My Life's Ups and Downs: A Personal Narrative

Life-Personal Narrative
I was so excited you updated author–nim. I really enjoyed the chapter. I could only assume that the
character was based off you. I know life is hard: coping with our emotions, accepting ourselves the
way we are, decision making, and life changes, are not easy things to accept and/or make. Each day
is a new beginning and along with it come new challenges/battles that we have to face and
overcome.
We have to live life one day at a time and remember that the battles that we face are a part of life –
yeah the battles might be hard and seem impossible to overcome but these battles only help us grow
and learn valuable life lessons that make us stronger and better individuals.
Everyday that we survive is a battle that we have won and conquered so
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Personal Narrative: My Life Before I Had A Baby
My life before I had a baby was considered my own. I was laid back and pretty much worry free.
When I wanted to go somewhere, I would just get up and go. I could stay out as long as I wanted to.
If I wanted to get crazy with my friends, I could. My friends where always around and we were
going here and there constantly. I didn't answer to anyone but me. All I had to worry about was what
I wanted and needed. My life was mine and mine only. My time was mine and only mine.
Everything revolved around my feelings and me. I know I sound selfish but I think everyone is at
that age. Before Austin came, if I wanted to sleep late or just lay around the house in my pajamas I
could. I have found that when a bay comes along, that your life is not yours

Personal Narrative-She's Life
Hannah's POV As he walked away my smile grew until I was beaming. I cant believe it! He asked
for my number! Me! Out of all people! I hope he texts me back..... Hannah– Hey, let's set a date
soon ok? JP t know what I'm going to do man. There is no way I can just sit at a tree and read a
book with her there, that is a terrible date. Why did I suggest that?" I said, I was at my best friend,
Brian's house. We have been friends since college and I tell him everything, anytime I have a
problem with anything, I talk to Brian about everything so of course, when I realized I set up the
stupidest date with Hannah, I had to share my dilemma with him, "Dude, you don't have to stick
with what you planned, you can be spontaneous and just take her out

Jackson's Life-Personal Narrative
In a land far away, many years ago, there live a brother and his sister. They lived in a fairly small
village. The brother's name was Jackson, and his sister's name was Lilly. Jackson was the oldest by
eight years. They live all alone because their parents were taken from them in a horrendous
accident. One day, Lilly became very ill. Jackson got the village doctor, who was very experienced
in the medical field. He said that Lilly had caught something he hasn't ever seen before, however he
knew that within a month Lilly would die. Jackson was distort; he already lost his parents, and he
didn't want to lose his sister too. He also always told her he would always protect her.
Jackson asked the doctor, "What can I do to make my sister better?" The doctor told him, "There are
two goblets that are hidden deep within a cave about a week's journey from the village. One of the
goblets is for healing and the other one is for death. The two are identical, however that is just one
of the problems. In the cave, lays different chambers, which has trials. If you wish to reach these
goblets you may need a team to aid you in your journey." Before he left, the doctor said that the
team was a team of explorers, he have heard of that were like no other.
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Before he could reach the creature, he tripped on a rock. The group rushed towards him and Jackson
rolled in the direction of the creature and swung his sword cutting it in half. He then felt a sting in
his left arm. He looked behind him to see that Adam had stuck him in the arm with a dagger, "I'm so
sorry. I don't know what happened." "It's okay. It wasn't your fault," Jackson explained. They got out
some of their supplies to fix up those who had been wounded before they entered the next room.
Jackson also explained everything that had happened, because they couldn't remember any of the
events that took

Personal Narrative : Personal Stereotypes In The Life Of...
Save their homes I would say I am not very different then most of the students that sit before you
everyday. I have hobbies I enjoy and favorite places to eat, but unlike them I have some traits that
make me standout from the rest. Allow me to elaborate, I was born in Sebastian, Florida where I
was exposed to a lot of different cultures and people. Going through elementary school I got to learn
quite a bit about the wildlife in our area, and that is where I gained my love for animals. However,
as I grew up I began to take interest in many different subjects like video games or soccer. These
activities made me the person I am today, but also take up a majority of my free time. During high
school I was a straight "A" student who joined several clubs and committed to several volunteer
opportunities. I graduated top ten percent of my class, and applied at several colleges, but laid eyes
on F.I.T the most due to my major of Computer Science. In all this short summary of my life may
help you better understand the reason behind why I chose the following proposal. Each and
everyone of you in this classroom has a strong awareness to the dangers wildlife habitats face
everyday, but we don't do anything about it. Why? I feel the answer is obvious for most, "...we are
to busy with life..." or "...I couldn't make a difference..." both of these assumptions are the wrong
outlook to take.With just these few changes in your everyday life you could help. You could start
recycling, make your

Personal Narrative: My Life To A Roller Coaster
Where do I begin? Most people would relate the challenges of life to a roller coaster. Hills and
valleys filled with good and bad waves. Ups and down, hoping one day the twist, turns, and
sporadic speeds soon settle. In my eyes, life for me is like an extravagant cruise ship that has set sail
on an endless journey, and right before it begins to propel, it always seems to break down. On the
outside it looks nice, the view is better than any skyline you've even witnessed, until you find
yourself stranded in the middle of the unknown. Once again, I'm stuck. I'm stuck between the
thoughts of the truth and reality. Truth is will do everything in my power to make sure I set myself
up for a stable life. In reality, my life has never been stable for me to even grasp the real meaning of
"stability". Growing up, I lived with my grandparents and 4 of my aunts and uncles out their 14
kids, including my mother. We lived in a small room in the basement of a 4 bedroom house. My
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Without this opportunity, I think I would've been just another statistic at this point. Year Up has been
my motivation, with an undeclared declaration. Meaning, my sails are set and the sky is the limit.
Having the opportunity to not only work for Harvard University, but also possibly become a student,
is a chance I would've never had if I didn't go through what I've been through. Everything happens
for a reason. Being placed at this internship has made me a big believer of that statement. It also
shows me that hard work pays off, and nothing gets done without being dedicated to your craft.
YearUp has dedicated its mission to make me a better citizen for the rest of my life & mold me into
a better man. They've taught me tangible skills that can never be replicated or replaced with the
minimal amount of time given. For that, I feel forever in debt to the YearUp

