My Hero's The Journey-Personal Narrative

I clenched my stomach as we drove down the road. My eyes focused on one star in the sky, I knew if I pulled my eyes away my insides would be out and exposed to everyone. My cheeks stung from tears and my breaths were short as we drove to my church. as we pulled up it took me a while to open the car door, my hands were shaky and weak. friends hugged me and cried as I buried my head into their shoulders, the little light of hope I had left in my heart was burning out and I could feel it. I could see it as the storm clouds rolled in, as the thunder crashed and almost echoed my feelings in the sky. I felt vulnerable to life for the first time that night. As I descended down the stairs to join the rest of the group that was meeting to pay I heard

It was 10.30pm when all of us got together as one to start the jouney from the fort bus stand. We were excited when the bus started moving and couldn't wait to reach the destination. It was all misty on the way and all we knew is that we are going to have a great time. The bus driver didn't stop exactly where we wanted to get down.

Joseph Campbell once said, “follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.” Many people consider your bliss to be your calling or what you are meant to do in life as well as what you enjoy doing. I think this quote is very empowering because it suggests that if you do what you love and what you were meant to do, you will find a way to succeed. I have found that there are many things that I love to do, things such as listening and sharing music as well as spending time with loved ones and friends. But one thing that has always stood out is helping others. In the past, I have had many opportunities to volunteer at many places and donate to those in need. Being able to help others and bring others happiness makes

The Mississippi never freezes over. I guess that’s why everybody claimed it to be a miracle. I was already missing the Beautiful City by the time my new leather boots set foot on the frozen river. Months before the journey Momma was already sewing us new clothes and saving her coins to purchase us boots from the tailor. Leaving Nauvoo, was one of the hardest things I’ve done. Prophet Brigham Young taught us faith and how that will keep us going on this trek to Zion. I found that it is much easier to sing about Zion than actually making the journey. A few days into the trek several families turned around and headed back.

Supplemental Narrative: On 09/24/15 at approximately 1350 hours, I, Officer Artaz along with Officer Reece responded to 311 Dodge Street apartment 7 to assist Deputy Sparks and Deputy Buffington with executing a felony warrant. The wanted person was identified as Gerald McNeil (DOB 03/26/82).

Well today my friends and I was issued a challenge, by a mysterious challenger. No one at my table was going to take the challenge , but I spoke up at the last moment. It was me.. All the challenge was to cut off his head and if he survived, he could do the same to you. Of course it was random but I didn’t want to seem weak in front of my friends. I chopped his head off with a single swipe and I and his head fell off. I laughed a little bit after it.. but that all changed when he leaned over and picked his head back up after it being off his ..body. I was terrified because I know my fate was sealed at that moment. He said to meet me at the green chapel in a years time and one day. I set out for my adventure after saying my good byes. I just rode straight not knowing where to go

We head off to college. As Liam and I are heading to college we are talking about what we want to do when we get older. And Liam tells me that he wants to travel the world and make adventures. And I tell Liam that I want to also travel the world and become a writer. Music starts playing and we start jamming out to the music. We get to college and we have to go to orientation. They split the freshman into groups and Liam and I are in the same orientation group.

Regis is fourteen when he finds their mother weeping on the tile floor Christmas Dinner. She grips Stella close to her as if she was oxygen and their mother needed to take a calm breath and breathe.

An infamously lifelong agnostic, he discovered something. The man looked into the sky that morning. He watched the enchanting metamorphosis of the plethora of colors. It started with a dark navy blue. The first rays of rosy-cheeked Dawn combined with it to create a splendid magenta and then went into a phase of marigold. She continued her transformation into the color of the Tuscan sun and finally, back to the cerulean blue sky.

How did you become the person who you are today? Each one of us takes personal pathways in life. Many outside forces become positive or negative forces which through cause and effect, change who we are for better or worse. Do you believe that you can achieve all that you set out to achieve? Joseph Campbell lays out his concept of the legend's excursion that each hero encounters on his own particular path. This is a story about a personal friend of mine by the name of Gracie Garcia, who dared to trust God, stepped out on faith, and became a hero by saving herself in the end. By using Joseph Campbell quotes from the website Goodreads.com, regarding “A Hero’s Journey” I aim to show and prove that one individual’s journey can be just as inspiring, uplifting, and educational as the action pact fictional movies made in Hollywood today. The hero’s journey has seventeen stages. For the purpose of this assignment, I will only be using the steps departure, initiation and return to illustrate how Gracie has met the qualifications for being a hero, according to Joseph

Dreams, dreams, dreams a concept that people still cannot understand yet encounter every time they close their eyes with their warm grasp of their cotton blanket and count Mary’s little lambs. Soon, they drift off to deep slumber like how a bear sleeps during hibernation and dream of various things. Some may dream of sweets and happiness, some may dream of gold and wealth, and some others have ‘special dreams’ and our hero is one of them. Our soon to be hero sleeps in her small yet comfortable bed with her dog by her side snoring softly. The hero dreams of a nightmare filled with clouds of smog and flames consuming a town whole and as the flames burned and burned, cries and prayers of the villagers could be heard from

I jump out of the car excitedly and call to my dad even though he was right next to me.

BOOM! POW! A fist thrown at the man crashing down upon a cart, people screaming! Then the man suddenly disappears and reappears grabbing the taller man by the foot and knocking him down only to disappear again! The taller man rips out an airplane seat and throws it at the man with so much force the plane shook. Then the man sees a crying baby next to the taller man, once again disappearing only to reappear with the 1 year old baby in his arms!

If you know me at all, you absolutely know that I crave new experiences and love to share them. This year, I have begun new adventures… from beginning a new job, to becoming the first African-American female Publisher in Charlotte, to fulfilling a life-long dream of writing and publishing a book. We all have connected at different points in my life, and by far, this is the most exciting time for me that I’ve had in a very long time.

I’ll never forget the time I met my girlfriend. I was at my best friend’s birthday party, when a tall beautiful girl with wavy brown hair and the clearest complexion, her face full of happiness and joy. The moment I saw her, was the moment I knew that I had powerful feelings for her. It was amazing actually…feelings began to swell in brain, lust, compassion, affection, adoration, racing through my mind. That would be the day that I would began to fall for Alex. However, I was unaware that I had met this girl before, I didn’t recognize her, but she recognized me. “I know you” she said. “What?” is all I could respond with. “I recognize you from Mrs. Litle’s class, you were making fun of me for being an eighth grader while you were a freshman” she said back. “I’m sorry, I don’t recall—” I began to say. Suddenly, it all began rushing back, the rain outside the window, the noise in the background, the girl I had seen a year and a half ago—it all rushed back to me. “Oh my god… it’s you” I stammered. I know you too. “Yeah, that’s me…” she responded. I replied with an apology: “I’m really sorry I don’t what came over me, I’m very happy to see you again, if I’m being quite honest”. She forgave me. We began talking, and I began falling for her.