have moved 3 times with my mom but never with my dad, or I could tell you more about when I lost my cat Egon but that is not what I am going to tell you about. Today I will be telling you about all about me.

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

“Mom, please help!” I shouted through the house. Through the eyes of a ten year old getting ready for school, I hear my father gasping for air, I ran to his aid in panic. Discovering him in sweat and discomfort, I watched him in terror clutching his hand so tight in a fist across his chest dissolving in pressure and pain. My mother getting ready for another long day of work and my two older brothers already gone for school, I felt all alone. I acted quickly trying to do as much as a ten year old knew how to but, I soon realized it was out of my hands the body covered in sweat with hands that were clenched a second ago went limp his forehead and gaze felt cold and vanished . I lost my father. I felt helpless as my mother called 911 for help. I laid next to my father and promised that I never want to feel this helpless again.

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

Outside the studio apartment in Hollywood, Eddie notices an entry call access system. Buzzing to her studio 103, the entryway unlocks and invites her in. With her overnight bag in

A few years ago cheerleading was a huge part of my life. I was on two competitive teams that worked hard three days a week to perfect our routines. When we were not practicing we were encouraged to attend open gyms which were aimed at practicing our tumbling skills. I attended the open gym being held one day not knowing that it would be my last. As I landed a one handed cartwheel my knee was twisted so drastically that I heard a loud pop that followed up with intense pain. After icing it and resting for a few days, I started to interpret my pain as being more serious due to the fact that it was giving out on me while doing daily tasks. I also had two close friends that had torn ligaments in their knees that needed repaired with surgery, so

I am particularly proud of the fact that I did well in my event during track season. I was asked by the track coach to run in an event that I have never done before--300 meter hurdles. At the beginning of the season my times were slow and my technique was poor. I watched the other hurdlers and emulated their effort. I took direction from the coach. As the season progressed, my times steadily improved. At the end of the season I competed for a spot in the regional finals. I am happy that I competed even though I didn’t make the finals. This experience demonstrates my self motivation, my ability to overcome stress and a degree of competence I didn’t know I had in a sport in which success is largely determined by individual effort. At

Auditions for the spring production of The Sound of Music quickly approached. My vocal chords did not understand the importance of that audition to me and refused to overcome my laryngitis. Rehearsing multiple times a day, drinking lemon tea with throat coat and Ricola, putting myself on vocal rest, I made every effort necessary to prepare. The day of auditions, I avoided all dairy and caffeine. After school, I nervously traversed the halls toward the choir room, every note of "That's Rich" from Newsies ringing through my head. Competitors passed audition forms throughout the room, and my hand deftly filled out the familiar paper.

In that short time, the pain I felt was unbearable. That type of pain was sudden and couldn't be escaped. I wasn’t sure what to do about it. The feeling of guilt had taken over me. It faded in and out, not leaving me. When we arrived at the hospital, my mom was quickly taken into the emergency room. I noticed how much the hospitals were different from the ones in Virginia. My aunt and I were told to sit in the waiting room. I could tell that she was trying very hard to keep herself together in front of me. We waited and waited. After about 2 and a half hours the doctors came out.

in 2014 I had done a lot of fundraising in the past year such as selling about 50 spam musubis a day plus cookies and brownies and even selling bentos and doughnuts ands finally trail mix bars during school. even outside of school I did fundraising from car washes to even mowing yards. eventually I made enough money with the help of all my family to get to go on the trip. I even made more money so I could relinquish it so I can buy gifts and such things like food. I'm not infallible at Japanese because it so happens that I cant read any of the signs that are in japan. when we landed in japan it was amazing because the airport was so huge and had paintings that look so amazing. when we got our luggage, it was pouring rain when we went outside to the bus. it was about an hour and a

My baby boy almost died the very day he was born. I remember it all so clearly. The doctor had already informed us of complications, but in our innocence we tried to ignore the fact that it could be life threatening. I began to push, pain shooting through me as though my whole body was being pulled in to multiple directions. My hands were gripping the side rails of the bed so tightly that you could see the imprint of the of the rails embedded in my skin. I was exhausted and felt like giving up. I pushed and pushed as hard as I could. Then suddenly, after an hour of pushing, it was time. I waited to hear that first cry, the first sound of my baby. But I heard nothing except for the shouts of doctor and nurses yelling for the resuscitation team. It was in that moment my world fell silent. It was like watching a silent movie in the late 1920s. People bustling all about, but without sound. Then I heard what sounded like a fire alarm in my ear. It was the telephone. People were calling wanting to know if he was here and my husband was talking to them. This call jolted me out of my silent film. I exclaimed loudly “No! I don’t want anyone here! Not yet!” I was afraid, terrified that my baby was not going to make it, and I did not want an audience. I began to hear words floating around the room like cord, wrapped, blue, and Apgar score. Then finally, after what felt like forever, I heard a cry. It felt

As a student, I have always handled the pressure of schoolwork and tests by preparing, organizing, and staying ahead of the game. I study for every single test and I practice for every piano, singing, orchestra, and ballet performance. I always plan ahead for the simplest things even in my personal life. I plan my Halloween costumes in August and my December birthday in September. Therefore, preparation gives me confidence and assurance that I will perform successfully. Little did I know that I cannot always control or prepare for every situation. In the December of 2012, someone threw me a lifeline and changed my attitude.

Half the class nodded off to sleep as our calculus teacher reviewed that night’s homework before the bell dismissed the class. Rumors about a junior and senior class assembly loomed through the halls, but the rumors lacked specific details. Of course we would have an assembly on the one and only day my best friend, Isabelle, was absent. It seemed odd, though. Just the night before she told me she would be tired at school the next day due to her family’s recent move. I assured myself that she stayed home that day, but I could not shake the eerie feeling.