Personal Narrative-Parallel

Baghdad, Iraq is where I was born and raised; I lived there for about 6 years during the most pivotal years of the war. My dad left when I was about 7 months. He went to Lebanon to live for a few years before settling in the United States. My mom took care of me and my siblings. War was going on in Iraq; people walked with a dying heart. Iraq was split into Shiite, Sunni, and Christianity. Sunni and Shiite do not have any issues with one another, but there are people who do not like the Shiites and caused civil strife between the two divisions of Islam. My family is Shiite and we do not believe in a separation between anyone because we are one, they are

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

I been through a lot to be of assistance for this awesome police officer in Chicago, Illinois. I went through being distributed from Cupertino, California to Chicago, to being manufactured in South Korea, being made into many different parts to be an intermediate good, and being different parts as a raw material. I’m starting with who I am ,I am a iPhone 7 Red.{I know, I know, I am fancy} I am with this officer where I go all around Chicago with my owner Officer Jentson and we go fight crime and help other around our community. I came to Officer Jentson through the FedEx mail. I originally came from different parts of the world. Before I got to Officer Jentson I was in Cupertino, California going through the distribution process, that process

I started playing volleyball in 3rd grade. My dad wanted me to play because my sister also played. It was my first day being a 3rd grader and my dad told me I should get into volleyball. From there I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play. I watched my sister play every game and it looked like it was hard so I didn’t think I could do it.

I wake up at 5:30, five days a week, and each time I try to cram in five extra minutes, I end up having a late start to my day.

Hearing the sounds of people breaking in half a wooden slab with their feet and cries being shouted out, I hesitantly entered the Dojo, placing my sandals in a cabinet. Dreading the smell of feet and sweat I didn’t enjoy coming. Not only was the smell bad but the physicality that was required was discomforting. The hits that my back and ribs received from missed side-kicks and jabs was unbearable.

An experience that has influenced my work and academic goals has been my family. My wife and I have one son, who departed for college this past weekend. His departure was a very emotional event for us because we did just about everything together (hockey, trips, etc). Four years ago, we brought in four siblings under foster care, which is the main topic for this essay. Four years ago, my wife and I were hoping to adopt one child and we were hoping to find a girl that needed what is commonly called a “forever home”. This process was extremely difficult as the system is not easy to navigate (I could be more blunt with this description but I won’t here). After many trials and tribulations with the foster/adoption system in Alaska, I had resigned

One Cold and windy morning, I woke up to my brother yelling “YaY, It’s time.”Me and my two brother Justin, and Gio were finishing packing up.My dad and his girlfriend went to get the car, my grandma and grandpa were still asleep.

When I was 11 I owned a dog named Bruno, who always managed to bring a smile to my face. Unfortunately one day when I returned from Mexico, I was devastated to find out he had run away. Ever since I was young I've been self-reliant so it was lovely to have someone there for any circumstance. My parents would usually be at work and when they home they'd usually be in their room resting. In addition, I'm the youngest child, my youngest older brother winning me by 8 years, so I didn't really have siblings to accompany me especially since they all started a family significantly young—this of course only led to them moving on faster meaning I was pretty much on my own. It was nice to have someone so ecstatic to see you that they literally jumped

It was a cold autumn morning when I heard the news coming from my alarm clock radio. Two people had won the lottery winnings from yesterday's drawing. They get to split a great prize, both people got to take home over 3 million dollars. I have been playing the lottery for about ten years now, I have only won three or four thousand, hoping to hit it big. For eight years I have been cleaning and cooking in a half kitchen with dinette. The small apartment had that smell as if something had been wet and moldy. I have had to listen through paper thin walls of, shouting, fighting, and the occasional grunts from some dirty old man upstairs. The constant running trains echo inside the entire apartment building. The living room was just big enough for

Everyone has a fear, even me. Specifically I fear the past will change both me and my future. Your question might be what’s your past? That is my story to tell you. Should something like this ever happen to you, I know how you feel, and you know the same for me. In Sheridan, Wyoming I was a nine year old and I thought nothing would change my future. That’s when it came. The hidden truth. I wish someone would tell me the truth. No lies and no hidden truths. I mean I’m older now just tell me the truth of the past. I know now the past had changed, and why it changed.

I was born in Denver, Colorado on September 12, 2002. I grew up on a street in Centennial that had a view of the Rocky Mountains. I got to explore Colorado a lot as I grew up. I learned how to snowboard, ski, and went sledding every winter. I had a great childhood getting to live in such a beautiful city and experience the four seasons. But, when I was 11 my dad accepted a job in San Diego. As I adapted to life here I realized it was very different. Instead of skiing i was surfing. Instead of snow I had sand, year round! Going from one state to another that was completely different, was a dramatic change but, it allowed me to appreciate the differences in nature.

That first day at my father’s house, we talked, ate lunch, then made a small pot of decaf and talked some more as we snacked on a box of Fig Newtons. The only interruption came when I needed to make some phone calls; one to Krista to say that everything was going okay and to see how she and the kids were doing; the other to check for messages at work. There were several. The most important message was from my sales manager’s secretary, a reminder that during the Caribbean Adventure contest, the number of face-to-face customer visits and written sales proposals was being increased by ten percent for everyone in the sales department. Also, each customer visit was to be substantiated in the daily call reports that we were required to submit.

It was a hot summer day, my mom and I went to a local target to get some school supplies. I was bored out of my mind. I saw rows of food, school supplies, cereal, drinks, whatever was on your grocery list. Every person who walked by had heaps of food, water, anything you need. Is there something fun to do I thought, and while I was thinking that, something caught my eye. It was the game New Super Mario Bros for the Nintendo Wii. I was tempted to steal it but thought of an even better plan. As me and my mom walked past the section with the game, I quickly took it from the shelf and put it between two cereal boxes.

One of my worse my memories happened at the age of 9. It has traumatized me for my life and sometimes I still recap back to that day. We lived in an upstairs apartment in Los Angeles, CA. It was a regular morning, my mother and I were getting ready for work and school. Every morning she would take me to school before she goes to work. This particular morning, we ran into two unknown men downstairs of our apartment. One of the men saw us, pulled my mother to the side, started to talk to her and pulled out a weapon. The other man, led me back upstairs and we knocked on my aunt’s door. One of the unknown men, pushed us inside and told us to sit down. The man with the weapon, ask my aunt where was all of her money and started to beat her. I started