Personal Narrative: The Best Yoda Story

When I was ten years of in the summer of 2008, my Mom, Dad, brother, and I all drove to a farm out in the middle of nowhere to check out some puppies we saw on craigslist.When we arrived, I saw a grassy field with 5 dogs on it, and trees covering the perimeter. The dad of all the puppies was watching over like an ancient guardian, he was pretty intense, he was a massive brown Labrador, that didn’t move around much because of his old age; the farmer that owned them told me that the dad was 12. Not wanting my eventual dog in the first place, I remember that I didn’t think that he was hyper enough, and I wanted a puppy that would keep up with me. Mine, or anyone else's opinion did not matter in the situation though, Mom wanted that particular …show more content…
The only thing that I was going on was a soccer banquet for our season that just finished. In the morning I saw Yoda barking at the window, and I looked out at it, and saw a pack of deer, I let him get out and chase them away. He normally could never touch the deer, but today was different. After I saw all the deer go away, I called Yoda back in, but I got no response, just him constantly barking. So I went over to him, and saw a dent in our chain link fence, and a deer, lying on the ground.Out of nowhere, then, the deer started to foam at the mouth and had a seizure right then and there; then the deer died.The dead deer did not freak me out that much though, since I have volunteered at the wildlife center for around seven years, so seeing dead animals was part of my daily life, like when I would open our fridge there would be dead mice resting against the milk, and that was normal; because of that I was more excited about Yoda actually catches a deer, rather than the fact that there are now a dead deer in our yard. Instantly afterwards, I informed my mom and brother of the situation, and my mom confirmed that the deer war dead; we didn’t know what to do with the deer, who do you call for a dear deer in your backyard.There was no time to think about that because I needed to go to my soccer banquet. At that time, Yoda was not on my mind at all, all I was thinking about was winning the …show more content…
In this situation his advice worked, I wanted to break down into nothingness, but I did not, and remained strong and helped my brother and mother. I always thought the idea of men being strong was dumb before, but now I don’t know; I thought about my dog, how Yoda was never the toughest dog, he was a wimp, a kind heart wimp but nevertheless a wimp. Being a wimp didn’t matter to Yoda though, he just lived his life, and did what he thought was best, weather it was hitting dogs with his but, or jumping off cliffs. Yoda never tried to be anything better than what he was, and that's how want to live my life. I look up in this world, and I see, in my opinion, a society of materialistic people that try their hardest to isolate themselves in their own little worlds, and a lot of the time, I do not feel like I fit into that. When I think about Yoda, he was a dog in a household full of humans, and he fits in fine. I have come to terms that there may not ever be a specific place for me in society, like my dreams in life are to be a writer and/or a UFC fighter, one of them gets punched in the head, the other used what's in their head, that's pretty counter productive. I realize that even if it may feel overwhelming trying to find my place, that I know that there is only one Ben