My Personal Narrative: Viktor Frankl

My Personal Narrative

Viktor Frankl tells a story about when he was in a concentration camp and what it meant to keep going. My own experiences with being moved to another town yields a point both similar and different from Viktor Frankl. What I took away from my experience with moving is that everything changes, although not as much as it did for Frankl. As a result, I can sort of relate to Viktor Frankl on how hard it is to be moved around and not to know what’s next. But, my experiences will never be as bad as it was for Frankl. My transition from small town Fairmount, GA to Adairsville has impacted my life through developing friendships, learning about myself, and learning about different communities.
I was raised in a small town where everyone knew

Clear Creek Elementary in Adairsville, Ga was very different from Fairmount Elementary school. In Clear Creek Elementary I had to worry about bullies while Fairmount Elementary everyone was equal. Furthermore, my first friend in Adairsville moved in after I did so we had this connection about both being outsiders. She was tough and came from a bigger city school. In addition, she offered stability in a big school I was not used to and that was what I envied about her. She ended up being the first person to ever scare me. I was naïve back then; I did not understand right from wrong. Then, a life lesson hit me in my face. We stayed friends until the summer before fifth grade when she finally crossed the line. She held a knife up to my little sister who was in the first grade at the time. This experience was the first time I had this much anger and hatred running through me. I felt I was about to explode with rage. This was the first time I ever felt hatred toward another human being. After this experience it was hard for me to make friends for a good amount of time lacking the