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“I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've left them,
someone should write a song about that” -Andy Bernard from the Office. I was born on January
28, 1999. I don’t remember much of what happened, but I’m sure I was there. Eventually, I
started having memories and for the majority of my life I didn’t even realize I was living in the
“good ole days”. I was loved and appreciated as a kid; even when my mom wouldn’t buy me the
toy I wanted. I had a great high school experience in my little hometown where I had good
teachers and better friends. Now I’ve been married for 2 years with a wife who loves and
supports me. Sometimes I’m able to slow down and reflect on my life and realize that in some
ways, I’m still living in the good old days. I hope that as I live my life I have a lot more
experiences like writing this paper where I can slow down and see just how lucky of a person
I’ve been. I hope as I remember and write about my life I’ll be able to see that through the good
and hard times, it’s been a life worth living. This is the personal narrative of Hadley Schmidt.
In the animated movie Inside Out we see a creative interpretation of what’s happening in
a young girl's brain. I highly recommend it. One of the key components of the movie was “core
memories” or key moments that made this girl who she was. Looking back I believe this might
have been my earliest memory and I wonder if it has become a “core memory” in a sense. I was
around five years old at the time and I was living with my family in a small house in Benson. I
remember that I woke up early before anyone else had gotten up. I walked outside my room
looking for the rest of my family, but something was wrong; no one was in the kitchen making
breakfast like they usually would(unbeknownst to me it was far too early for that). So I ran to my
brother's room and no one was there, then I frantically ran around the house trying to find people,
but I couldn’t find anyone. Then the horrific thought hit me, “Everyone had left me!” I rushed
outside in the cool morning and sprinted as hard as my little legs would let me up on an uphill
road next to my house.The hill seemed endless to me and I didn't make it far when I decided it
With nowhere else to look and crying helplessly, I turned around and started the slow,
defeated walk back to the house. When I opened the door to the house, still crying, I discovered
my entire family now walking about the house. It turns out they hadn’t abandoned me, but were
now awake and slightly annoyed at the distressed crying child. I’m not sure why I remember that
experience so vividly when it happened so long ago and I was so young. I think part of it stems
from the intense fear I felt with the thought of having my entire family leave me. I think the
reason this has become a “core memory” is because of how real that abandonment felt and the
fact that even now it’s still a feeling I never want to experience again. To my five-year-old self it
had felt that I was utterly and helplessly alone. I would be happy to report back to my five-year-
old self that to this day, nineteen years later, I’ve never felt that feeling again.
My Baptism
“Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man is born of water and of the
Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God”-John 3:5. Most Christian churches believe that
baptism in one form or another is an essential part of a belief in Jesus Christ. In my church, the
church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, baptisms happen at or after eight years of age. My
baptism when I was eight is another “core memory” because it was the first spiritual experience I
can remember. It was a small ceremony inside a church with friends and family around. One of
the first things I remember about it is that just before it began my Uncle jokingly asked if I
wanted to go smoke a cigarette before I was baptized to get a few last sins in. My eight-year-old
self wasn’t sure if he was joking at first and I remember looking up at him and refusing very
seriously.
I don’t remember much else about the ceremony, but I know that I walked into the
baptismal font with my dad and he slowly lowered me under the water. I remember when I came
up I had this amazing clean feeling; it was overpowering and overwhelming. We went back into
the bathroom to change into dry clothes but I was moving very slowly. When did my dad ask me
“What’s wrong?” I responded quietly "I feel different". This “clean” feeling lasted until after the
baptism when I began eating my favorite snack, strawberries, that someone had given me as a
treat at my baptism. I remember that my little sister went to grab some from me and I hit her
away to protect my new treasure. After that the clean feeling I had, was GONE!!!