Personal Narrative: My Obstacles In My Life
One of the biggest obstacles that I have struggled with for the majority of my teenage years has been
staying healthy, both emotionally and physically. In school, I struggled with saying no to new
opportunities when my plate was likely already too full to begin with, which would lead to stress,
exhaustion, and eventually emotional instability. I spent the vast majority of the rest of my time
completing homework or working at a local diner, leaving myself with virtually no time for self–
reflection, exercise, or to prepare healthy meals. During my first year at the University of South
Carolina, my goal is to be healthy, in every aspect of the word. To accomplish this, which doesn't
happen overnight, I am going to create a schedule for my week

Personal Narrative : My Life And Life
Boom! Boom! Boom! It was the fourth of July as I sit in my back yard looking at the fireworks, my
brothers and sister all outside with me were having fun. It had me thinking about my life and
thinking why I couldn't be happy and why my parents couldn't just be there for me when I needed
them the most...things were about to get very bad and hard for me. I can just feel my life is about to
go through a downfall and I just wonder will I be able to get through it. To being with, the first time
is when I was only 14 years old I had gone to my friend's house to hangout. He calls a few other
people since his parents were out. We decide to have a party my friends dad had a liquor cabinet
were we grabbed a couple bottles for everyone. I decided to take a couple shots and after a couple
minutes I felt a major headache. He goes to his room and comes back and hands me 2 tiny white
pills and says take them, so I did. Not even 2 minutes go by and I get a hit of extreme dizziness and
I get very drowsy. He told me he gave me Xanax's; I end up fallen asleep and not wakening up until
3 in the morning. I check my phone to see if anyone called, and I see I have 10 missed calls from
my mom. I check and see that she left a voice messages and see a couple of text messages as well. I
hear the voice messages first and I get chills down my spine with the first few messages of threats
and yelling and the last couple was of her crying and begging for me to be alive and okay. I get my
shoes on

Personal Narrative : The Life Of My Life
I remembered going up to my nana's house every Saturday in the summer of 2014. My little sister
Ava and I spent most of our summers playing with each other and going on wild adventures. Ava
was my best friend and I always enjoyed the exciting times we shared together. Some of my most
memorable childhood memories are with her. Our favorite movie was The Little Mermaid and every
chance we got, we pretended as if we were Ariel & her sister Alana. Every Saturday afternoon, we
would go up to my Nana's and swim in her pool. But it wasn't just any pool to us. We would pretend
that the pool was a majestic kingdom. We came up with the idea to take our goggles, tie them
around our ankles and pretend that we had magical mermaid tails. We would spend all day
pretending that we were elegant mermaid princesses. Ava was always Ariel and I always had to be
Alana. We would fight about who would be married to the handsome Prince Eric. Ava always got
her way and she would always end up with Prince Eric. I wasn't gonna let her get her way this time.
She wasn't gonna budge, so instead of giving into her devious ways, I decided to get out of the pool.
I told her I was done and wasn't goning play with her ever again. I started for the ladder and before I
could take a step down I heard Ava yell "The only reason why you are done playing with me is
because you want to go inside and eat because you're a fat mermaid and that's why Prince Eric won't
marry you!" When I was little I

Personal Narrative: An Interview With James Fisher's Life
On the cold fall evening of September 29th, I chose interview my dad, James Fisher, about his
experience of coming of age. He has affected my life, so I wanted to see what affected his life.
When I met with James Fisher, he was very enthusiastic. I asked him to sit down with me. The first
thing we discussed was how he felt he came of age. "I wanted a job when I was in high school to get
money for things like gas, and with that came more responsibility. I had to learn how to manage
money" ; he said proudly. He then proceeded to tell me how it affected his daily life. "I could no
longer goof around anymore, I had a duty to show up and do a good job. It felt good to be
independent and to do my own things for myself." He then proceeded to cheerfully

Personal Narrative : A Personal Life In My Life
Who would have thought that a night out with a group of friends would have led to a terrifying
tragedy? It was a Sunday after–noon and I had just woken up from a nap. I heard my text tone sound
go off. It was Vianna, one of my best friends asking me to go over to a friend's house. Her and my
other friend Stephanie was hanging out there, and they had plans on going to sports grill later on to
watch the NBA finals. I really did not want to get out of bed, but I hadn't done anything all day so I
decided to get dressed, get in my car, and head over to where they were. I showed up to the house
and we hung out there for an hour or so, everyone is talking and joking around, having a good time.
Then we came to realize how late it was getting and if we wanted to catch the game at sports grill
we had to leave immediately. I offered to drive the girls in my car, but everyone wanted to go in one
car. So Bryan Stephanie's boyfriend, offered to drive all of us there in his new Lexus. For some
reason my gut was telling me not to get in the car and just there in drive my car. I didn't listen; I
ended up leaving my car at Bryan's house and got into his car. Bryan was driving, Stephanie was in
the passenger seat, Vianna was behind the passenger seat, and I was behind the driver seat. Off we
went to sports grills, or at least we thought. Bryan was being a show off by speeding despite all of
us telling him to slow down and that there was no need to rush. Bryan was approaching an

My mom and dad know questions ask put us in the car and started driving, they didn't even wait for
us to put are seat belts on. We asked repeatedly "Where are we going" or "Are we there yet." Finally
mom had it and just yelled "Shut up!" To both of us from then on it was a long quiet car ride. When
we finally stopped they opened the door we crawled out, When we look back the car was half way
down the road we were alone.
It's been six year since my little sister Rae died of lack Nutrition. It's been three years since Derek
took me in, I am 18 years old but some days I see it happen to me all over again and again. We have
been to over 50 town and robbed over more than 30 houses never staying in one place for to long,
and never getting caught. Every time we get to a new town I always get this little hope to see my
parents on the other side of the street, but one of these days when I do see them I am going to make
sure they know the pain and confusion and torture they put me through for the past 9 years! "Hey!" I
jerked awake with Derek shaking me.
"What?" I said annoyingly because this is of the longest trips we have ever taken. "You were
plotting to kill your parents again in your sleep, it woke me up so I returned the favor." Said Derek
smirking.
"Thank you so much for that, now goodnight." I pulled the blanket (which is the only thing I
actually bought with my money) over my head.
"I think you mean good morning." Said Derek pulling the blanket off my head. I felt like a

