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Personal narrative of my life
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Personal narrative of my life
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As I lay there stuck I hear the sirens coming from down the road. “What happened” I asked myself. “Are my friends ok” my head started to spin. “BEEEEEEEEEP” I wake up laying in a small hospital bed, what is that noise. As I turn my head to the right I see my friend Maddie laying their hooked up to a lot of machines. The beeping wouldn't stop everyone was panicking before anyone even realized I was awake Maddie was rushed out of the room. It all started the other morning as Maddie, Gracie, and I climbed into my car. It was a warm Saturday morning as the sun beat down on us. It’s our last summer vacation before our senior year. We were headed to Montana to pick up our friend Mitch and we were all going to take a road trip through multiple states …show more content…
“WAKE UP” Maddie screamed a few minutes later, Gracie and I are not morning people. If Maddie wasn't with us we would have never left those beds. As we arose from our beds we put on some shoes threw our hair up in a messy bun and walked straight out of the hotel not bothering to look in a mirror. Maddie was going to continue driving this morning. As we walked to our car, the skies were gray, the roads were wet and you could smell the rain pouring down on the ground. We started driving and we made it about 35 minutes before getting a call from our mom’s. We each talked with our mom for a few minutes, until Maddie hung up the phone because our favorite song came on the radio and we couldn't miss it. We turned the volume up so loud you could feel the bass beating and you couldn't even hear the rain pounding down on the car outside. The day was still morning and the skies were still crying as we drove down the curvy back roads. We got stuck behind a really slow truck heading back onto the …show more content…
They were stopping but we weren't. I grasped the edge of the seat and wrapped my fingers around the edge and held on as tight as I could. Our car kept going... we hit the truck in front of us. My head went flying into the seat in front of me. I saw the back tire of the truck go flying across the road. The bags in the back of the car came flying to the front smashing my head. I felt my heart come pounding out of my chest. I saw the paint on the front of the car flaking of into the puddle of blood in front of it .The front end of our car was smashed as flat as a pancake. I reached up to feel my head and it was bleeding. I could taste blood running down my face into my mouth. I was shaking, and didn’t know what was going on. I heard the sirens, they were coming our way. Before I could think another thought my mind went blank and the room went
The Hero’s Journey is a basic template utilized by writers everywhere. Joseph Campbell, an American scholar, analyzed an abundance of myths and literature and decided that almost all of them followed a template that has around twelve steps. He would call these steps the Hero’s Journey. The steps to the Hero’s Journey are a hero is born into ordinary circumstances, call to adventure/action, refusal of call, a push to go on the journey, aid by mentor, a crossing of the threshold, the hero is tested, defeat of a villain, possible prize, hero goes home. The Hero’s Journey is more or less the same journey every time. It is a circular pattern used in stories or myths.
Joseph Campbell studied ancient greek mythology for many years. Joseph filled each stage of the journey very well. He accepted all the challenges he got and all the help he needed. He really knew how to fulfill all those stages. Like everyone goes through a heroic journey everyone has to have a story to tell. My story is very contrasty from Joseph’s because he really knew what all the stages meant. My hero's journey consists of my threshold crossing which was when I started depending on myself more than I did on others, my helpers/mentors like my parents, teachers,my sister and many more influential people in my life and my rewards were getting awards in school, having a nice family, and many friends.
12 Aug 1962. One year to the day, Anton and Josef disappeared around that alley corner. At high noon a loud commotion originated from the west. It didn’t matter where you were in the city or on which side; everyone could heard the clear exaggerated honking from automobile horns pressed hard in a synchronized protest of the wall.
One punch on the side lead him to have his head go father down than it was already, reveling a slit all around his neck and a pale chin. His head moved back and then forward again slowly falling down allowing his neck to become ten more inches and as his head fell down to the floor of the gas station his spine fell with it. There was blood on the spine dripping down that soaked his head with red, clarifying the whiteness of it. It thumped on the floor splashing the pool of blood that echoed off the walls, hitting me with his blood on my forehead. his head and body laid there separate. I remember my internal being wanting me to scream so, so hard. I couldn't. Also I remembered feeling speechlessness that was indescribable.. An emotion hitting me too hard to even let a word
We turn onto the busy street accelerating up to the speed limit, as we're both jamming out to the song called Space Mother. We approach a green light in the right lane of traffic, going by a big line of cars in the opposite lane waiting to turn left. In a spilt second my improving mood was struck with shock, as we approached a newly changed yellow light, my friend gives the gas a quick tap to boost his speed a little bit, mean while I can see the big oil field truck turning right into our path. I'm frozen in fear not being able to say anything. While my friend was unable to see because his view is blocked from the up coming intersection by the traffic in the lane next to him. My hands are stuck to the dash to help brace my self for the impact, as he steps on the brakes. I hear the very brief squealing of our pickups tires. Then came the crumpling of the smaller S-10 as it impacted the one ton pickup at 40 mph. Sending me straight into the windshield and making a perfect head shape indentation in the glass, while popping the entire windshield out. My knee area on my pants had taken the red paint off the dash. My knees had smashed the dash into three different section.
