Personal Narrative: Overcoming Obstacles In My Life

Throughout my elementary school years, I encountered many obstacles, but during my fourth grade career, I experienced some of the most difficult hardships I have ever gone through. I was an extremely loquacious, bright, and well-rounded young girl. My mother; a spontaneous, caring and kind person had recently been engaged to a man named Dennis. Dennis was a unique, creative, and very humorous man. We welcomed him into our petite family and he opened our eyes to some of the most enjoyable moments of our lives. He taught us how to be ourselves and showed us the genuine definition of family. My brother; a friendly, family oriented, and athletic teenager shared a strong relationship with Dennis just as much as I did. We were all so delighted living

He had been transferred to different rehabilitation and medical centers at least four times after he had his stroke. Successfully, each day we saw improvements. Although everyone was proud of Dennis’s small accomplishment such as holding a ball or wiggling his toes, I had an instinctual feeling that something awful was going to occur. I prayed that nothing negative was going to happen to him. Day after day, I watched Dennis’s smile return. Even when he could not talk, he had the ability to lighten up a room. Though one week, after months of hard work and improvements, Dennis’s skills began to deteriorate. He became discouraged, depressed, and his health conditions worsened. A few days later, my stepdad had passed away. The news rushed through me like the impalement of a knife through my chest. I felt as if I would never overcome the feeling of animosity. Be that as it may, I was wrong. I soon recovered from my empty heart. Instead of grieving, I reflected on Dennis’s life and what he had taught me. I realized how much knowledge I had gained through Dennis. His funeral gave me the opportunity to see how he impacted other people’s lives. I enjoyed listening to stories about what he was like prior to our introduction. Furthermore, my mom became more depressed than I had been. It took her many months to regain strength, but once she did, she was just as tenacious as before. Our moods were completely opposite to what they had been before Dennis’s stroke. We were now much more mournful, but also proud of Dennis for all he had accomplished in his lifetime. Even though it was an extremely troublesome crisis, our family persevered through