Personal Narrative: An Individual's Life
An individual's life is a slot machine. Though life is not a game and cannot change with the pull of
the lever, the three pictures on the screen dictate what our lives are like. For the longest time, I
thought that my slot machine was broken because while everyone around me seemed to be hitting
the jackpot, I kept having bad luck. To watch others in their happiness and prosperity was hard, yet
growing up past my insecurities was even harder. Though I was born in America, I grew up in
China, so I became accustomed to the Chinese culture and language. Thus, when I had to move back
to America to begin schooling, I was anxious and nervous. I was scared of leaving my comfortable
home in China and move to a land of uncertainties. I was scared to speak a new language and meet
new friends. Most of all, I was scared of the unexpected. And from the moment I stepped out of the
JFK airport, and a blast of American air smacked me in the face, I knew things were never going to
be the same again. The road of life took a turn filled with rocks and ditches. From facing language
obstacles to facing hatred and bullying because of my nationality, everything proved to be a hurdle
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Battle of the Books was a club in which academic students would read fifteen books and then
compete in groups to answer questions about the books. I never knew how transforming this club
would be. It was in Battle of the Books that I found new friends, friends who didn't care about my
accent or background, but loved the fact that I loved books. Since then, I have come to my senses
and realized that my history is a part of me and will never change. There will always be people who
comment about my accent and my background, but it's up to me to determine if their comments will
continue to rule my life. It's up to me to change the slots in my

Personal Narrative: The Obstacle That Changed My Life
The obstacle that I had, stopped me from being happy, or living the life that I wanted to live. Being
alone, antisocial, and other obstacles that I had, blocked me from being happy and instead lead me
into a life where I did not know what to do. Sometimes an obstacle is nothing physical like a barrier
or some force, for me it was mental warfare that I had with myself for years that I still deal with to
this day. Conflicting with yourself is just as bad as someone else or an object because you have to
deal with the fact that you did this all to yourself, you can't give anyone else the blame. That
however, could lead to even more mental warfare in your own head, especially if you are very
defiant to take blame like I am. As a kid, I always hung out with my mom's ex husbands daughter, I
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We hung out every weekend and always had the time of our life, usually talking about anime or
pokémon, because we were really into those types of things. I thought of her as family, but as time
went on we just grew more distant, she stayed interested in those things, while I got over a lot of it
and while yes, I still love anime and all that stuff, I don't have that same excitement that I used to
have for it. Then she moved away and we kind of just stopped hanging out and texting all together. I
was battling depression since 2nd or 3rd grade and she was a great way for me to take my mind off
of everything else that I was thinking of. I am an antisocial person, I'm socially anxious, and I
consider myself an introvert, so making new friends was actually pretty difficult. Luckily, in 8th
grade, I actually made quite a few friends, but they were not the kind I should've had. I can't go into
deep details about them all but we can just say most of them were girls and a lot of drama happened
between me and them. I became the kind of guy that I never really wanted to be

Personal Narrative: Overcoming Adversity In Life
To be human means we will make mistakes, most importantly we will go through adversity.
However, being human also means we always want the easy way out of things. A close friend of
mine once told me. As humans, we usually mope around and complain about our problems rather
than rising up to the occasion and overcoming the adversity. He told me this around the time I was
facing my own adversity in life. I came to the realization that adversity is a part of life and teaches
us and help us grow. A couple years, I moved from the Philippines where I was born and raised
since I was twelve years old to Barrow, Alaska, a town in the northern coast of Alaska where people
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It was by far one of the toughest obstacles I had to go through. I had to change a lot about myself in
order to fit in with other kids. This includes learning a new language, making new friends, and
living in a different environment. Learning English was not as hard for me to learn since I was
forced to communicate with people in English. The language barriers really stopped me from
making new friends and just talking in classes. It was so hard to make friends because of those
language barriers and on top of that many kids were so picky and judgemental when it came to
making friends. For a while I was very shy and quiet due to the fear of being judged if I said
something wrong. It was difficult because I felt very lonely. There were some days I would go home
and cry because of how lonely I felt. I just missed my friends from the Philippines and wished I
could go back home. I didn't feel welcome here at all. The environment here is very depressing and
there is not much to do here. For a while all I did was cry and complain about how bad my life was
at the moment. It was hard to fit in with anyone here and I had no idea how to change

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the
whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn't handle the pain of the immortal
whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them. My day
begins again with a drone of the same ringtone of the alarm. Getting up to open the window
forgetting about the same old raven bird that stares at me with its whole black eyes sending you into
a black spiral. The sense of nostalgia hits, rain leaves its own scent like the scent of an ex–lover's.
After all eternity doesn't wait for the past to catch up, you just keep on going with your life as I
have. Making my way to the kitchen I avoid all the papers on the floor scattered like a tornado threw
up and shredded its life. My hands twitches to grab the phone eager to check for the ghost messages
and calls. Putting down my arm as soons as it raises "don't do it". I turn in circles to find someone
but in its leave was nothing. " I know" I whispered to no one. The hallway was filled with darkness
except for one room whose light was slowly dimming. Darting past the shadowed hands reaching
for me I went into the room. Searching for that dark grey raincoat that was hung up on a hanger in
the half empty closet. Walking down the busy filled street. I felt myself putting my head down as
people continued to walk in the opposite direction. Frosty air breathes against my flushed cheeks. Its
whimsy arms

Personal Narrative: How Stress Has Affected My Life
After reading this week's chapter I found myself wondering about how stress has affected my life
over the years. When I was a teenager, I found that everything stressed me out: school, sports,
relationships, parents, and friends. Looking back, I don't completely understand why I would let
things that seemed so minuscule influence my well–being. High school was easy for me, I never had
any homework my senior year and the hardest year for me was my freshman. Sports took up my
time after school, but compared to everything else people had to jam into their very busy schedules,
I had a relatively relaxed high school career. My relationship throughout high school, of course, was
filled with wild hormones as any teenagers life is, so it might have been a tad hard to uphold, now
the thought of so much stress just to be together every single second of every single day seemed so
silly.
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On my first test, Scale #1: Stressed Out? I only rated a 9, compared to the average of about 12.4, my
score of 9 is significantly lower than the average. Thus, I'm not that stressed out of a person for
someone my age. The Scale #2 test for susceptibility to stress was calculated at just 10. The average
being 32. When it comes to things that are difficult for me to handle I take them step by step and
day by day. Pushing through this next deployment with my husband is going to be the greatest
stressor for me for the next 7 months, but because of that stressor my response to that stress is going
to be, to do the same thing I did last time, and that is to fill my day with things that need to be done
and school that needs my utmost attention. Which is very beneficial because my Scale #7: Locus of
Control measures one's sense of control in personal achievement situations, my score was 53, with
the average being 51.8 for women. This shows me that dedicating myself to my schoolwork for this
deployment will reduce my stress

