Personal Narrative: Pocahontas

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Pocahontas has always been my favorite Disney movie but unlike most little girls, she wasn’t my favorite character in the movie. I was drawn toward Grandmother Willow. She reminded me a lot of my own grandmother. The Queen is wise, sweet, kind, loving, caring, inspiring, and spiritual, just like Grandmother Willow. I cannot see myself living in a world where my grandmother does not exist. She’s my best friend, my shoulder, my comforter, my prayer warrior, my rock and so much more. From the time I was born, there has been a special connection between us, a connection that my siblings don’t have with her.
I grew up on a semi-small Indian reservation in New Mexico. There are six villages on the reservation and I lived in the Paraje/Casa Blanca
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I remember my brother telling me to not cry or make a noise because someone was at the door and he didn’t want them to know that we were home by ourselves. We heard our playroom window open and I remember my brother grabbing his lightsaber and walking toward the hallway, I saw him look around the corner and run to the playroom. When he came back, there was the Queen. Her face was red, you could see the anger and hurt in her eyes as she looked around the living room and looked at us. The relief I felt when she picked me up that day is still the relief I feel when she gives me a hug today. It didn’t take long for her to find my mother and tell her that she was taking us away from her until she grows up and remembers that she’s not a teenager anymore. The court process didn’t take long, I remember sitting in the court room and my grandmother standing in front of the judge with the proposition she had come with and the terms she had set for her own daughter. A few of the terms were; (a) Ms. Martinez is to have supervised one hour visits with her children, (b) Ms. Martinez is allowed to take her children on …show more content…
When I turned 14 years old, we almost lost her. For months we didn’t know she was fighting stage three breast cancer. Doctors removed masses and she was in remission. Until she got the phone call that changed our lives and our faith. The cancer was back and it was worse than before. My grandparents called us into their bedroom and told us what we didn’t know and what was going to happen to her. This second round didn’t look good but she was at peace with what would happen. We gathered around the bed, held hands and we each said our own prayer for her. The next two days were tough, on the third day we went to the hospital with her. As we waited in the room for the doctor we prayed again. Then about an hour later the doctor came back in and said these words I will never forget, “Mrs. Martinez, rarely or if ever does this happen but the cancer, we can’t find it anywhere on the scans. It is gone. You are cancer free.” I will never know the debt I owe her, I’ll never know the evil that’s been spared or the tears she’s shed for me. Her nights of intersession have saved me on more than one occasion. She’s constantly standing in the gap, wrestling with power and principalities for not only me but her family. Many nights crashing through strongholds and praying for chains to be broken. She loves my grandfather so much. She has been a Navy wife, a pastor’s wife, a deacon’s wife, a police officer’s

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