Personal Narrative: Sonny

In the short story, “Sonny’s Blues” by James Baldwin, we meet a young musician named Sonny. The principal individual storyteller of "Sonny's Blues" recounts the tale of his association with his more youthful sibling, Sonny. The story starts when the storyteller peruses about Sonny getting got in a medication bust. Disheartened by his sibling's decisions, the storyteller recalls on their adolescence, pondering what made his sibling turn into a find.

Sonny’s surroundings, losing his mother at a young age, and living in a city where he didn’t want to live, are three elements that influenced Sonny’s life path. Sonny was raised in Harlem, New York around drugs, he became addicted to heroin. When someone is around drug use for a period of time they tend to pick up the terrible habit. Sonny, losing his mother before graduating high schools is an enormous influence in his life path. He didn’t have the love of his mother or the guidance that he would normally receive from his mother.

From the beginning, the narrator’s name is not mentioned. But, it is evident that the narrator is of close relation to the main character, Sonny. Sonny is a young man that even at a young age he struggled with being an African American male living in poverty, feeling held captive by his community. Born in Harlem, he wrestles with going against the stereotypes and moves away from Harlem to pursue a career as a musician. Sonny is a male that carries himself quite different from his brother. He needed to escape Harlem to have some type of freedom from this life that he has always known. Instead of living this free life that he really desires, he winds up in prison. His imprisonment is due to his drug addiction to heroine. Sonny finds himself trying

My dog, Rudy, has always been with me up until not very long ago. And I had to be part of a really hard decision for him. This decision may compromise everything I ever wanted for us together.

I was born February 17, 2016 at Joe DiMaggio’s children’s hospital. At least a part of me was. There in that emergency room, dehydrated and gaunt, my journey began. At the very beginning I found myself very ignorant of what was to come as I was confronted with the term “type 1 diabetes.” “Diabetes?” I thought. “How could someone like me who runs 8-10 miles a week with less than 12% body fat have a condition so synonymous with obesity and inactivity?” Questions reeled through my head as I walked blindly along my new path. Fast-forwarding to today, although my journey is just beginning I can say that this experience has helped me develop character traits such as adaptability, mental resilience, and open mindedness that have made me a better individual.

The spring was busy. We took a family vacation to Florida, and both of Kevin’s sisters were married. I went to a part-time status at the church because our lives were becoming increasingly busy, and my pastors agreed it was the best situation for all. Miranda and Micah were both in the weddings. Due to the diet and continued weight loss, Miranda was able to wear regular little girl dresses in the weddings. I was pleased.

From the day Dylan was born, I couldn’t stop looking at him. I couldn’t believe he was mine. He was so small it made me want to kiss him all the time in his big cheeks, little feet, and hands. On November 30, 2014, he gives me a big smile, and I saw his dimples for the first time. I immediately fell more in love with him. Dylan has some big brown eyes every time we go to the store or other places a lot of people say the same thing about him.

I immediately threw my phone aside and started trembling. I sprang off the couch and ran to put on my shoes, but didn’t succeed, as I was only able to slide my feet half way into my tennis shoes. I sprinted out the door into the crisp fall air, and down the driveway. My father was with my beloved cat, Emmy, who was lying in the dry grass and leaves that smelled of fresh fall air. In disbelief, I could see that her skin was partially torn off her hind leg;

Zach and I had smiles all the way across our faces when my parents told us we were going to Canada. My dogs weren't very happy when they had to go to my grandparents house.

4 out the 5 puppies got up and started to greet me, But their was one like a sleeping dragon to lazy to stand up. He was chubby from all the milk he got and adorable. My mom was so happy to see me be happy. The sun was shining I just got out of schooling, as my house came

Thud! A shrill, piercing cry came from my mother's bedroom. I raced in to a cloud of dust but to my astonishment when the dust cleared all that was left was my mother's tattered bedspread and a giant paw print on the aged dirt floor.

Today I picked up my puppy. It was the one of the females, the puppy who looked exactly like Jerry. I named her Jackie. She has long gangly legs, and trips over them constantly. She has a beautiful character. Her brown eyes make me catch my breath everytime I look at her, she is the spitting image of Jerry. She was my baby girl, maybe she can help start shrinking the hole in my heart that formed when I lost Jerry.

There was a big smile on her face when I put my hand on her. While I was petting her I saw a dog that was two kennels away from Kokko and his name was Chicko. He was a golden retriever mixed with a cocker spaniel. He had the most beautiful eyes, his eyes where brown and in the light they would shine like a glowing star in the night. I wanted Chicko and Kokko to be my two dogs.

So far the stories for this class have surprisingly been pretty good. I was never a big reader, so when I was required to read something for school, I normally dreaded it. After reading the first story, “Story of an hour” I was pretty confused, but after reading it again, I soon understood it. I liked this one because of all the details that was included in the story. It was definitely an emotional story that kept surprising me. First we hear about the death of her husband and her reaction was to be upset, but then she begins to be optimistic about everything. I found this quite weird which lead me to question her and her husband’s relationship. Soon after, we find that her husband was never really dead and with this news Louise died from

I held her frail body in my hands, cuddling her to my chest. It only took one look into her glistening eyes and I instantly fell in love. She was the most beautiful puppy I had ever laid eyes on, with glossy dark brown fur with beige streaks, and those big brown puppy eyes that could draw you in and drown you. I decided to name her Bella, after my favorite Italian cuisine restaurant downtown. I carried her into the car, to bring her to her knew home. My mother was the first one to get out of the car, then my two younger brothers, then Bella and me. She shivered as the brisk breeze brushed past her coat. My stepfather was waiting for us by the front door, and as I came to the steps, he gave an spurious smile. Out of all 5 family members, he was the only one who wasn’t too fond of the idea of getting a dog.