Personal Narrative Analysis

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inding out that I had fully torn my ACL in the fall of my junior year nearly destroyed my world. Goals of mine suddenly sounded like fantasies and plans for that year were forced to come to a tragic end. Life as I knew it had changed forever. The days missed due to doctor visits and surgery to fix my knee did not placate the anguish of having to watch others move so freely and without pain. That part could not be aided by any form of medicine or rehabilitation. I faced distress while doing my rehabilitation in the gym and suddenly looking outside to see my teammates complete their football workouts, despite the fact that I complained about the grueling demands of the coach almost every practice last year. I could only ask myself why. Although

All About the ACL
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In November of 2010, I was playing basketball in the fifth game of my senior season. It was just like any other game. However, I would soon find out otherwise. It was late in the game; I drove into the lane and got fouled hard. I was knocked so off-balance that I speared the floor with my knee. As soon as my knee hit the floor I heard a “snap” that I will never forget for the rest of my life. Little did I know at the time, that would be the last shot of my high school basketball career. Not long after my injury, I consulted a doctor. After getting an x-ray and an MRI, the doctor informed me that I had completely torn my ACL and would need to have surgery. An ACL tear can be a very devastating injury. The anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) is one of the four major ligaments within the knee. The ACL is one of the most commonly injured ligaments, injured by an estimated 200,000 patients each year. Of the 200,000 annual ACL injuries, surgery is performed in approximately 100,000 cases. There are many types of reconstructive surgery on the ACL. However, there is an alternative to surgery in the form of physical therapy.
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Why I Want to Be a Physical Therapist
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During the ninth grade, I injured my knee playing soccer. The initial MRI did not show any tears, but the orthapedic surgeon did notice I was weak medially and that my patella was tracking laterally. He sent me to therapy to strengthen the inside of my leg and hopefully pull my kneecap medially. I started going to therapy and I adored my therapist, Kelley. Even though the exercises weren’t always fun or pain free I looked forward to therapy. She made things fun, and since I was interested in the field, would explain why I was doing certain exercises compared to others. The pain didn’t go away and she worked to help figure ...
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Failure Personal Narrative
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It was simple, at first thought, my career was over. As I was rushed to the hospital, I thought I was never going to play football again. The pain was so unbearable, that every bump in the road would sent a shooting pain throughout my leg. I was for certain that I would never return the field again.
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We all woke up that saturday morning hearing a cacophonous cry of sorrow, I closed my eyes in terror of what might have happened. As I opened my eyes I see that Anne Marie was crying on her stand on top of the shelf, looking down at Adam, who was on the floor with his arms and legs chewed off by that mean dog, whom they call buster.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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I was raised in rural wyoming where hunting was not only tradition, but a way of life. Since I could walk I had been accompanying my dad on all varieties of hunts. My father did all that was possible to pass on the knowledge and lessons needed for me to become a responsible hunter and man. However, there are some lessons that can only be learned through personal experience. They are often the ones of moral and ethical decisions. My sophomore year of high school I committed the hunting mistake most outstanding in my mind.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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I can divide life into two parts: The part before I went to the temple and the part afterwards. I suppose everyone could do that. On September 19, 1998, I went to the temple for my own endowments. I read my journal entry from that time and it did not do justice to what I actually experienced at the temple. I went through so many emotions and had so many questions answered that I had kept to myself.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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The skills that will beneficial in enhancing my ability to be other-oriented are as follows:
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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There's no questioning that the essence of society has become notorious for being unforgiving and cold to all those who encounter it. Some individuals are buffeted by it while a select few rise to the occasion to defeat it. In the so-called "adult world," few genuinely care about hardships faced by others previous to their concurrence and instead are only concerned with making personal gains. This concept is a rather disquieting one, but entirely relevant nonetheless. Personally, I’ve fallen victim to such conditions and have chosen to brave the storm. I come from a background saturated with difficulties and obstacles that I’ve never once used as leverage, or for the purpose of constructing excuses for my actions. And, I plan to continue in
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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This school year has been a downhill slide from start to finish, started it off by moving into a new house with family members that moved here from across the country, then we ended up having to kick some of them out, and while that was happening some of our animals disappeared or got injured so much that they had to be put down. Then our horse and mule got lost, and found, by one of our neighbors.
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As a first generation American, my parents worked extensive hours to support my family and consequently, they were rarely home with us. Through my experience at home, my leadership experience acquired over the years has taught me several important skills that an older brother must have. There were numerous occasions where my grandparents would care for us with our parents’ absence. However, a guilty conscience from within made me realize that there was so much more that I could do to alleviate their hard work. Thus, I began to take my siblings home after school and completed most of the chores at home; undertaking additional responsibilities allowed my grandparents to be at leisure and strengthened my ability to become a reliant older brother.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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This essay I thought was a fairly straightforward one for me, but many times I had to be creative. Writing about someone else is hard in the first place, and I had to focus my essay based on one topic or a few topics from a timeline of someone else’s life. This type of essay was not very easy for me to write because I write better when I can connect ideas to my own life and make it more personal. Thankfully this essay only had to be 2-3 pages long because I am not sure about the information I was given I could write any longer. One big issue I had with this essay was how creative I had to be with what I was going to write, and how distant I felt from the context.
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I never thought I would make it this far. Going into high school I remember thinking to myself that this would it be it, post secondary was never in the picture. December 2011, the consequences of a car accident had changed my perspective of everything around me, it was not until soon after that I’ve recognized the value of education. Despite so, the symptoms of a brain injury had held me back, as my emotions also stood in the way. Every day I had thought of giving up, I had failed at doing the simplest tasks. Struggling to adapt to new habits and taking on different approaches, the hardest part was managing chronic headaches. Later I realized how much I took for granted in the past and was determined to prove myself wrong; I will succeed.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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Today has been one of the most stressful, most fun, and most hectic days of my life. The day started normal. I got up, got ready, and went to school. The day was going good. I got to school on time, I got everything done for my senior experience, and tonight is the Laurens vs. Clinton football game. Second block is my internship, but today I did not have to go because it was Friday. My friends and I were waiting around for something to do until the pep rally that was later in the day. We decided to go to Presbyterian college and get some Starbucks because we had time to kill. I volunteered to drive the crew. How much better could this day get? It was Friday, I got out of school earlier than usual, I got to get Starbucks, and
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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It is exactly seven in the morning. My alarm erupts with a harsh blast, and I am roughly dragged from the world of dreams to drudge once more through the world of the living. I wipe the sleep from my eyes, and contemplate for a moment escaping back into the world of sleep – how sweet would it be to fall back on the bed, close my eyes, and drift once more through my dreams. Perhaps if I were more alert, I could have dramatized the situation, “To sleep, perchance to dream”. But frankly, I'm not awake enough to quote anyone (with perhaps the exception of Shel Silverstein), only awake enough to stumble headlong into the shower with the deepest hope that I can, with hot water, rectify my current state. I can't. The water is not arousing but soothing, relaxing my muscles and lulling me back into my quiet place of reprieve. I am a poltergeist, raised forcibly from my sleep by some ungodly force, and ready to do battle with the world
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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At a young age, I remember vividly asking my parents before my first ever baseball game, “Are you coming to watch me today?” My parents responded with a frown on their face, “No, we can’t be there today. Ask a parent if they can drop you off at home.” That was it.
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