Personal Narrative: My Life With A Sickle Disease
My life with a sickle disease have been entirely different, but I haven't forgotten to enjoy my life.
Days without playing outside has been reasonable to me since childhood. I couldn't play outside
with my sickness. I couldn't get too hot or too cold. I would have to stay inside for better or go
outside and end up in the hospital for an extended time. My experiences are in 3 categories:
elementary school, middle school, and high school. When I entered jolly elementary school at the
age of 5, I was unable to do the same thing as my friends. During the recesses, I couldn't go outside,
and I had to stay inside. One day my friend, John, asked me that why I can't go outside and play
with them? I said that I have a problem with my cells. Later, they found me as an indifferent person
and started ignoring me. I was depressed all the time. Afterward, my mom decided to homeschool
me. My childhood was fantastic when I had someone to care about me. My mom taught me many
lessons that I need to know for middle school. Besides, she didn't educate me only about education
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Just like before, everything was strange to me, but only I concerned about my ambition. I never took
music classes before but in high school as a freshman which fascinated me. The class was tough for
me at my first time, and other classmates would make fun of me. I never mind it but take them as a
thrust to my curiosity for music. After all, I composed a song and learned to play piano better than
anyone in the class at the end of the semester. My songs were my feeling that I jotted down on the
dairy. At the end of the semester, I sang a song and everyone applause with a grin. After that, my
dairy turned to many songs over the high school years. Whatsoever, I sang a song too on the
graduation day where everyone cheered for me and realized that I wasn't the different one there, but
they

College Admissions Essay-Personal Narrative Of My Life
My life is ineffable. Sometimes I wonder if my life can be counted as an oxymoron? So sour, yet so
sweet. An organized madness. A sane insanity?! When one thing happens, another follows; being
contradictory to the first. Or maybe an anaphora? Always starting the same tedious way, but always
ending differently. Perhaps my life is an idiom. Not many understand how my life goes through its
day–to–day basis – possibly being no one except me. How arduous life seems to my eyes, however
it appears to be the simplest and "effortless", implying that I don't have to work to achieve or receive
something to others. Despite the fact that they have never lived a day I have, they still decide to give
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Why was it absurd? It just was. I am incapable of explaining it, for the reason that it's impossible.
It's something one doesn't talk about to another; everyone just has the knowledge about it and has
had a day that felt absurd or out of place at least once in their life; this is an example of an idiom.
Notwithstanding how the day felt, my predictions came true. While contemplating on the
effervescence in the puddles as the rain kissed the top of my head, I realized that even the most
simple everyday things are bijoux, whether it's a pearl or a drop of rain. After the rain ended, it left
behind only the petrichor smelling zephyr, that just calms any situation. The one that makes
everyone's day slow down, just so they can enjoy the pleasant momentum of the day. However, the
delightful momentum got interrupted by the realization that I had homework. Thus, I skipped dinner
and sprinted to my room to finish my homework. Regrettably, I spent most of time fantasizing about
that momentum. Fantasizing about that moment; how many people encounter that after–rain
momentum every day? Every minute? Maybe every second? No doubt those questions won't be
leaving my mind soon. Well, I guess, as lost as Alice and as mad as the Hatter,

"Nooooo!" I screamed as I felt like my heart ripping out of my chest. It was beating at seventy–
thousand beats per minute and I felt like I was frozen still like an iceberg in freezing water. The day
had come where I was no longer needed and the government was ready to get rid of me. I heard the
police sirens closening to my home. "Here take this" my mom told me as she handed me the
government issued gun for my training. I was being trained as an operative that went undercover
and was issued warrants to kill certain high up people in our opposing government of District 15.
"Wee–oo wee–oo" The cops cars are closening and my heart is beating faster and faster. I started for
the door as my mom forcefully took me into a hug. "I love you Michael, don't ever forget that." "I
love you too mom." And with those words I ran the front door and before I knew it the cops were
already here. "MICHAEL CONROCKER, DROP YOUR WEAPON AND THIS WILL GO VERY
EASY!" The police officer yelled through the megaphone. I knew that I had to listen otherwise I had
a larger chance of dying than living. I slowly lowered my gun to the ground and turned around for
them to cuff me. As they cuffed me I could sense my mother's longing stare from the foyer window
of our new home that I had just bought. I felt the rigidness of the police officer's hands as he
forcefully tightened my hands into handcuffs. The officer cuffing me was one of my best friends
who knew that if he didn't do what he was told that his day

Personal Narrative: Personal Life
In this journey we call life there are several examples in my personal life where the only way to
cope was to overcome and rise above. The one particular example I would like to share involves my
decision to return to school to earn a degree I have sought unsuccessfully for many years. As stated
by Harrington (2012) resilience is overcoming obstacles to achieve the end goal, which in my
situation will be earning my degree. Harrington (2012) list key elements to assist with providing
resilience there are two that are and continue to provide me the ability to overcome the obstacles to
become successful, family and physical elements. The first element of family has provided me
strength to persevere, being a part of a family unit that encourages

