Personal Narrative: Changing My Horse

“Driving just fine? You’ve been swerving into the other lanes and hitting the rumble strips! You can’t even drive in a straight line. May I remind you that you almost hit an overpass?” My forehead was growing hot, and I could feel it spread to my cheeks. I leaned over the center console and turned the air-conditioning on full blast again.

In Green bay, Wisconsin, at a softball facility, on January 23rd, Seriena Dunaway was playing in a softball league. Dunaway was playing against Elite, her team 's biggest rival. The air was cool and the playing turf was rough and hard to run or slide on. The people in the crowd could see the tension. The music was loud and seemed out of place.

Concussion? Ever got one? It hurts to get a concussion… a lot. I did have one experience, I mean the first experience getting a concussion. I got only one concussion… so far. I also learned a lesson about running…

“Chill, you’ll have a blast. Come on.” Sarah had to physically drag me by the arm into the building.

It felt like a knife was stabbing me right in the leg. I noticed a considerable amount of other campers staring at me as I was laying on the ground in pain. “Ouch! Oh my gosh!” I held my leg as I yelled loudly. I don’t remember exactly how it felt when it first happened, but I do remember that right when I hit the solid concrete floor, I knew what had happened. Never again was I going to mess around with one of those skateboards, especially since I didn’t know exactly what I was doing. My head was spinning with confusion. I tried to stand up, except I fell right back down in even more pain. Everybody at camp was looking at me as I was crying, holding onto my leg as tight as I could.

Reverend Gunderson never heard William as he entered the parsonage. He was in one of his dark moods, holding his wife’s framed picture in his loose fingers. He had no strength to hold it tight. The mood had drained it from him. All he felt was numbing despair. She had been gone for twelve years. He remembered the morning she passed from this earth. She was only twenty-three, a slight built woman, too tiny for such a big baby.

A rider on horseback raced up Blue Hills Road. William recognized Crocco riding tall in the saddle as the horse closed the distance to the farmhouse. Crocco pulled back on the reins when the horse reached the porch.

“Anthony come down here.” my mom called from downstairs. “I’ll be right there hold on mom.”... Hey, I´m gonna tell you about myself. My names Anthony Mason, I’m 14 I have brown hair and brown/hazel eyes and I enjoy playing soccer and football and baseball (until i got injured) I live in los angeles california. I have 3 brothers and 3 sisters.Were a pretty big family.

“Lighten up, Mattie. I know that we both don’t want to go to Doge but, for our safety we have to do this,” Grandfather said concerned.

“Yes, of course,” she replied. She rushed inside her home and came back holding a phone. She dialed 911 and she started talking I couldn’t hear what she was saying.

I feel that furthering my education will benefit me in many ways. It will afford me the opportunity to broaden my horizons. It will give me a sense of accomplishment. Also, it will allow me to expand on my scope of practice, which will enable me to reach out and help even more people. I will be able to take my case management skills to another level. This degree along with my current skill set will provide me with unlimited possibilities. I would like to concentrate my studies in the area of community-based practices since I had the opportunity to work in a community- based setting as a Nurse Case Manager with the wounded Warriors. This experience was very rewarding. Obtaining my master in Public Health will help me in my civilian life as well as the military. In my civilian life I will be more equipped to help the residents and their family due to the wealth of knowledge and skills I will be receiving from pursuing this goal. As for the military they not only

As I scanned the painkiller aisle in CVS for the least expensive option that would do the job, my eyes rested on a small bottle of extra-strength Tylenol. 24 tablets, the bottle read, 500 milligrams each. I quickly worked that out in my head to be 12 grams. Perfect. I grabbed the bottle and walked hurriedly toward the cashier. For a moment I panicked, wondering if somehow he knew what he was about to help me do. But the transaction was over quickly, and I stepped out into the cold December air, my six-dollar death sentence in hand.

waaaaaaa! I was born. The doctors took me into the instant care room. My mom said why can’t I see my daughter they didn’t answer but they said nothing with a wonder in there eyes. She screamed at the doctors saying, “why cant I see my daughter!!!!!” The doctor said, “please don’t yell and calm down.” She said, “is there something wrong with her?” No don’t worry they said with a worried face. The doctor sat down on his chair. She was looking at the doctor and she could tell that he was worried about the baby.

One morning I was driving around San Francisco when a semi-truck turned unexpectedly and I crashed right in to it an after that I was sent to the hospital in L.A, California. Once I got there they treated me and in one week I was perfectly fine until the found out that I needed better care so they sent me to another hospital. Once I got to that hospital they treated me for 7 weeks and after those 7 weeks I was healthy again.

How would you feel while you are sitting and you are waiting for your treatment?