Personal Narrative: The Day Makayla Was Born

In 2003, a young thirteen year old named Bethany Hamilton was attacked by a shark at Tunnels Beach in Kauai, Hawaii. In 2010, my family and I ended up actually going to the beach that Bethany was attacked. We drove down from the hotel we were staying at through all the beautiful scenery that was so different from that of Idaho. The car we rented was a red Jeep and we had the top off all the way to the beach. It was perfect, the sunshine above, the warm salty air licking our faces as we sped through the streets lined by looming palms swaying in the breeze. As we arrived at the beach, I thought to myself that it looked incredibly calm and had a very difficult time imaging Bethany Hamilton and her friends and family rushing her to the hospital. Seeing that beach gave a whole new meaning to me about the courage Bethany had to get back in the water because I was even a little apprehensive about getting into waters where a shark attacked. While in Hawaii, we decided to also give snorkeling a shot. Tunnel Beach was said to be a great place for seeing all the extraordinary plant life Hawaii’s reefs had to offer and the beach was known to be a resting place of many sea turtles. Sure enough, my family and I were snorkeling not too far off shore and a few sea turtles are swimming in the deep blue below us! We were amazed at the great size of the

A role model is someone you are inspired by, someone you look up to. I believe role models come from the heart and they make you strive to be the best you can be. I look up to my older sister, Danaka, she used to treat me like she was my second mother. Danaka always cared for me and picked me up when I fell down. We used to laugh, play, and have fun together when we were kids. Danaka also has a child of her own now, and I strive to become the loving, caring mother that she is. I look up to my sister because she is caring to all around her, she treats everyone with kindness and respect, and she has a gigantic heart for the world.

I was born in Berwyn, Illinois in McNeal Hospital on August 6, 2000, on a Sunday. I was born a month earlier than I was supposed to be, making me a premature baby. I weighed 5 pounds, 6 ounces and was 19 ½ inches long. As my father saw me he told my mother, “I make the most beautiful babies.” My mother’s family thought I looked like my father, the exact same nose, eyes, and lips. My mother was hemorrhaging after she had me and almost passed away. My father was going insane and called my family members to come to the hospital. Because of this, my mother needed a blood transfusion. Luckily, my mother was completely fine. My parents named me “Miss Alyssa Blanca Espino,” she thought this name was unique, as well as others. My favorite part

Three days later I was discharged to come home with my mom and dad! It was my first time home on a sunny morning. My mom said I had a crib right next to their bed and that I would always try to climb out of it. She said that I had climbed out the one meter crib which was right next to their bed. She said that I would climb out to go sleep next to them. They had to make the crib longer in height. Coming home was probably the best thing for me as a baby. My parents feed me, dressed me, and did everything every parent should do for there child. My mom also says that my favorite food to eat was carrot, so that was the only thing I ate. I also turned orange from eating to much carrots, which I thought was really funny.

On October 5, 2012, marked the arrival of my second child. It was around 2 a.m. when I started having symptoms of contractions. Given that this was my second child, you would think I would know that I was in labor but with my first child I was induced and didn 't have the chance to naturally feel everything on my own. Once the pains and tightening got stronger I knew it was time, and me being that person that waits till the last minute, I needed to pack my hospital bag. The time was now 3 a.m. and the contractions were so severe that I couldn 't even walk. So here I am trying to pack clothes and necessities to take wih me to the hospital while crying and taking a painful step every 5 seconds. Then, all of a sudden, I feel a gush and I yell to my husband " I think my water

I am a pioneer! My pioneer story isn’t your average Latter Day Saint pioneer story, as far as historical LDS stories go! I was raised by goodly parents, I was born and raised in Spokane Washington. I am the youngest of three children born to Jim and Shannon Newell. My brother James is the oldest and four years older than myself. My sister Kim is the pickle in the middle and the peacemaker, she is just two years older. Growing up my brother and I had a love-hate relationship, we enjoyed driving each other crazy. As for Kim and I, we have always shared a close relationship. Kim is the sister every sibling should have, she was never mean or hateful, she is the sister that I don’t deserve.

I still remember July 31, 2015 like it was yesterday. I was lying in bed at five in the morning, contemplating the day I had ahead of me on a warm summer morning. Hearing a knock on my bedroom door, my mom walked in and whispered that she was leaving for the hospital with my dad. All I could manage to do was hug her. My mom was scheduled to be induced to have my youngest brother, Andrew. Throughout her pregnancy, numerous concerns arose due to her age. Thankfully, Aunt Joy from Florida offered to help while Mom was in the hospital and after.

