Personal Narrative Analysis

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The doctors told my mom that without a transplant I wouldn’t live past four years old. Slowly the days turned into months and the months passed into another year and I had beaten the odds. I was still sick and in the hospital all the time and I faced an uncertain future. The doctors then told us that I would be lucky if I made it to twelve years old; that I wouldn't be able to run, swim and be as active as other kids and that I wouldn't have a normal life. I saw that as a challenge. Over the years I still spent a lot of time in the hospital-sick, on various medications and enduring endless breathing treatments in hopes that my lungs would let me live. I fought against the doctor’s predictions for my life. When I was six, I learned how to swim at the local Boys & Girls Club and joined their swim team. In elementary school, I raced against the girls and the boys and I was the fastest kid on the playground. I did my best to push the line of when I would experience an asthma attack. Here I was, not even ten yet, and I was doing things that the doctors said would be impossible. …show more content…

I also joined the volleyball team and was constantly active. Twelve years came and went and I was still alive without the transplant that the doctors said was a necessity that I have to survive. High school was much the same, I was involved in athletics, I was active and I survived. In college, I learned about backpacking, kayaking, diving, climbing and discovered that I had the world at my fingertips; there wasn’t anything I couldn’t

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