That silly ending aside, this religious rite of passage that I experienced at a very young
age had a huge impact on who I was and who I became. I became part of a bigger religious
community that shared my same beliefs, but most importantly, was there to support and help me
like a second family. A short side note, one Christmas when I was very young my family didn’t
have enough money to buy us presents for Christmas. It was after a recent move and career
change, and my family was in a bad place financially. Somehow our local church found out
about this, and right before Christmas they supplied presents for all of my brothers and sisters,
and we were able to have a Christmas. These experiences have taught me that there’s something
beyond myself. There’s a spiritual aspect to life that I wasn’t aware of, and there are genuinely
good people who are making the world a better place. That’s led me to have an optimistic
Near-death experience
I’ve been closer to death more times than I would like, and not in a “that was a close call”
kind of way. Some of my brushes with death have been through long-lasting health issues that,
without medical intervention, would’ve killed me. This kind of brush with death made me face
the reality of what was happening to me. Instead of a flash of adrenaline, I believe these serious,
long-lasting problems have changed my perspective and appreciation for life. One of those
medical issues that made me appreciate life much more happened when I was fifteen years old
and a sophomore in high school. I remember it began with intense stomach cramps that would
not go away. My condition grew worse when I began passing large amounts of blood and began
to lose more and more weight. It became constant, so much so that I was losing weight and
My parents became desperate as my condition grew worse and we couldn’t find a doctor
that knew how to help. In a last-ditch effort, my parents asked to have my newly acquired brace
removed, hoping I had a nickel allergy that was the cause of my issues. Sadly, that wasn’t the
answer and my condition only worsened. Over the coming months, I went from doctor to doctor,
and no one seemed to know what I had or how to fix it. After a few months, I had lost thirty to
forty pounds and looked pale as a ghost. The tipping point was when I went to a high school
football game to watch the team I wanted to be on but couldn’t join. While there a registered
nurse saw me from a distance and said “that boy needs to go to the hospital right now”.
Within a week or two I found myself being transferred to Phoenix Children’s Hospital at
midnight where I was hospitalized for a week. The scariest part of that experience was when they
were wheeling me in to get an MRI. As they pushed my hospital bed out of my room I began to
feel an intense pain that I would compare to a small ball slowly expanding in my gut until it had
reaching the size of a bowling ball. It became so intense that my vision began to blur and then
grow dark. As this happened two thoughts entered my mind. First, I was about to die and second,
this is terrible that I have to die with my mom watching me. I woke up a few minutes later with
no one else aware of what I had just gone through. Eventually, I was diagnosed with Ulcerative
Colitis and after receiving treatment I was slowly returning to my healthy self.
Something that didn’t change for me was how terrified I was at just how cloe I felt to
death in those few seconds. It was about five or six years before I could talk about that
experience without getting emotional, thinking about how traumatic that was for my family and
my fifteen-year-old self. Although that was a difficult experience for me, it helped me recognize
an inner strength I didn’t know I had before. I felt like I had conquered death in that moment and
that has helped me face future problems and difficulties. No one wants to have trauma or
hardship in their life, and I didn’t want that to happen to me either, but that experience has
impacted who I am today. It’s helped me feel compassion for those around me going through
medical illnesses, and it’s helped me feel appreciation for every day that my body is functioning
“Don’t let your dreams be dreams” - Shia Lebouf. I believe one of the most powerful
things you can do is see something you know is going to be difficult, know that it’s going to take
more than you’ve done before, and then still achieve it. Sports have always been a big part of my
family’s life. My parents were both athletic when they were in high school, and they were our
number one fans wherever we played. But sometimes you’re not suited to the exact sports that
the rest of your family specializes in. Both my parents and my older brother and sister played
basketball. They were all good players, and it made sense that the next sibling was going to play
basketball as well. I was terrible. I played the backup player from 6th grade through junior high,
all the way up to my sophomore year. I was playing summer basketball between my sophomore
and Junior year when I realized that freshmen were playing better than I was. A lot better in fact.
I decided that basketball wasn’t for me, but that I still wanted to do a winter sport. So
during my Junior year, I broke a family tradition and joined the wrestling team. I had no idea
what I was doing and did terribly in the beginning. One of my most embarrassing stories was my
first official wrestling match. All I knew to do was try my hardest and essentially tackle my
opponent over and over agian. As you can imagine, after six minutes of wrestling, I was
exhausted. After a few stumbles off the wrestling mat, I literally crawled over to my team and
laid down then immediately threw up in front of an entire gymnasium of teams and spectators.
