Personal Narrative-My Hero's Journey

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A Better View The barren expanse of the plains stretched seemingly infinite. As I glance off my phone for a moment, I see Tuc completely asleep lying next to me, appearing to be partially consumed by the seat. Looking down the endless road Jordan, another close friend, is also starting to fall into unconsciousness. We have been driving for close to 5 hours at this point and time starts to get slower. Thankfully Jordan’s father had been taking the reins for the duration of the voyage. As I glanced up from my phone every fifteen minutes, I noticed that the barren planes of beige tall grass started to give way to marks of civilization. Tumbleweeds and wind blocks gave way to military recruitment billboards and rotted out homes. I couldn’t help …show more content…

We needed to find some remaining supplies from the nearby town. So we would and after driving around for a while, we found a local Kroger vendor. After getting most of the groceries, we started drifting out again on a road that seemed angry to be traveling on, and I was just waiting for the truck to park. As the tall grass around us started shifting from a brown to a deep emerald green, the barren plains transformed into a beautiful forest. As we finally finished unpacking after only an hour or two, the area's calmness and clear air started to kick in. The mountains looked at us, almost begging to be explored. Tuc started to feel unbalanced internally as he lay down. Over the course of the next few days his illness would turn into a small fever, he would be bedridden for most of the …show more content…

Unlike in a town, there is no light pollution or even lights for that matter that are far into the woods. If you look at the blank night sky, it is something grand. With the stars fully in view, like a field of blooming flowers, it made the voyage worth it. I remember one night specifically. It must have been eleven or ten in the night. Tuc was per usual in a coma unwakeable, Jordan and I were still awake, looking at the fire die out. Suddenly, he spoke. “Look up.” Still focused on the fire that was letting out desperate flames and too tired to even register that I was being spoken to, he chirps up again. “Look up” he said louder than before. I manage to muster out a drowsy “What?” as I meet his sepia. “Look at the stars.” He uttered. As I look up and see the timeless mosaic, I start to appreciate how clear it is. The specks of color ranging from red to purple start to hit my eyes and as they adjust I start to see hundreds go to thousands very quickly before me. He begins to spur “You see, This is what I wanted to show you. Oftentimes we are so caught up in the moment we fail to see the small things. That’s what being human is, the small things.” As he talks, I realize that I have been caught in the rush for some time now. Caught in a river that keeps pushing me. Out of ignorance or out of simple stubbornness, I refused to leave the river. I refused to look upon the small things, I ate and walked fast for the past several

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