Personal Narrative: Rowdy's Deaths

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To start with, I have had a lot go on in the past few weeks, involving family. My oldest brother Rowdy was arrested and that was really rough for me because I look up to him. My Mom bailed him out and he came home. He was so happy to be out and I talked with him and it was awesome to have him back. My grandma called Rowdy and asked if he could come over to eat and talk. Rowdy said he’ll be right over. He then takes off on the motorcycle and he doesn’t come back for a while and I’m freaking out. Then my mom calls me saying Rowdy was in a motorcycle accident and that she will be home soon. My Mom comes home and gets me then we rush to the hospital to see him. Thankfully he wasn’t too bad, he has a broken clavicle and severe road rash. Several days later he has surgery done to his clavicle and he is now in a lot of pain. It is hard to see …show more content…

There is a good chance that he could get infection if they don’t rewrap his wounds. So I’ve have a really sucky month and it doesn’t seem to get better. I really hate how much it brings me down because I’m a half glass full kind of guy. Rowdy could get out today if the court favors his side. I hope he is able to get out of jail today. I am reading better now than I did before I came into this class though. I can better understand books and I progress in books a lot faster. I used to be the guy that only liked magazines! So I thank you for helping me to get better at reading and actually enjoy it. I really enjoy this class and it is like a breath of fresh air to me. You always know how to lighten mood when people are having a bad day, so good job to you! I am probably just going to hang out with friends on Fall Break if my parents don’t have anything planned. Sorry about ranting about my brother’s situation but i just needed to explode in some way, so I thought if I did it on the keyboard I would type fast and come up with four-hundred

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