Chapter 1: The beginning
Hi, I'm Jake, a seventeen–year–old boy with a lot of things left to see in life. Unfortunately, I died.
Everything began a week ago, when I was coming back from my music lessons.
On my way home, I decided to go by my local game shop and buy a booster box of the latest set of
my favorite trading card game when suddenly, out of nowhere I was blinded by a bright light and a
car slammed into me. The driver didn't stop, and just let me slowly die there with my broken bones
and rapid blood loss causing unimaginable endless pain.
After an unknown amount of time, I slowly started to black out. I thought it was the end, but I
started to slowly see light and a giant, beautiful woman with long brown hair and green eyes who
looked like she was in her mid–twenties.
The moment I saw her I began to panic. Why is she so big and why is everything so big?
I looked at my hands, but they were small, like a baby's.
I tried to yell but only loud baby sounds came out of my mouth.
That was the moment I knew I had been reincarnated.
Tears welled up in my eyes, I began to cry uncontrollably.
As I was crying the woman, perhaps thinking I was hungry, started breastfeeding me. That was the
most embarrassing thing in my life– I mean two lives.
Forced to realize that this giant woman is my mom in this life, I silently hoped that things go well
for my family left behind in my old life.
After I was done eating, I was given to what looks to be my

Personal Narrative : A Personal Experience On Life
The job training location was a great opportunity to interact and learn about being productive in the
workforce. It also was good opportunity to meet girls and guys from all over the city. We got paid
biweekly for attending 4–6 hours' classes in the afternoon 4 or 5 days a week.
After the first few days, a guy named Pone and I meshed instantly. We began hanging out after class
and shared many of the same views in regards to life. Pone was from down Passyunk projects,
which was located at the bottom of our city literally. When we used to talk, I could see that he had
some unique street smarts on the real. His outlook on life, women, rap, clothes, and people was
more advanced than anyone I came across. I felt like a student sucking up knowledge from the
brother. The ladies fell for him although he didn't fall for them. He was just straightforward and
direct to the point. Pone didn't accept a word unless it was backed with proof. That was unheard of
especially from people in our age group.
Sometimes, after the Phil–A–Job gig, we would hit up liquor stores and headed up Nicetown,
Passyunk or the Yunk as others know it, or down Center City. Pone introduced me to Kool K, Bal,
Da, and others from the Southside. Once we got together, we'd put our money up and buy Old E, St.
ides and Red Bull like the old heads would do. All of us couldn't take the taste of Blue Bull. You
could find it as low as $1.45 for a forty ounce, but we only drank it if somebody else bought it. It
was the

Personal Narrative: Lif Life
This really had an impact on me because it occurred to me that perhaps that's why risks are so
galvanizing yet simultaneously petrifying. Opportunities allow us to discover what we are capable
of achieving. They allow us to seek the parts of us that we were too afraid of coming in tact with
because we didn't want to get hurt. The contemplation on how we should go on about our daily lives
sunders my thoughts into two different perceptions. Do we live our lives with an adventurous and
carefree state of mind knowing that we are going to cease to exist sooner or later or do we carry on
to a life protected by a guarded wall fearing that we will never be able to triumphantly over come
the challenges that are presented to us? I don't think I can experience a life running from
opportunities disguised as what we consider to be challenges. I want to be able to take
overwhelming risks without a doubt that it was too much for me to handle. ... Show more content on
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No matter which route we choose to take or how we decide to live our lives, we are all capable of
leading our lives to their maximum potential. I think, that's why when we know an action is unusual
for us to do, we often find ourselves compelled to do it. Life is a journey that is greater than its
destination. It is magnificently beautiful to know that no two people are ever going to live the same
life. Seven billion people experienced yesterday differently, than how you did. However, no matter
how unprepared we are, we have to believe that we will end stronger than how we began. There is
something inside of us that is larger than all of us. There is life inside everyone and everything, from
a light bulb to a human

Lucas Jaxon Emmerling. From the day I was born I had a forever friend, a best friend. What I didn't
know about my inseparable pal, was that he would be ripped out of my life at the age of 5. I never
knew the true feeling of loneliness until he left my life. Why did he have to go? Why couldn't he
read one more bedtime story? Couldn't I have gotten one last "teddy" squeeze?
As I lay in my twin sized white bunk bed, covered in light mauve sheets with a puffy blanket and
stuffed animals, I hear the deafening sound of sirens fill the streets. I plug my ears hoping that the
ear piercing sounds will be silenced, but I was wrong. To add to the ruckus, the doorbell began to
chime through the gray halls of our 5 bedroom home, soon enough I hear my mom begin to fidget
with the locks on the wooden door. When she opens it I hear the sound of a man's voice, I can't
make out his words, just muffles. My mom begins to speak and I can hear her heartbreaking in her
voice, why is she sad? I hear the door close and my mom beginning to sob, as I lay in bed waiting to
hear more, I see my older sister walk down the halls. If she was up wouldn't it be okay if I was? I
slid my feet out of the warm layers and put them on the cream colored carpet and began to walk out
of my room. As I reached the living room I saw a giant man who towered over my petite mother, he
had a long sleeve black shirt on and black pants to match. He had badges covering his shirt, I was
only 5 at the time so I had no clue

Personal Narrative: The Ripped Out Of My Life
What is one to do if the person they dare say love, changes all the truths they know to be true? What
about when you are left questioning every little piece of yourself, until you do not recognized the
reflection staring back at you? Now, what is to be done when that person is ripped out of your life
forever? Jesse was one of those people who came into my life by complete accident; we could have
very easily never have met. Off of the vibrant, beautiful coast of west St. Kitts there are two hotels
across from each other, divided by a narrow red, dirt road. Vacationing there with my elderly, strict
Italian grandfather, parents, and happily married Aunt and Uncle I thought I had a tediously dreary
vacation in front of me. I was expecting nine o'clock ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
He was not supposed to die on me. Early one morning, his heart had stopped from the array of drugs
he took to keep him alive. I noticed something, sitting in front of the window outside his hospital
room. Jesse's doctor had just announced his time of death, and there I sat. Petrified. Out of nowhere
a white, thin, plastic grocery bag flew across my eyes, blowing in the wind. As it moved, it would
morph its shape under the weight of the rain, becoming a distorted, unrecognizable object. With
every new gust of wind, it would change direction. It danced in front of my eyes, seeming so lost,
empty and alone. In that moment, I was that bag. I experienced nothing but extreme despair, the one
I would always skip school to see, I could never see again. I ignored my feelings for a while,
pretending the whole thing never happened. Succeeding in this for over a year, I constantly pushed
the thought of him from my head. Every time I made a choice in my life, however, I would
unconsciously think of him. As I began to deal with what happened, that is what his memory
became to me. A reminder to myself to create a life that I wanted to live not the one society had
dreamt up for

