Personal Narrative Essay: My Hero's Journey

One day when I woke up I was getting ready to go to America. I was leaving with my Dad, Mom, Sister, and my Brother. My family and I are leaving leaving from Germany and going to America. We are going to bring clothes such as shirts, pants, underwear, socks, shoes, and hats. We will also bring soap, food, and other stuff like that to survive in America. We are getting ready to arrive at the dock and set sail on our journey to America.

After 5 days we got rode a carriage to the dock where the titan size ship stood proud. When we walked on we saw all of the beautiful handcrafted work done in the ship. My father gave me some polished wood keys to our third class room. I walked down a beautiful grand staircase, I kept walking down the stairs until I got to third class. I look for 3, 20, after looking for what seemed like hours I found the room and unlocked it to reveal a small room with 2 bunks and a sink. I was disappointed by the small contensed room we had to sleep in. I waited in their until my family entered. I waited for at least four

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.

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

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.

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

“In Europe there are mixed opinions, some people are scared specifically of young men like you, who are travelling alone. There are a lot of people who say … you are coming to do problems in Europe, they are generally afraid of you,” Al Jazeera Journalist, Hoda Abdel-Hamid, asked a 27-year-old Iraqi refugee to response.

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.

From Greek mythology to 21st century TV shows, the idea of what a hero is has changed. The antagonist was always patronized for his wrong doings and mishaps, the protagonist was always favored and rooted for during his journey, and the audience was always eager to find out what was going to happen next. The “hero’s journey” was consistently the traditional, saccharine, orthodox concept of the good guy embarking on a new adventure, with an objective that s/he must reach, while overcoming obstacles in order to transform her/him. Surprisingly, that all changed when we began to empathize with the bad guy during his journey. Those bad guys are not only in TV shows but also are in reality represented as celebrities. Today, directors and screenwriters

Joseph Campbell, the author of The Hero With A Thousand Faces, writes, “The crossing first of the open sewer, then of the perfectly clear river flowing over grass, the appearance of the willing helper at the critical moment, and the high, firm ground beyond the final stream. These are the everlastingly recurrent themes of the wonderful song of the soul 's high adventure.” (Campbell 20). These themes presented by Joseph Campbell illustrate what has become known as the “The Hero’s Journey” or “Monomyth”. The Monomyth structure has grown to become the most widespread form of storytelling and writing throughout all forms of media. However, before writing The Hero With A Thousand Faces, Joseph Campbell was a curious child infatuated with the idea

Jack stood raised over Zach, ready to bring radiator pipe down onto Zach's head. As Jack winded up to bring the pipe down, Zach stuck his hand up and it hit the radiator pipe. At 17, both of them were evenly matched in strength, but still not superhuman, except for Zach's advantage. There was a large crack and Jack opened his eyes in surprise. The radiator pipe snapped in half as soon as Zach’s hand made contact with the metal pipe. Zach wasted no time, jumped into the air, and roundhouse kicked him hard in the stomach, and almost leveled his ribs. He grabbed the water that they were fighting over and he unfurled his 16-foot black-as-night wings. That was one thing special about Zach. He could fly.

As I tell him the news of Giles, I see his thoughts. I vision that he hopes to die with such courage and loyalty to God. He begins to think about his death and him leaving to the beautiful and luxurious Heaven. I do not want this for him, aye I want him to live. I am fighting my thoughts. I want to tell him to stay, stay for the baby, me, and the other children. We have so much to lose if he chooses to stay silent. It is symbolic how his silence will lead to a forever silence. Who am I to ask him to die or to live? But I love him and want to raise another son with him. If he lives, aye he will live in shame in the eyes of God and of himself. His name be ruined, his reputation and hard work all far gone. If he goes on, what happens to his field?

The air was crisp and cold. The autumn leaves crunched under my feet. This was the day that my adventure began. I walked down the meager road that ran through the heart of my city, and I shook, both from nerves and a lack of suitable clothes. It was only October but there was already snow on the ground. As I passed by houses and shops, faces peeked out at me, only looking for a second and then disappearing behind the curtain. These weren 't faces of hate or anger, but of fear, both for me and themselves. They knew it was likely I would never to return.

When I made it my goal to visit all seven continents, I was not kidding. Although I had lived in India for a long time, I still wanted to explore Asia, and four years after my Europe trip, that is exactly what I did. The wonderful country of Singapore and the exotic country of Thailand were my next destination in this majestic travel diary of mine. My family and I started this wonderful trip two days before the start of spring break in my sophomore year in high school. Missing school even for a day, let alone for two days, is hectic in terms of classwork and homework, but it worth missing school for the joyous memories. I reached Singapore on April 6 and went directly to Phuket, Thailand. On the first day of the trip, my family and I had gone