I wandered the halls to look for her when I heard screaming coming from the kitchen, it sounded like Janessa, I thought she might be hurt so I ran into the kitchen to see what happened to her. As I ran into the kitchen I stopped in front of the door and all I could do was just stand there and stare at the blood that rushed to my feet like a wave crashing onto the shore. The guard with the bushy mustache and slicked back hair was on top of her holding her arms down with one hand and her neck with the other, Janessa was struggling to escape his grip but the man was much stronger than her. There was blood everywhere, I wanted to throw up and run away but I couldn’t I had to help her first. I took a pan that was hung on top of the stove and hit it as hard as I could on top of the man's head. He screamed and rolled off of her holding his head and agonizing in pain while I rushed towards my best friend, dropped to my knees and held her head in my lap. I kept telling her to wake up, but she wouldn’t respond. Tears started rolling from my eyes, and my body started to tremble it was the first time I had seen someone die right in front of my eyes and there was nothing I could do, I felt so helpless. The man finally got up and saw me holding Janessa while I cried and screamed for her to wake up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up so fast that my arm went numb then he slapped me across my
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
to try to get out to help my kids and get out of the car I try to flip the car to help my unconscious husband flopped in the car. I asked Addison to help me flip the car back over I was losing so much blood I went unconscious and wake up to the beige room with flowers and family crying. I hold my daughter's hand, saying “take care of your siblings for me”. The next day I find out my husband is dead I cry with my kids ,I hear the sound of beeping sound all around us as if it was just me and my kids and the beeping sound.”
The car was hot and stuffy when I slipped back into the driver's seat. I found the most depressing music I owned and drove out of Glenwood as the sun started to set. Two more hours until I was home, two more hours of thinking what a terrible day I had gone through, and two more hours of cussing myself for being so naïve. The drive was a long one.
We were in the car on a long 12-hour drive to Saginaw, Michigan to visit my grandparent’s house. My older sister Sydneé as fast asleep as I was in the back watching Land Before Time and Chicken Run movies. It was late at night and it seemed like my mom was driving for hours. Michigan wasn't always my favorite place to go because it felt like it was filled with old people and run down buildings, but I always enjoyed coming up to spend time with my Papa. As I finished up the rest of my movie I decided it was time to go to bed and enjoy the rest of the long car ride up to Michigan. Once we arrived to Saginaw our first stop would always be breakfast at the Texan family restaurant. From there we would head to my Nana and Papa’s house. The house was small but
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Cop sirens…..gunshots…. I was shocked by what I was seeing. I had no idea what to do except cry, cry my eyes out. I wiped my tears and ran outside, then I see everyone just standing waiting for the ambulance to come. I was shaking uncontrollably, my brother trying to comfort me I couldn't watch I shut my eyes and…
Suddenly I awake at the noise of sirens and people yelling my name. Where am I? Those words radiate out my thoughts but never touching my lips. Panic engulfs me, but I am restricted to the stretcher. “Are you ok?” said the paramedic. I am dazed, confused, and barely aware of my surroundings. Again “Yes, I am fine” races from my thoughts down to my mouth, but nothing was heard. Then, there was darkness.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, however my sister Sarah and I were stuck in a van with our youth group leader. We were on our way back from a Church camp we attended for the weekend in Topeka. During the three-hour drive home, we chatted about many things that happened during the weekend. I liked having the weekend away from my parents but just like any twelve year old, I got home sick and was ready to see them. My dad was
The reckless driver hit us straight on, then “Bang!” a loud noise resonated through the air, and abruptly my body flew out and hit the pavement of the road. Everything around me was simply a white haze for a few seconds after the impact. My body felt extremely heavy and the sharp pain throbbed throughout my face and body. Lying there on the rough asphalt, I faintly heard my mom and Carrie call out to me, “Sydney! Sydney! Are you okay? Answer me! Sydney!” I wanted I speak up and answer them, nonetheless, it was useless, my voice just wouldn’t make a sound. The desperation in Carrie’s and my mom’s voices reverberated to me across from where I was lying. My mom frantically ran up to my side and hugged me tightly in her arms. Blood was squirting out of her pinky, where the top of her finger had been severed. The places where my mom’s tears fell, stung my wounds, nevertheless, it was nothing compared to each little movements that caused the pains to electrify through my body severely. Every second was hell, the pain was just utterly agonizing and tormenting. Whether it was due to the pain or the exhaustion my body suffered, my mind slowly drifted off and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. As my eyes gradually closed, the blazing siren seemed to have grown louder little by