“Couple days have passed and now I have 3 more day to be with my dad.” That night my uncle Scott came by angry. He and my Aunt had a talk with my dad about what he is doing with his life and how much grief he is causing. I got to say good bye to my dad because my uncle decided to take me home the next day. I had plans that day to hang out with some friends and go out on a date, but my uncle said it was best I go home.
My mom, Amy Toborg has left the biggest impression on me. My mom was born on March 29th, 1983. She is currently thirty-two years old. My mom had three children me, my eight-year old brother Jason, and my eighteen-month year old littlest brother Aidan. My mom is married to my dad Jason Toborg.
Personal Narrative by Kyle The reason i was named Kyle Hutton because Hutton is a Irish name. I was named Kyle because Kyle is also a Irish name. My family is somewhat Irish on both sides of the Family. That is why my name was Kyle.
It 's me, Jonathan Garcia. Your former student from the Spark program. I 'm just emailing you to tell you that I 'm writting a short story. Here what I have so far: As we enter our scene, our main character is introduced. Suspenseful music starts playing in the background.
This year, I was invited to my friend’s birthday at Disneyland. I was hesitant about going, since I’ve only ever been on rides like Mad Tea Party, It’s a Small World, and Haunted Mansion. I knew all of my friends loved rides like Matterhorn, and Splash Mountain. As scared and hesitant as I was, I knew that my friends would never force me on a ride I wouldn’t want to go on. So I went, the first ride of course, was the Matterhorn.
I knew something was wrong because I peeked outside and saw my dad outside on our deck in tears. I said “what’s wrong?” She said “Cannon, your grandfather passed away”. I burst into tears. It was already a rough time for me because about a month before that day, my great grandmother had passed away.
My hands became clammy and my heart started racing. I did not want to believe the words coming out of my mother’s lips, “His kidney failed three weeks after the operation, he is dead”. I was just 5 years old and I felt like there was no purpose to live. My father was everything to me. I already missed his genuine kindness, the way his smile formed whenever he talked to me about life, and the times where we had father-son time at the airport, watching airplanes fly.
The Journey My story begins with me being in the 4th grade. It was a bright yet cloudy day when we were outside for recess. My class has some of the worst people ever. There’s a guy named Wayne who won’t leave me alone only when he found out I was talking to his “girlfriend”. He would make fun of me and have his “friends” push me around like a dog.
As we sat in the grass and listened to this news, a deep pit, the feeling you get when you find out someone close has passed, formed inside of my stomach. Everything became blurry and I could only hear the mumbles of Hockemeyer 's voice. Everyone surrounding me seemed to be experiencing the same thing. No one ever saw it coming. After practice, I went up to ask Mrs. Hockemeyer a question about a fundraiser we were doing.
As I sit here with millions of task to do all I can do is freak out. I have finals, cheer try-outs, trying to figure out where I’ll attend school/ living next semester, finding a summer job, and what not. I became bombarded with anxiety and fear; I called my Momma ( April Robertson ). She told me listen to the song she use to sing when we were younger: If You Want Me To – Ginny Owens.
Slowly, he lifted the pillow above my head. ‘This is the end,’ I thought to myself; I didn’t feel sad, or angry. I knew my dad loved me and knew what was best for me. I held my breath as I waited for the end. He breathed out what I thought would be the last words I ever hear, “I love you,” and then he tucks the pillow under my head, and wraps his arms around me.
I have had tough hope once, I had to move to a different state and start to get used to the new place. Moving was hard and took a long time to move everything to our new house. My new house was hard to get used to because it was different and I wasn 't used to it which made it hard to sleep and I had to leave my friends behind and I would have to find new friends. Making new friends was hard because I would be alone until I found new friends and I would have no one to talk to so I would be very quiet. Usually I would always be talking to a friend and I am only social with friends.
I was not able to attend my own father’s funeral, because I was multiple states away, still fighting for our freedom. I felt terrible that I could not make it, as he was the man you influenced me to come to war. He inspired me to fight for our country, just as he did when he turned 18. I am going through everything that he had gone through; watching death on a daily basis, no sleep or a short amount, training on long, hot days, everything. But the thought of making my dad proud was a feeling I would have forever.
Mountains are everywhere, we are surrounded by them. People who take the time to incorporate in their lives and physically climb these mountains are yet the most courageous. Climbing these mountains reveals the physical power of a person, whether they fail or not. Erik Weihenmayer, who is a blind man, exposed his power to do what any man is capable of doing; he climbed the Mount Everest Summit. Through this, Weihenmayer demonstrated confidence, braveness, and ambition.
Starting over Starting over might be easy when you are young, but if you are middle age and already have a stable and calm life, it is very hard to start over. My family and I moved from Egypt to The US three years ago, so we had to start from scratch. We found systems in the US are different from my country. After we found a good residence, our concern was finding employment. I was a science teacher in my country, so I tried to find a job in the educational field, but there were a lot of requirements to get a job as a teacher.