Personal Narrative : A Personal Life?
On a cool September morning, there was a lot going on in the Bookert household. My mother ran in
my room and yelled "Get up and get your bags! It is time for us to go!" I woke up all confused and
replied "Go where?" She continued to yell and fuss at me. Then it hit me like a bird hitting a
window. Oh my gosh, my sister must be going into labor. As everyone rushed out of the house,
trying to get myself together was extremely hard. My bags were not even packed all the way. As i
yanked my dresser drawers open, clothes went drifting everywhere. My mother continued to fuss
and yell at me for not being prepared. As I finished packing, I jetted to the car and hopped in the
back seat like superman. Buckling my seat belt, the thought of my sister having elated and filled my
heart with happiness.
I began to ponder and think of what I was going to do for five and a half hours. My knees began to
hurt after sitting in the car for three hours straight. On the highway was driving fast as a race car in
the Daytona 500. I could have sworn the speed of the car reached at least 110 MPH. Being so far
away made it seem like we would never get there in time. Trying to fall asleep was one of the
hardest things. Imagine how easy it is to fall asleep on a test or while reading a book; well I did the
complete opposite. We were finally thirty minutes away. At the rate my mother was driving we
arrive there in what seemed like ten minutes. God really spared us because we passed a million
police cars and we did not get stopped not one time. I grew more anxious as we pulled up in the
hospital parking lot. The car barely stopped and my door was already opening. My mother went on
to say "I will excuse the rule for right now because you are excited but do not do it again."
We all ran, jumped, hopped, and skipped to the hospital as if we were missing something. As we
sped walked to the elevator we ran into my sister's husband Marion. "What is the rush? The baby is
taking his time to come. She has only dilated a couple of centimeters. You guys can slow down a
little." We all sighed with relief. At this time it was around one o clock. We sat in the lobby for hours
and hours. All of a sudden my stomach began to rumble loudly. One of

Personal Narrative Of My Life
Personal Narrative One day in mid–November, I thought that one of the worst days in my life had
come. I walked into my parent's room, and I found my mother rushing to gather things to go
somewhere. Curiously, I asked my mom where she was going, and why she was in such a rush. My
mom said, "Julia was in a bad car accident on the way home from school and is headed to the
hospital. I'm going up there to see if there is anything I can do to help." Immediately many questions
came to my mind, but I knew that it would be best to not ask until she was sure of the answers and
had more information. Julia was family to me, but not my blood. I have known her since I was born,
and she has always been around since. Her Aunt is my mother's best friend as well as my
Godmother. She has known Julia's family for over 30 years. I wasn't as close to Julia as I would've
liked to be, but I still knew her very well. She was only 17 years old and it was her Senior year in
high school. Since my mom is a Pediatric nurse at Baptist, it was no surprise to me that my mom
was going there to help. I told her to update me as soon as she found out anything. After my mom
left to go to the hospital, I sat on the couch anxiously waiting for any information from her.
Eventually my mom texted me saying that she was in critical condition and in a coma. She also said
that she had to be on a ventilator and wasn't responding to anything. With that information, I knew
that this was something very serious and that

Tears blurred my eyes as I watched hundreds of balloons fill the solemn grey skies. I tried to clear
my vision by wiping the tears away. Even with the light wind, the water pooling from my eyes
would not dry. After my failed attempt to stop crying, I looked down at my fingers and saw black
streaks of my mascara and eyeliner. I take out the scented Kleenex tissues from my bag and wipe
my fingers on them. The only thing filling the silence was the constant sobs coming from people
around me and my own. I found a sense of comfort in my best friend. I could smell her fruit scented
shampoo as she laid her head on my shoulders and clung onto me. As our group of friends
surrounded us, we all hold on to one another, finding solace within each other. This was the first
time I mourned a death of someone I loved. Each hour that passed through the day was difficult.
Everyone went through the motions of their daily school routines, except for the conversations and
laughter that usually filled the halls. Preparations were underway for the public vigil. All the seniors,
including myself, felt deeply for the tragedy that occurred a couple days ago. We lost three of our
own. The hallways were somber, silent and dead as night as students walked through the hallways,
heading to the ceremony. The only sound I could hear were the shuffling of footsteps. Visible
through the wall of windows, the weather outside echoed what everyone was feeling that day. As I
walked down the stairs, I was embraced

Personal Narrative: Relay For Life
I have chosen cancer for the communicable disease I will be writing about. I have chosen this
disease because it has impacted my life directly. I have lost family to this disease. Cancer has also
impacted directly when my got cervical cancer. The family members I have lost and the ones that
are survivors is the reason I participate in Relay for Life every year. Relay for Life is a great way to
raise money and celebrate those who are fighting, survived, or lost the battle with cancer. Cancer is
a disease that is caused by divisions of abnormal cells in one or more parts of the body. Cancer is a
unique disease because depending on the part of the body that has developed cancer will depend on
the signs a person may have. Just a few possible ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Each treatment depends on the part of the body, the progression, and the health of the individual.
Some general treatments can involve surgery to remove the abnormal cells, chemotherapy, and
radiation therapy. There are also a long list of medications or drugs to treat cancer as well. There are
even people that prefer herbal treatments. Cancer is something that everyone has the possibility to
get, but there are risk factors that can be avoided that increase individuals risks for developing it.
One risk factor is smoking. Smoking increases the risk for lung cancer. I have been learning that
sexual activity that is unprotected can lead to STD's that can increase the risk for cervical cancer.
These are just two of too many risk to list. I have learned through school and person experience that
cancer can strike any age, race, or gender with warning. The treatment is long and takes a toll on the
individual, family and friends. Treatment is not a guarantee because there is no cure. Everyone that
fights cancer does so with the hope of getting better but the reality that they may never. With the
knowledge of risk factors I cannot understand why anyone would want to raise their chance of
developing cancer. It is a life altering disease with boundaries and win or lose the war the battle is a
difficult one on