Hi i’m Bella. I look like a happy go lucky African american woman. Well to all that say that they only got one part right in that whole statement. I’m an average african american woman. I have nothing and no one to truly call my own. Its has been that way for so long time now. When i lost my parents my whole life changed and i couldn’t control myself any more. I was so lost. I refused to eat i never really ate anything only enough to survive. I still don’t know why i choose to keep living.

Resonance from the guns roared as its dense smoke engulfed the blood-stained Reservation. The pungent odor from the corpses accumulated in the mass grave overwhelmed Chaska’s puny unfledged proboscis. Chaska’s mother and father were a part of that pile. His mother tried to save his father from dying, but the result was both of them getting shot and killed. Chaska was a timid and timorous eight-year-old boy with short black hair and a tanned colored body. He wore tattered black clothes with stains and rips covering it. Chaska lost his family, except his dog Ohitekah. Ohitekah was a bold and brave German Shepherd with black marks covering most of his brown body. Chaska sat on the eroded ground, staring into the enormous hole as he embraced his pet’s

Anzaldua story is familiar to my story in a way because of the experiences we have went through. Anzaldua sheds light on what she has been through in her essay. She has gone through some tough experiences at school, as did I. When I was smaller not only in school, but my life at home, it was hard because I never knew where I fit in. When I was with my father’s side of the family, whom are African American, it was hard because I was basically the only mixed child. All my cousins looked different from me and I did not know why. It was really hard for me growing up and trying to fit it. I would try to do things that they would do, or dress a certain way when I was with them to show that I was more like them. I thought they thought as me being

I am Princess Abrahams. I am a 15 year old girl from Nigeria who came to the United States at the age of 13. I came to America on January 19, 2013 , A day I will never forget. I stepped my feet in America, the "Land of Freedom and Opportunities ". It was a very exciting journey at knowing the aspects of different opportunities and no limit of who I wanted to be.

I don 't exactly remember the day learned to read, I guess learning to read came hand in hand with learning to write, slowly. I remember having to copy words off of a blackboard onto paper, then re-write those words over and over again until I not only memorized how to write them but also how to pronounce them. I remember every Friday was library day in elementary school and my friends and I would always fight to be first in line to get to the sports section because we never wanted to have to read anything "boring". I enjoy reading for pleasure but I dislike reading for information, most likely because I have a difficult time learning something just by reading it, I am more of a hands on learner. I enjoy the Killing series by Bill Orielly,

I woke and it was a regular day just waiting for my daugther to decide it was time to come out. i had went to starbucks with my sister , mom , and sister in law on my way back home i started feeling uncomfortable. We got back home and waited around.My mom and sister started running around getting things ready because it was time to head out to the hospital it was bbay time. My contractions werent that bad till i got in thecar ride it was horrible i remeber i almost started crying from the excrutiating pain i was in. I remember getting to the hospital and 2 hours later doctors and nurses where rushing and it was because

Becoming a father in my life was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Living for someone else and not just yourself is a special feeling. Knowing that it is your sole duties in life are now to love, provide, teach, mentor, discipline and love some more. I always hear people say “ Im don 't think I 'm ready to be a parent.” and to be honest I do not think anyone is ready to be a parent. I can still remember like it was yesterday the day my son was born. The feelings leading up to the day he was born were the most nerve racking days of my life.

It all started when I was in elementary school. I was in the sixth grade. It was early in the morning, and my stomach was acting up. I used to fake and pretend like I wasn’t feeling good so I could stay home. But this time it was real. So I called my mom to ask if it was ok to walk home, she said no. She told me to try to make it to lunch, and that I was probably just hungry. She was tired of me skipping school. So I waited and waited until lunch came. The whole time I sat in class holding my stomach with my head down. I begged my teacher to let me use the phone, but she was told that I wasn’t allowed. Finally lunch was here, and I couldn’t wait to feel better. I was very, very, very thirsty! I drank lots of chocolate milk, and barely ate. I was feeling better for the moment, but that didn’t last long. About fifteen minutes later I was even worse. I somehow got back to class and fell into my seat. My stomach twisted and pinched. I ask the teacher again to use her phone but she said no. When I told her I was going to throw up she still told me no. I couldn’t take the pain and I felt too sick. I threw up on the floor. I could barely move. I