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Memoir in Life Story

   

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RUNNING HEAD: MEMOIR IN LIFE STORY
Memoir in Life Story
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Part 1
Imagine waking up in the middle of a dark dense forest. Imagine waking up to the sounds
of fearful animals like the jackals and the tiger and not the beautiful soothing voice of the
songbirds. Imagine being covered with mud, dirt, and dust all over your body. Imagine getting
bankrupt and getting landed up in the middle of the forest with no money. On top of all, imagine
that you were left all alone to die there in the forest with no warm clothes, food or money. It had
been snowing all night long and you were left all alone under the tree in the midst of that forest.
You could hardly move your hands or your legs or even any other parts of the body. This is
almost like feeling death to be very near and there is nothing but only hopelessness all around.
This kind of condition is perhaps unknown or even beyond the unknown. This was my condition
during the last winter. Whenever I recall this event, I do not know what the actual definition of
this event is. I might call not an adventure or once in a lifetime adventure but again you do not
call it an adventure when it was almost ready to take your life.
I could barely open my eyes. I did not know what was happening and why was I all
alone. I wanted to cry for help but there was not a single soul to be seen around. Neither could I
open my mouth for raising a voice. I felt that my tongue got frozen and I could not even move it
or separate it from my jaws. I could felt that my nose was red, stiff and blocked. It made
breathing really tough for me. This was becoming even more life taking for me as I had the
problem of asthma. This added to the misery that I was suffering through. I thought of calling the
police through my phone as I could not speak a word through my mouth. However, it was also
very tough for me to even move my hand and take it down to the bag underneath that would help
me to take out the phone.

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I knew that I was too weak to even move a bit. I still wanted to take the phone from my
bag for calling someone to help, as I did not want to die like this. I had to go home. I had to meet
my parents. I had to tell them sorry. This is the last hope and the last thought that was goby ion
in my mind as I recalled what happened the last night. I had been friends with a group of
strangers that started coming in our locality for the last two-three weeks. They were really
strange and did not behave well with any of the local people. Many people from our residence
also complained that they were harassed by those boys and girls. Not only this but that
mysterious group also stole money, gold, and other costly materials by using physical violence.
Knowing this my parents were really worried about me and warned me about them. They asked
me not to hang around with them or play with them.
I did not listen to them. I felt that these are all rumors and I really liked their company. I
was a teenager then and at that adolescent period having friends with whom one can hang around
is always cool. I thought that people are just spreading rumors about the fact that they are not
good and are robbers. They invited me to a party and for a bonfire in the forest. I told this at
home and there was a huge quarrel between me and my parents. They would not let me join the
party. However, I did not listen to them and I went to the party. Little could I sense about this
impending danger that was lurking in front of me.
I just remember that I went into the forest where that group had set up a bonfire and there
were music, food, and drinks all around. Initially, it was really very colorful and seemed
exciting. I also can recollect that my pet dog Lucy also accompanied me to the party. It was my
best friend and would never let me go out of sight. I also can recollect that I was about to take a
sip from a glass of drink and just then everything went blank. Something very hard hit the back
of my head and everything was slowly getting dark in front of my eyes and I could not see

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