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Personal Narrative: He Hasn T Returned
F. J. Hernandez
Eng.1301.003
9/16/12
He Hasn’t Returned

Things have changed since Heath was kidnapped. Sometimes I just think this is a nightmare and as soon as he returns I would wake up. Heath and I started playing football since I can remember. Heath and I played more than ten years together. He turned into more than a friend, Heath became my brother. I am still waiting for him to show up in the field and play another game together. “Play the best game of your life today” he said” we don’t know if we will ever play again tomorrow” Those words are engraved in my head, and I realize the meaning of them now that he is gone. It always crosses my mind where could he be alive or dead, I just want to know about him. I also wonder if I …show more content…
Those were the last words we ever shared. His parents drove home and heath just turned, waved to all of us. I never taught that was going to be the last time I saw Heath. We were going against a San Antonio football team. Heath and I played football in Piedras Negras, a small city located in the border of Texas and Mexico. We practiced all week like if there was no tomorrow. “Run faster, hit faster” he would always yell at everyone. Heath was the leader of the team, always encouraging everyone on the team to become the best. Heath was always being a positive influence inside and outside the field. He was one of the most talented athletes and academically impressing. When I didn’t show up to school he would go pick me up. I wonder what would’ve happened if how was never here? What if Heath wasn’t in the wrong time? Why couldn’t they know he had nothing to do with him? Why couldn’t he just slept and met with everyone the next …show more content…
His mother has been involved in promoting safety issues and multiple youth groups. His little brothers started playing football and they represent the fifty five with pride and hopes he will be with them once more. His father has not given up on looking for him. He has traveled around the State of Coahuila, México and nearby cities. Working with police and looking for clues since the day he disappeared. Schools, youth groups, and the football are always organizing events around town to raise funds. Nobody has lost hope and they won’t give up until they find
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