Griff's Life: A Personal Narrative
Life has been hard since Griff's death. I am scraping by though, I got a stable job in a supermarket
and I got a new apartment in a better neighbourhood. But something is missing, there is a giant hole
in my heart that Griff used to fill. I'm okay though I have a hobby now that fills most of my time.
Griff's parents came to take his body back to Wales for the funeral and to make things worse they
wouldn't let me come to the service. I cried for a whole day about that but things have gotten better
since then and Colin might be coming to visit soon which is a bonus. I talked to him over the phone
last week and he said that Luke has on average 2 years left to live. His family and him are going to
try and visit every country in the world before his death. They ... Show more content on
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After Griff's death I have just wanted to be alone. But when people don't care that i'm absent, it
hurts. I know it's my own fault for becoming invisible, for isolating myself but for once i just want
someone to notice when i'm down. Someone to actually care what is going on inside my brain, what
i am thinking before i go to sleep. To be there when i'm crying and are ready to let go of life, love
and time. I remember when I was younger and I learned about depression, anorexia, self harm and
anxiety in health and I would wonder how people came to that point and I would think that I would
never be or do any of those things. Yet here I am 20 years later, at 3 am sobbing to myself debating
wether or not to take my own life. I have been writing poems a lot lately about Griff, my hobby and
just life in general. I would like to share one that I wrote the day after I started my "hobby". It goes
like this "Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. But the roses are wilted and
the violets are dead. And the empty bottles are scattered around

Personal Narrative In My Life
Personal Narrative Where do we go when we have nothing on our minds? Where do we go when we
go quiet? I can not be the one to tell you. My mind is always focused on the next and can never stay
put. My mind is like Hong Kong (most densely populated place on Earth) during a rush hour. It's a
room full of commotion and noise that can't find the escape door. It's fun at times, but unbearable
when all you want to do is shut yourself out from the world and relax. I can't pay attention in my
classes in school because I am thinking about all the things I have to do. I can't enjoy my meal
during lunch because I am thinking about who I should ask to recommend me for the universities I
still haven't applied to. I refuse to take naps after a long ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I need to go home and do some summer homework, I procrastinated to do. I pull out of the parking
lot as fast as I can, barely making any stops and failing to look at my surroundings. I'm speeding
down the road in my noisy, grey audi. Every Other day my car has an unfamiliar noise. I also need
to get that fixed. Maybe if it didn't make unfamiliar noises I wouldn 't think it was a piece of shit. If
I could magically apparate to place to place I would because driving takes too much time. Time I
could use to do more important things. I know I should probably slow down, but I have too much on
my mind to care. There's no cars in front of me so it gives me the freedom to even go faster. I have
too much on my mind to think about how fast I should be going.
As I am accelerating, a cop car passes me hidden between other cars going the other direction. He
turns around dramatically as if he was in one of those Fast and Furious movies. I just say "Fuck"
under my breath. I was hoping maybe he got a sudden call, but I knew it was because I was
speeding. He's on my ass and I could feel his eyes looking into mine from the mirrors. I turn into my
neighborhood and he turns on the cop lights. At that moment I know I messed up. I parked across
the green park filled with life. There 's kids playing soccer in the large grassy field and children
swinging on the swing set. Everyone is staring at me and the embarrassment grows

Personal Narrative: Robert's Personal Life Map
Robert's Personal Life Map
People that Impacted me:
Principal Mr.Goodyear I first met him 6 years ago. I did not like him at beginning because I thought
he a was mean pearson. When I got to know him more he was a really nice pearson. He told me to
do right things and become a better person when I was younger since I was trouble maker and cried
alot. Mr.Goodyear helped me change in 1 year to become a better person like who I am know. He
made a difference in my life he impacted me in a good way.
Pastor
I first met pastor ovei when I was in grade 4 I liked her alot because she was a great person. She
Impacted my journey in many ways. One way was by guiding me to do right's things. She taught me
many good things for example ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
My brother victor was a miracle child because the doctors said my mother could not have any
children but we had victor. Victor is healthy boy and good person. Victor has impacted me in my
many ways for example, he made me become a better brother by being nice.This is an experience of
God because this is a miracle also this is a success moment in my life and my family's life.
Confirmation
I received Confirmation in grade 7. I choose to continue my faith as a child of god and being
catholic. Confirmation has changed my life and has impacted me. This is an experience of God.
How has Confirmation changed my life? Confirmation has changed my life making me a better
person and changing how i used to comparing to how I now live it. This is as gift I am experience
also a new beginning in my faith.
Graduating
I graduated in grade 8. Graduating plays a big role in my journey. This is a new chapter where I
start. I went to st.paul for 6 years. This is the last time I see most of my friends. Graduating has
honestly changed me as a person and my journey it has made me find new friends and go through
new experiences. This is a positive and low feeling because I get the sadness that this is my last time
going to elementary school and seeing some of my friends but this a happy moment since I'm finally
going into my teenager

I step out of my apartment and turn to lock my cherry red door. As the key slides in, I hear the palm
trees smack the side of the building. They should really move those, or at least cut them, I thought .
I jiggle the handle to make sure it is locked: We don't want a repeat of what happened last
Christmas. I grab my key out of the lock and turn into the sunlight. Closing my eyes, I take a deep
breath in and feel the salty ocean air fill my lungs. I love San Diego so much. I love everything
about it, the constant sun, the beautiful beaches, the beautifully green palm trees, and the fact that
it's so far from where I came from. It's a place that I ran to when I needed it. I was five at the time
when it happened. My dad had been out drinking with his friends and had come home upset. My
mom greeted him at the door and he just got mad, for no reason, and he hit her. They started yelling.
He hit her again. Then he pulled out his gun. There was a shot, then my mom dropped to the floor. I
can still hear his feet pounding on the pavement as he ran. I had to get away from that. And there
was no family I could run to. Maybe that's what compelled me to change my name from Abigail to
Raven, and find somewhere new to live. Somewhere beautiful, somewhere peaceful, anywhere. I
turn and face the shoreline. The ocean is a beautiful teal with hints of blue and silver. Truly magical.
But the ocean will have to wait till after work. I pick up my bag and walk down the sidewalk, aimed
toward the

