Personal Narrative: The Iron Giant

I was 7 years old when I watched the movie the Iron Giant for the very first time. The movie is about the friendship between a boy and a robot and at the end of the movie the robot is faced with the choice of sacrificing himself to save his friend or letting his friends town and everyone that lives there be destroyed by a bomb. The Iron Giant chooses to sacrifice himself in order to save everyone else, but more specifically his friend. That was the first time I had ever seen someone take their own life to protect someone that they loved. I never truly realized until recently how big of an impact that movie had on me. The things that love can do to you and the sacrifices you will make for someone you love have an incredible way of changing your life, this is because love has power. I believe it is the most powerful thing in the world. I have never felt a stronger feeling of love than when my three nieces were born. I was only thirteen when my oldest niece Josslin was born and it’s almost impossible to describe the feelings I had when I held her for the first time. I had never felt such a sudden feeling of immense and unconditional love for anyone. Becoming an aunt has caused me to change a lot as a person and pushed me to be better. I want to set a good example and make these three little girls that are looking up to me as proud to have me as their aunt as I am to have them as my niece’s. Because the love that I have for my niece’s is so strong I have never been through a more difficult time than when my youngest niece Scarlett was born. …show more content…
My sister had carried my other two nieces to full term without any difficulties, but because of unforeseen circumstances her third pregnancy was very high risk. I remember her telling me that the doctor’s thought it would be less than a fifty percent chance she would get through the first trimester without a miscarriage. I have never been more fearful in my life than in those first few months of her pregnancy, I hadn’t even met Scarlett yet but I already loved her. There were nights I would sit in my room crying and praying to god that she would live. I would say out loud that I would be willing to give my life for hers; I wanted her to live more than anything. Even after my sister got past the first trimester and the doctor’s told her that she was out of the danger zone I worried every day, afraid that the next phone call I got would be the one I didn’t want to hear. The nervousness I felt the day my sister went into labor is indescribable, but the feeling of seeing Scarlett for the first time and knowing she was going to be okay is by far the greatest moment of my life. I’m not the type of person to usually believe in miracles but the day Scarlett was born made me rethink a lot of things, if miracles are real than her being alive today has to be considered one. I cannot help but hope that the power of the love that my family and I had for her even before