Personal Narrative: My Genocide

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On April 28th, 1957, two of my friends and I were invited by my sister and an another person to go on a picnic with them. Since we had nothing else better to do, we decided to go. Just as all of us were about to depart, another friend stopped by my house and asked if we would like to go to the Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs, a city north of Pueblo, to go swimming. We choose that as a better choice than a picnic. We arrived home from the Broadmoor swim outing around 3:00 p.m. on that Sunday afternoon. When we turned onto my street, I noticed several cars parked on both sides of the road. I was curious as to what was going on at my house because I was not aware of any events happening at my house on that day. Upon entering the …show more content…
I went into my bedroom and closed the door, taking the phone that was in the hallway with me. It would reach to my bed because it was attached to a long cord. I called my girlfriend to advise her of Jackie's death, and my resultant sorrow. She soon realized my state of agony was almost more than I could bear, with my life going from extreme happiness to deep sadness in a moment of time. She began talking to me, and I felt an instant sense of comfort. My girlfriend reminded me that Jackie was a Christain, and I would see her again some day. But my life must continue, and I must live on until that day that I was called home to be with the Lord. I instantly realized not only was she going to be my future wife, but that she was also my earth angel and would be at my side no matter what the immensity of the problems that confronted us. I begin talking with her at 3:30 a.m., and we were still talking at 10:00 a.m. when I fell asleep. I awoke the next morning, and I could her voice saying "Body, are you there?" I spent as much time as I could with her in person and on the phone for the next few weeks, because she was my comfort and my support, and to repeat as I earlier stated, she was special, to