Personal Narrative: The Price Of Life
Isaac, a student from Elk County Catholic in Saint Mary's, currently working hard to be a good
practicing Catholic. I beg that you do not fall into the deep, dark sin of suicide, the price of your life
is not worth all of the problems you are struggling through, suicide is the act or instance of taking
one's own life voluntarily and intentionally, the Lord gave us our life as a gift, do not waste it.
Remember, Christ died on the cross so that we may live. If you are considering this horrible action,
imagine all of the pain and stress your family will endure, you will not just be hurting yourself, but
others around you. I feel confused and angered by anyone who is even thinking about ending their
life. If you are one of the struggling people ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Paul was one of Jesus' faithful followers who acted as a good role model during his time on earth.
All of us have someone that we look up to. The real question is, would we want someone to look up
to us? That is something that everyone should think about. I strive to be a role model for all of my
friends and the students that will become Freshman after me. They will be able to follow my
example and teach future generations about how to become closer with Jesus Christ. Judas is one of
the disciples of Jesus. He lost faith and eventually gave Jesus over to the Romans for 30 pieces of
silver. After he realized what he had done, he hung himself. This is not what God wants for us, He
wants peace with everyone because he loves each and every human being. Another example of a
tragic loss is Lazarus. Lazarus is a great friend with Jesus. When Lazarus had died, his friends and
others around him were mourning for him. Jesus didn't even come to save him right away because
he was in so much hurt. When Jesus had risen him from the dead, everyone with them had rejoiced.
They were so glad that their friend was alive to be with

Personal Narrative: Life Around Fitness
Life Around Fitness How many people's lives have changed from fitness/working out? Well it is
more than I count which isn't to high but still. The impacts from fitness is an amazing thing not only
can it change you, but the people around you. I think you can learn a lot about life in a weight room.
I also think many people can motivate you. My Dad was one of those examples. I can remember us
sitting on the couch when he finally told me "I am going to start a diet to change myself, I've been to
big for to long" I looked over with shock before just asking "What made you decide to do this" with
a calm reply "I hurt, mainly my joints and I want to go out and do something again without it taking
so much for me to do it." I told him I'd help out ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
If I worked I could become stronger, it was as simple yet as complex as that. So I began my year of
PE, I was very nervous about the class. The teacher Mr. Ruger had a way of talking that motivated
you to do your best and work hard it was something special. When we first got to the weight room
we were told that we would have to test our max weights for bench, squat, and deadlift. I remember
thinking that I was such a strong kid and having such an ego but that all quickly went away when
Ruger said "You leave your ego at the door and your work begins now." I will be honest that first
day I brought my ego in the door and all it did was hurt me. I went to that bench thinking I was
someone macho and could do it all so when someone asked how much weight I wanted I stared
around at the weight seeing people lifting, I looked down and saw two 45 pound plates "those ones"
I replied. They put it on and I got on the bench looking up at the shiny silver bar it waiting to be
lifting by my hands; I grabbed hold feeling the gritty metal with my hands and my pinkies sliding
around a smooth part toward the outside of the bar. I pushed and the weight came off the rack and I
went to bench it I got it up 3 times before my arms failed, they racked the weight. I knew then and
there by the faces they made I was no one special that was the moment my ego deflated and left me.
I worked hard through the rest of the year and bench quickly became my love I went from a max of
147 all the way to 205 in one year it changed me for the better. I didn't change a lot physically but
mentally I learned to not hate working out cause it I if do it correct working out will benefit me. I
am not a fan of cardio, however I love lifting weights it helps me get any emotions I have locked up
out. After working out you may be

Personal Narrative: A Hero's Life
There's a slim chance that a person can be strong all the time. Although that may be true, there's an
internal drive to want to be the person that everyone can rely on for support. I embody that person. I
have moved twenty–seven different times, my parents are divorced, I have lived by myself for the
past five years, and I learned how to live without people. However, since I knew what true
loneliness felt like I made sure that everyone knew they could rely on me. I have never really cried
and always carried the persona that I didn't care what people thought about me, and I made sure that
even if I was having a bad day that no one else was. I have been bullied ever since I can remember,
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Although, there is a hard line between the right amount of strength to lend and an damaging amount.
Analyzing my narrative I took on the character of Frederick Douglas, because he knows what it is
like to be alone, weak, and in need of survival tactics against the cruel world. Towards the end I
incorporated the word "strategies because he had survival methods such as faith, strong optimism,
and a strong love for his people. He stood as an influential figure for others, but he also had his
moments of weakness. He grieved and felt as if there was no more hope. Although, he never let his
dismal thoughts over power the faith he had in being liberated. Life has been hard, but I used that
imaginary strength as a protection against everything that has happened. My counselor was correct
in a point that not many people would be here if they lived the life I have been able to live, but
there's no point in giving up. It's cliche, but everything happens for a reason. I wasn't supposed to
live through my car accident, but I did, I needed to feel sorrow so that I can appreciate my
happiness, and I need to have my heartbroken so I can truly love someone someday. Without every
aspect of my life, I wouldn't understand how precious life is and how grateful I am to still be here.
My goal in life is to make sure that no one has to feel the pain that I have felt, and with that their
happiness brings me

Personal Narrative : A Life Saved
A Life Saved Who knew that I, a middle school English teacher, could be thrown into a "life–and–
death" situation and respond so effectively. In my wildest dreams I never imagined my three–mile
power walk would be interrupted quite like it was. On this particular day, I was at the halfway point
of my walk. My heart was pumping pretty good while 70s disco music blared through my earbuds.
The music was so loud that I'm surprised I heard the crash! As I quickly scanned my surroundings, I
saw a man lying on the grass with an overturned riding lawn mower nearby. Instinctively I knew
that this was the source of that noise. I'm not a runner, but I shifted gears and "ran" across the street
to help. As I did, I frantically motioned to a lady in a van to slow down and held my hand up to my
ear to indicate that I needed a phone. She pulled over as I approached the man's side. Thoughts of
massive blood created by that lawn mower's razor sharp blade sent shivers up my spine. I'm a
teacher, not a medical professional! What if I pass out? I sent up a quick prayer asking for help to
deal with whatever I was about to encounter. You know that saying: "God only gives us what we can
handle"? That higher power answered because there wasn't any blood. But this man was in pain! I
had to think fast. Triage! I needed to keep him calm, assess the problem, and get help. "Sir, are you
okay?" I asked as calmly as possible.
He answered, "No, my chest hurts. I don't know if I can get up."
That's when

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