After I got cleaned up my coach (a former marine) walked up to me and said “you’re wrestling in
thirty minutes”, I almost cried. One of the funniest parts of that story is that I ended up winning
enough that I won more matches than I lost that year. I came back my senior year with higher
expectations. In our wrestling room, they had big wooden signs listing the various wrestlers that
had placed 1st through 6th in state over the years. Every practice I looked up at those signs and
told myself that my name would end up on one of those lists. That was my dream for my senior
year, the second year of wrestling; to compete and place at the state level. But like the great Shia
Lebouf said, “don’t let your dreams be dreams”. To accomplish this I practiced with the best
wrestler on our team every day even though he embarrassed me most of the time. I pushed
myself physically until I became conditioned enough to wrestle the hardest opponents. As the
season commenced I focused on winning one match at a time. Eventually, I realized, “I’ve only
At the end of the season, I found myself wrestling for the state title against a former
three-time state champion. I lost. I realize this is anticlimactic, but my dream had become a
reality, even more so than I had previously imagined. Instead of placing fourth or sixth I had
made it to the state championship round and had gotten second place. Until that point in my life,
I had never set such a difficult goal in my life and never had to work so diligently to achieve it.
Of course, there have been times in my life when I’ve worked for something and wasn’t able to
accomplish what I wanted. But this moment and achievement that took two long years of
dedication has taught me I can do difficult things. Even if they seemed out of reach or greater
than anything I had done before, I knew could accomplish hard things if I did what was
necessary.
Meeting my wife
“Wuv, twu wuv, will follow you, foreva” -the priest from The Princess Bride. After I
returned from my two-year service mission for my church in 2019 I developed a fear of girls (yes
a twenty-year-old can develop a fear of girls). I never seemed to know what was the right thing
to do or say. It was bad enough that one of my friends offered to give me the number of a girl he
knew and I refused. Interestingly enough, my mom later told me that I should ask the same girl
out on a date, to which I also refused. “I would never date someone that my mom introduced me
to!” I thought to myself. After a few months went by, I grew up and eventually decided that I
would try dating again. It was July 2020 when I remembered that my friend had offered me the
number of a girl and I had turned it down! So I went back to my friend and asked him for her
number again.
Listening to this story from my wife’s perspective, it’s a surprise that we ever got
married. She later complained that I texted her to ask her on a date instead of calling her and, to
make matters worse, my car was messy when I picked her up for our first date. Let’s say that I
was officially out of practice with the dating game. Luckily, on our long drive to our first date,
we overcame the initial awkwardness and had a great conversation. I loved how easy it was to
talk to her and she later said she was surprised at how smart I was. To this day I don’t know
whether to take that as an insult or a compliment. We went on another date and I made it clear
that I didn’t want anything serious. Her response: “Well, as long as we’re not serious, I’m not
going to kiss you.” I responded that was fine, and then proceed to try and spend every other day
with her.
After a month, we still hadn’t kissed, but my future wife began to wonder why I was so
delusional and kept saying I didn’t want a girlfriend when it was obvious how much I wanted to
be with her. Eventually, it was my friends that became the tipping factor. They cornered me and
asked what the heck was wrong with me and why I couldn’t “man up” and ask her to be my
girlfriend already. So that night at 12:30 a.m., after begging her to let me come see her, I
“manned up” so to speak and asked her. She said yes, but barely. I had a lot of ground to cover
Later I manned up even more and scrapped up enough money to buy an engagement ring.
I had the perfect plan, I was going to hike up to a beautiful overlook and ask her to marry me
when she wasn’t expecting it. What I didn’t plan for was how nervous I would be and I was
noticeably quiet the entire hike up. At the end of the hike, I popped the question and she said yes.
On the way down I was noticeably less nervous and I began to make up for all of the talking I
didn’t do on the hike up. Embarrassingly, much of it was about the Roman history I had recently
learned, but it was mostly a one-sided conversation anyways because my wife was distracted by
As I stated before, it was quite obvious that I was not the best at the dating game.
Someone as smart and beautiful as my wife had every excuse to write me off as a “messy, ill-
mannered, and undecided screw-up”, but she didn’t. She was patient with me and slowly saw me
straighten up as I recognized how much I loved her. Eventually, she fell for me; not for who I
was, but for who I was becoming. I’ve always had doubts that I was enough, and it surprised me
when I found someone who said I was. Her influence has helped me keep going and hoping
when I had already lost all hope in myself. The experience of being with and marrying my wife
has helped me be patient with myself and who I can become. Some might say that it was a
miracle that I got married, but I think the truer miracle has always been how I was able to find
Of all the careers I wanted as a child, a teacher was never one of them. I remember
wanting to be an astronaut, a national geographic cameraman, a bush pilot, and, I think, a spy at
one point. I don’t believe that many children plan on being a teacher, but the older I got the more
it made sense to me, and the more people suggested I do it. It was at the end of my senior year
when my then-girlfriend said “You look like a seminary teacher.”. When I asked her why she
just shrugged and said, “You just do.”. I filed that comment away and didn’t think about it for
several months until I started my missionary training. There was another missionary that I had
never met before who said “Hey, you kinda look like a seminary teacher”. I’ll be honest, I
freaked out a little. “Who told you that?” I asked, “Where did you hear that from?!”. There
wasn’t any explanation just the simple response: “You just do.”. Now there were two files filed
away at the back of my mind and I thought of it more and more as my mission went by.
