Personal Narrative

I woke up before the Sun shined through my window. I happily stretched and got out of bed. I put on my business uniform, because I had been promoted. As the new executive manager of Walmart, I had to move to the central office in San Francisco. I booked the first flight in the morning, because I wanted to tour the building with my co-workers. I ate my toast, and I jumped into the car and began my ride. I smiled as the Sun came over the horizon and warmed my face. It made me get happy butterflies in my stomach. I was so happy to be starting a new chapter in my career, that I got there two hours beforehand. I wanted to make sure I got my ticket in time. I sat down in the waiting area, and smelled the coffee the employees were making for their

Oh, silly me, I forgot to tell you my name. I'm Rosie.” the lady said. “That's a beautiful name. I'm Lana.” I replied. “You have a pretty name, too.” “Thank you.” “Why are you looking at reviews online?” “I'm looking for ways to improve our stores.” “That's a wonderful idea.” “Thanks.” As I kept looking at the reviews, I realized how hard being manager was going to be. Everybody had complaints about our services. I was so deep in thought, I didn't notice the concerned look on my face. “What's wrong?” Rosie asked. “I don't know. I'm looking at all of these suggestions, and it makes me wonder if I'm up for this job.” “Let me give you some advice. You're a good person, and I think if you listen to your heart, you'll make the right decisions.” “Thank you Rosie.” “My mom told me...” Before Rosie finished, lots of screaming erupted from the first class cabin. I heard yelling in a language I couldn't understand. A loud BANG! came from the cabin and the screaming was so loud, I had to cover my ears. As soon as the shrieking died down, I jumped up and ran to the first class cabin. “What's going on?” I yelled. “We're under attack!” a man

“What should we do?” I asked. “What can we do?” a woman answered. I thought about this. What are we supposed to do? Are we just going to wait to die? How can we fight these people who are armed? I then remembered what Rosie said: “If you listen to your heart, you'll make the right decisions.” I then found a lot of confidence. My breathing returned to normal, and I smiled with courage. “Hey, everybody.” I shouted. I paused for a moment, thinking of the right thing to say. “How many of you have parents, kids, or spouses back at home?” Everybody nodded their heads. “And how many of us want to go home and see them again?” Everybody nodded in agreement, again. Some tears came to people's eyes. “After thinking, I realized the only possible way to defeat these people is to fight them and fly the plane. Does anybody have experience or training in flight?” A man raised his hand. “I was in the Air Force.” “Great.” I replied. “Now, I'm not forcing anybody to fight these people, but whoever is willing, I'd be glad to have some