Narrative Essay My life hasn’t been the hardest, most of all not the easiest. We need to realize, when we get sick that something serious could be wrong with us. My mother and father broke up when I was two years old; shortly after I moved in with my grandmother who fostered me. My mom still took me to all the special events like the first day of school, School concerts, including the first most of all the last time I was arrested. My grandmother, of course went to all the events, how could anyone think otherwise when it was her that raised me. When I was in the second semester of second grade of school, my grandmother made fried chicken. I got so sick that my stomach was in prodigious amounts of pain and I was vomiting. My grandmother …show more content…
I woke up, my eyes squinting, barley able to make out the nurses surrounding my bed as they are pushing the bed down a hallway. “Dakota wake up, It is time to wake up Dakota” I could hear one of them say. I passed out again. The next day I woke up with a tube in my chest right above my heart, blood and medication was being administered. The IV was out of my arm (At that time there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to die). My grandmother was next to me again in the same chair which she sat every night and day. I could hear her praying. She stopped, looked at me and told me everything will be fine and she was confident about it. She sat up in the chair reached out for the phone and called my mother. “Stacy, Dakota is awake, you need to come here to see your son” My grandmother looked at me with sad, tired eyes “Dakota will you be okay with your mom today while I go home, Take a shower and try to get a good night’s sleep?” “Yeah grandma, I will be okay with mom” I …show more content…
We watched TV, Played a couple board games and cards. It was right when we both started to end the night. “Mom I don’t feel good” I said almost crying “I think I’m going to die I’m scared” I leaned toward her and vomited all over her. My mother has never moved so fast. She hit the nurse’s button, the nurse went in to the room, saw me then walked out and brought back crackers, a gown( for my mother to wear) and a Plastic bag (for my mom can put her dirty clothes in). My mom got dressed and called my grandmother to let her know what happened. She passed the phone to me “Dakota are you going to be okay?” my grandmother asked frantically. “No, I want you here grandma, I was feeling better with you here” I said crying. “I know you want to get a good sleep, and I’m sorry” My grandmother told me not to worry and she drove to the hospital to release my mom and stayed with me. My grandmother watched me all night and was there for the three days I had left at the
I’d just gotten off the bus from school and was in a good mood, excited even because I had a field trip the next day. As soon as I walked in the door I was whisked away to run errands with my mom and it was just like any other day. Then she got a phone call in the car. It wasn’t unusual but this time when we pulled into a store’s parking lot she got out and asked me to wait. So I sat back and waited while she walked a little ways away to talk. When she came back to get me she was quiet and when we walked through the store and I begged her for all the usual toys and snacks she didn’t say no, she just put them in our basket and moved on. I didn’t notice that then, only when I relived the day later on did I realize all she’d done. When we finally got home she brought me and my sister up to her bedroom together and broke the news.
It took me a long time to fall asleep that night. But before I fell asleep I decided to talk to my Grandma about it. The next day I went over to her house and asked her about it. Immediately she changed the subject asking, how my day was going and so on. She offered me juice and cookies. After I was done, I went home wondering why she wouldn’t tell me. After that day I just forgot about the whole thing.
I was born and raised in New York City and lived there until the summer of 2008. In the 14 years of living in New York City, I had numerous events that influenced my life. Each event serves as a memory of something that once was. Trying to decide which memorable event from my past to write about is difficult because many of the events in my life have shaped me into the person I am. To narrow down an event, I am choosing to write about my experience of attending Green River Preserve summer camp located in North Carolina, where I learned to appreciate nature and all the living things around me.
I had spent the night at a friend’s house and I couldn’t sleep so I called my mom to come get me and bring me home. On our way home I talked to her about how I wasn’t comfortable sleeping away from home and how it scared me. When we got home I rushed to the door because my grandma and my little sister Alyssa were waiting for me. As I opened the front door I could hear screaming and voices I had never heard before. My heart started racing and I couldn’t think about anything but that I wanted to see what was going on. I shoved the front door open and my mom rushed to be behind me. As we walked into the house I was my grandmother screaming at someone and hiding my little sister behind her. Alyssa looked terrified like she was being attacked. My mom
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
There have been tons of things that I have learned and been taught in my life, by a number of people such as family, teachers, or even friends on occasion. The things they taught me vary from math and other related subjects to just some truly simple yet meaningful life lessons. However, there is nothing quite as unique, quite as special as a person teaching themselves a life lesson. It really is an amazing accomplishment for a person to teach themselves something. It is not quite as simple as another person teaching them something because it is not just the transferring of information from one person to another. The person instead has to start from scratch and process the information they have in their mind in order to come up with a new thought
The moment we stepped foot into the hospital, I could hear my aunt telling my mother that “he is in a better place now”. At that moment, something had already told me that my dad was deceased; it was like I could feel it or something. I felt the chills that all of a sudden came on my arms. As my mother and grandmother were both holding my hand, they took me into this small room. The walls were white, and it had a table with four tissue boxes sitting on the top. My other grandmother was there, and so were my two aunts, my uncles, and
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
My life experiment was to learn and memorize 5 new signs a day. Along with learning new signs, once a week I did a worksheet from a workbook I got for Christmas. After getting sign language flashcards, workbooks, and a sign language dictionary, I was and still am feeling motivated to learn five new signs a day. This was my choice for my life experiment because in college I want to major in Communication Sciences and Disorders, to eventually become a Speech Pathologist. A Speech Pathologist helps either kids or adults who have a difficulty in their speech which, in some cases, means working with patients that are hard of hearing. Learning Sign Language is essential in becoming my dream career.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
One of them was that I was on my journey with someone. I was on the journey with my boyfriend Dusty whom I have been with for four years. I am more like myself when I am with someone, especially Dusty, than when I am by myself. I do think that spending time with just yourself is a waste of time. You should just be out talking to people because who knows when that dreaded day of death will come. I think that you should just seize the moment and spend time with people. When I am by myself, I am quiet and withdrawn, but when I am with people, I talk up a storm and have a fun time just being me. I donÕt hold things back or try to act like someone IÕm not.
It was unexpected, heart-breaking, and frustrating. My parents’ divorce hit me like a brick wall. Every aspect of my life changed within the following years of their divorce. At the time, I felt like my world was ending, however, the separation took me places I could have never imagined; from South Dakota, to the Nation 's Capitol, to the beautiful land of Germany.
Once again my family and I were back in the cold gloomy hospital. My grandfather just had a severe heart attack. When the doctors finally let us go back to see him I was as happy as a puppy with a new ball. I wanted to give him a hug and tell him I loved him. After a couple of hours my mom took my sister and I outside to talk to us. She told us our grandfather needed surgery to live longer, but then she said something that I did not want to hear. She said he had talked to her about not wanting to have the surgery, that he was tired of hurting. She told us we needed to spend the rest of the time we had with him doing the things we loved like playing softball and watching movies together. I was not happy about this and I was not going to let him go, so when we got back in the room with him I walked up to his bed and told him I could not let him go, he needed to stay here, and watch my sister and I grow up, and watch us become better softball players. I then gave him the biggest hug I could and told him I loved him.
I have a very fulfilling feeling about what I have been able to accomplish in my life so far. I want the absolute best for myself and those close to me. I often go above and beyond to help those around me succeed and be the best version of themselves that they can possibly be.
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.