After I came home, one of the first things that happened was that my old seminary
teacher reached out to me and asked if I was ready to be a seminary teacher. That was a little
much for me, but then another person asked about it a little later. “What in the world?” I thought
to myself, “Is there a secret conspiracy of people trying to get me to be a teacher?” I wondered.
One night I put some serious thought into what I wanted to do. I settled on the question “Who
can I best serve in this world?”. Before I knew it, one of the groups of people that I had written
down was youth... as in teaching youth. A little exasperated at this point I pointed my finger at
As I strarted the process of becoming a seminary teacher, I remember being told that
becoming a seminary teacher was difficult, but I had no idea how difficult it would be. First, you
have to be observed while you’re teaching to see if they would even accept you into the program,
then you were accepted into a semester-long program where they try to help you improve. After
a semester of training you have to then be observed again to see if you will be accepted into a
part-time position. After that you’re observed while you teach part-time to see if you’re
After a year and a half of this process struggling and hoping and praying I found myself
being observed by the region director of the area. I was terrified. To help prepare, I worked on
this intricate PowerPoint that I could lean on during the lesson. I came in early to prepare for the
class but something went wrong. When I was trying use my laptop where I had saved my
PowerPoint it wouldn’t power on and flashed me an error number I had never seen before. I
grabbed my senior seminary teacher and asked “What should I do?! I planned most of my lesson
on that PowerPoint!”. He stayed calm and told me “You have to depend on who you are and
I remember shaking a little bit when I started teaching, seeing that older bald man staring
at me in the back of the classroom. But I listened to the advice of my old seminary teacher and
depended on who I was and what I knew. After the observation, I nervously waited for the news
and…I had passed. To this day I think God ensured that my computer had shut down so I could
show how good of a teacher I was instead of how good of a PowerPoint creator I was. In the end,
I became part of the 5% that was offered the position of a full-time seminary teacher. Becoming
a seminary teacher was not the career I had planned or thought I had ever wanted. As I said
before, I wanted to be an astronaut or maybe even a spy. After a lot of thought and confusion, it
was when I finally asked the right question “Who am I best suited to help?” that something
meaningful started to develop in my mind. I think a lot of the time we focus on what we want to
have as a career, as opposed to who we can best help. Once I focused on the people I could best
use my talent and abilities to help instead of my own selfish desires, everything fell into place.
That’s a little like life I suppose, the more you focus on others, the happier you are and the more
life you’ll have to live. But the more you focus on yourself, the less life you’ll have, and the less
Conclusion
“I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've left them,
someone should write a song about that” -Andy Bernard from the Office. The more I’ve reflected
on my life the more grateful I’ve become, and the more I’ve realized how much of the “good ole
days” I’ve already lived. I’m twenty-four now and I didn’t think I would have a lot to share when
it came to a personal narrative. But as I’ve written I've been surprised at how many experiences
have come rushing to my mind. This personal narrative has made me reflect on my life and who
I’ve become because of it. At the beginning of the paper, I stated that after writing about my life
I’d hope to find that my life has been worth living. I think that depends on what I do with it in
the future. I owe so much to all the people that have loved, supported, and raised me that I’m just
now in the position to start giving back to the world. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed think about
all that was sacrificed and all that was given me to get me up to this moment in my life. At times
I wonder if I can even do enough to pay back everything that’s been given me. In four and a half
months I’m going to be a dad. I think I can try to start giving back then.
E-portfolio
When I began writing this personal narrative I was against including it with my E-portfolio. It
felt like it was overly personal and too long-winded for it. But as I continued to write and
analyze important moments in my life my opinion began to change. I will include my narrative
in my E-portfolio because it’s not just a few stories, it’s a snapshot of who I am. And I believe
that is worthwhile to share with anyone who is interested in learning a little more about who