Personal Narrative: Rowing Through Fear

The boat goes forcefully into the sand knocking us over and we slide across the deck of the boat as the boat tips and we lie there in agony. We weren’t too badly injured and just some bruises and cuts. I stand up and look around which seems to be an isolated island which put us in a huge dilemma, I wasn’t too worried and thought we can contact emergency services and everything would be back to normal, but it wasn’t that easy. Any chance of communication was destroyed. The boat radio device was destroyed.

The Song Tra Bong River is a symbol of the once pure lake that would turn to mud and create a disaster that would overflow his life for a long time, if not forever. Norman explains that the river “was exactly like any other river, nothing special” but in the wet seasons that “the rains never stopped, not once, and so after a few days the Song Tra Bong overflowed its banks and the land turned into a deep, thick muck” (O’Brien, 135). This represents the turning point in his life from clear and simple to a never ending rain turning the river into muck. During the war his life felt heavy and difficult to get through.

(pg 118).” In this moment that Louie and the crew members crash, Louie is drowning but eventually makes it up to shore. He finds his friend Phil and the tail gunner, Mac and they all live the on rafts. While in the rafts, they have to struggle when Mac has also eaten all their chocolate and all their water is done. However, Louie shows his endurance throughout their lives stranded in the sea.

I decided I would only play for a little bit, that way I would be conscious enough to be able to get home safe. ​After what seemed like forever, the game ended. By that time, I felt light-headed and full of joy. I could not think straight because of how intoxicated I was. If I kept drinking, I knew I would get caught by mom.

There he was a 17 year old boy going to jump into freezing water. That he could possible die in and stay there for ever after he jumped a lifeboat picked him up and saved him when he got on the bout they were packed like sardines as the stern was up in the air nobody moved for fear to fall over. That big quote helped me feel like I was jumping of the bout and pulled up into a lifeboat where I am jammed in pack together as tight a sardinians. Not knowing where his parents were they could be dead or freezing in the water. As you can see these quotes in the story made you feel like you were there and going through this tragedy.

One must ride a bridge over the river to get to the House of The Old or the Giver’s home. This section of the river seems violent because of the excerpt, “Now he was on the bridge, hunched over on the bicycle, pedaling steadily. He could see the dark, churning water far below” (163). This description may be exaggerated, though, because of the melancholy mood of the chapter. At one point, a Four named Caleb was lost in the river, and the community performed the Ceremony of Loss.

Dylan found great joy in scaring us by shaking the dock even harder. However, he eventually grew tired of this and joined us in our hunt for fish. After a mere matter of minutes, poles began to curl and bend towards the water. Dylan rushed over to help reel in whatever was caught. We grabbed our cell phones and posed with the fish, smiling from ear to ear, beaming with pride.

In addition, there is also conflict between Rainsford and the ocean, as the water prevents him from getting

After Rainsford reached too far for his pipe, he was sent into a life or death situation while his “cry was pinched off short as the blood-warm waters of the Caribbean Sea dosed over his head. He struggled up to the surface and tried to cry out, but the wash from the speeding yacht slapped him in the face and the salt water in his open mouth made him gag and strangle” (Connell 2). As the readers read by this section of the story, their eyes would open wide in response to the situation that Rainsford was left in. The readers want Rainsford to pursue past this obstacle and find land. During the diligent fight with the ocean, the readers are rooting for Rainsford to survive.

My husband offered to get my drink since he was getting his own. As kind as the gesture was, I obviously had to decline. He looked at me with a funny look, like why? I had to try to quickly come up with some reason to get my drink although he was right there.

Our guide, as we started over to Crane Lake the first morning indulged in sundry smiles and remarked that we should break our rods, so that, although placid in outward mien, I felt inwardly a little nervous; but I didn 't mean to break down until

Some people want the river to be left alone and allow the body to remain there while some want a dam to be built so the body can be retrieved. Luke is one that believes it should be left alone. Luke was the main person that helped the Tamassee River become a Wild and Scenic River in the first place, he doesn’t want all his hard work to be immediately thrown away. Luke experienced being beat up by loggers and having his place of work shot up because of people disagreeing with him. He believes that once they allow one person to start doing stuff to the river, everybody will start to mess with it.

His logic skills are used to lie quite often, but they were still successful. Huck uses simple logistics to save Jim and himself several times, often trying to keep people from Jim. Huck says frantically, “He’s sick - and so is Mam and Mary Ane…”(Twain 93). In chapter sixteen, Huck and Jim are on their raft and a few slave hunters are out near them. Huck ends up talking to them, with Jim on the raft by himself in the distance.

Using my one arm and leg I push my way to the surface. Looking around I see a beach like area. Kicking and flailing my appendages to my best ability I hope it 's enough to make it the the rivers edge. Beaching myself, I crawl about three feet before throwing up the water in my lungs. After my lungs were purged of any unnecessary liquids I stood, leaning on my good foot, then looking at my damaged arm.

There horses were starting to drown and the wagon fell over. Nobody got hurt but i don 't think they are going to continue the trail. We got onto the ferry and parked and everyone sat by the edge watching the