Personal Narrative
David Laughery
Shane Fliger
College Composition
February 14, 2013
Personal Narrative
Like most, my Fifth grade year was supposed to be awesome; it was the last year before I was finally able to go to Ben Franklin, the giant School whose football and baseball fields I had played on for years, just waiting for the time I could show I was good enough to play for their City Championship teams. But when I look back on that year that had so much promise, it didn’t go as I had thought, and ended up being one of the hardest of my life, both mentally and physically. It was almost twenty years ago, but I can replay the day like it was yesterday (to a point). It was the middle of spring, May 1st to be exact, and it was a much anticipated …show more content…
Christmas was approaching, which meant it was time to have my cast removed. I remember accepting my Dad’s collect call that morning, and him telling me that I would feel almost normal again once I had it removed and went back to School. I tried my hardest to take his advice into account heading back to the Hospital that day. I entered Johns Hopkins once again, but under very different circumstances this time. I had my life nearly taken away the last time, but as I walked out, the advice I was given repeatedly ran through my head, and for the first time in a long time, I had positive thoughts running through the cold, dark cell my mind had turned into. Several weeks later I went back to School, but once again, under very different circumstances then I had envisioned. I remember walking in, and to my surprise, everyone was excited to see me. The people who were once my best friends, who I had completely banished, accepted me like nothing had …show more content…
If I had not gone through this situation, I know I wouldn’t be as strong as I am today. As painful as it was, it made me who I am and who I will eventually become. I consider myself a very lucky individual for having the people that I did on my side I cannot imagine who could have become of me had I not. My home School teacher refused to let me depressed, telling me numerous horrible jokes every day, whether I laughed or not, all while keeping me focused on getting back to the School she knew that I really wanted to attend. My mother gave me inspiration by waiting on me and my brother hand and foot, from the time the Sun rose, till we decided to turn off the Sega and go to bed. But the person who helped me the most, is probably the person most wouldn’t have expected. It was the man who brought all this heartache and sorrow up in the first place, my Father. Facing several Felonies, fighting the emotions of knowing that his Brother would be gone forever, knowing that he would spend possibly the next ten years of his life in Prison, he still did everything he possibly could to make me and my brother feel normal. Some people may not understand how big of a deal it is to feel normalcy, but sometimes as hard as others try to be different, being normal can be an amazing thing. His calls, his letters, and
Shane Fliger
College Composition
February 14, 2013
Personal Narrative
Like most, my Fifth grade year was supposed to be awesome; it was the last year before I was finally able to go to Ben Franklin, the giant School whose football and baseball fields I had played on for years, just waiting for the time I could show I was good enough to play for their City Championship teams. But when I look back on that year that had so much promise, it didn’t go as I had thought, and ended up being one of the hardest of my life, both mentally and physically. It was almost twenty years ago, but I can replay the day like it was yesterday (to a point). It was the middle of spring, May 1st to be exact, and it was a much anticipated …show more content…
Christmas was approaching, which meant it was time to have my cast removed. I remember accepting my Dad’s collect call that morning, and him telling me that I would feel almost normal again once I had it removed and went back to School. I tried my hardest to take his advice into account heading back to the Hospital that day. I entered Johns Hopkins once again, but under very different circumstances this time. I had my life nearly taken away the last time, but as I walked out, the advice I was given repeatedly ran through my head, and for the first time in a long time, I had positive thoughts running through the cold, dark cell my mind had turned into. Several weeks later I went back to School, but once again, under very different circumstances then I had envisioned. I remember walking in, and to my surprise, everyone was excited to see me. The people who were once my best friends, who I had completely banished, accepted me like nothing had …show more content…
If I had not gone through this situation, I know I wouldn’t be as strong as I am today. As painful as it was, it made me who I am and who I will eventually become. I consider myself a very lucky individual for having the people that I did on my side I cannot imagine who could have become of me had I not. My home School teacher refused to let me depressed, telling me numerous horrible jokes every day, whether I laughed or not, all while keeping me focused on getting back to the School she knew that I really wanted to attend. My mother gave me inspiration by waiting on me and my brother hand and foot, from the time the Sun rose, till we decided to turn off the Sega and go to bed. But the person who helped me the most, is probably the person most wouldn’t have expected. It was the man who brought all this heartache and sorrow up in the first place, my Father. Facing several Felonies, fighting the emotions of knowing that his Brother would be gone forever, knowing that he would spend possibly the next ten years of his life in Prison, he still did everything he possibly could to make me and my brother feel normal. Some people may not understand how big of a deal it is to feel normalcy, but sometimes as hard as others try to be different, being normal can be an amazing thing. His calls, his letters, and