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Personal Narrative: Becoming Apart Of The National Guard

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I believe in the act of paying it forward, and treating others the way you want to be treated in the midst of it. Ever since I was a little girl, I always had a heart to help anyone that I was able to. I hated seeing others down, making it seem as if I was higher than them when I had nothing. I believed that if I was in their shoes, I would want someone to help me. Seeing homeless people on the side of the streets sad, hungry, desperate for just a bite of a sandwich or even a couple dollars to get them by for the next few days, made me realize how much I want to help people who are in need. This is the reason I am becoming a nurse practitioner and become apart of The National Guard. Desperation strongly shows in oneself, especially those in …show more content…

He had become extremely depressed and put something on facebook that sounded as if he was going to harm himself. I knew then that I needed to do whatever I could to help him not just for the sake of his life, but the sake of my brothers. I then proceeded to talk to him and eventually calmed him down enough to where he wasn’t thinking of harmful things. I let him know that my brothers and I want him around, and that I would help him get back up on his feet. He was still living in his car at this point, with no money, no food, no gas, and on a suspended license. I knew in my heart, that I needed to help him, so I did the best I could with my resources and sent him money to help him until he was able to receive his disability paycheck two weeks later. He needed to go to the doctor, pay for his meds, eat, get gas, and have a small portion just for an emergency. That following Monday, I sent him some food, and a little more money to help get his medications he needed for the time being. During this entire time, I was also trying to help him find a home to stay in so he wasn’t hurting and in danger while sleeping in his car. He is now staying with my cousin

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