Personal Narrative: How Ariel Sacator Changed My Life
Looking back to the class of 1941, the year I graduated I now see that I was an immature 18 year old that had no idea what to do in life. I had always thought I knew where I wanted to go the whole time, but now I see there was someone anchoring me to the small town of Pebbles, Pennsylvania, and that someone was no other than Ariel Sacator. Ariel was the most outstanding young woman in Shores County. I had the largest crush on her ever since primary school, and she had one on me. We were made for each other, and everyone in Pebbles knew it too. There was only one issue with Ariel and I: I didn’t believe in love. Everyone in Pebbles was at least on their 2nd or 3rd spouse, which didn’t give me much comfort, knowing I was most likely doomed
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to the same fate. I was determined to be different, determined to never love. I held this belief that I was never to be in love with one person until I grew up to my senior year of high school. At that time Ariel and I were the closest of friends. This unbreakable bond we had gave me courage that we would never separate and that there was no possible way she could say no if I were to ask her out.
It was May 4th, 1941 when my life turned upside down.
I was raised by my father since the age of 3. I had only seen her once or twice since she left, but I still somehow cared about her. I was on my way to the Sacator household when a good friend of mine ran up to me saying there was an issue with my mother.
“ My Mom?” I quietly asked.
“A woman from the Pearl City Regional Hospital named Sarah Wilcox said that your mother has been seriously injured in a dune buggy incident,” she uttered, “You were the only person that she wanted to contact.”
At first I had no idea how to respond. The woman that had conceived me, and left me, only contacted me when she needed me. “Why does she want me?” I …show more content…
declared. “She didn’t say why your mother wanted you, but she said her condition is… unstable. She also advised that you come as soon as you can.” “Umm, I’ll see what I can do. Thanks, goodbye.” By the time we finished talking I was at the Sacator’s I turned around, and went straight to my home to my father. I told him about how my mom was badly hurt, and said I wanted to go see her. He said that I was 18 and I could make my own decisions. He lent me enough money to run on a piece of bread a day for the next few months, but in the next 11 hours I was 4,730 miles across the globe in Pearl City, Hawaii. I went straight to the hospital to talk to my mother. When I reached her room I reluctantly strutted in. The room was empty except for a bed which contained my broken mother. Just from looking at her I could see the damage, her eyes were swollen shut and her arms and legs covered with bruises and bloody cuts. I could hear her strained breaths going in and out, she was in obvious pain. She heard me walk in and moved her hand for me to come closer. I lightly walked over to her to give her comfort when the nurse came in. She politely told me she was going to give her a dose of her medicine and I needed to leave and come back later. I told my mother I’d return tomorrow and we could hopefully talk if she was well enough. After I left the hospital room I began to head for the lobby. When I was in the elevator a older man in a military uniform began to ask me questions. “How old are you son?” he excitedly asked. “I just turned 18 about a week ago. Why?” “Well you should consider making a difference and joining the United States Air Force to help us take down the despicable Axis Powers.” This really had me thinking as I thought to myself, what really is there in Pebbles, Pennsylvania that I can’t get in Pearl City? A future doomed to non-monogamy relationships and a dead end job. This is where I made one of the largest decisions of my life. I would leave behind all of my friends I had accumulated over the past 18 years, and my father that raised me on my own, for a job in the United States Air Force.
I took a flyer from the man and went straight from the hospital to the recruitment agency in Pearl City’s Naval Harbor. I was easily accepted into the Air Force because of the war. At the same time I went through my training at Pearl Harbor, I took care of my mother in the hospital. Over the following months I really began to think I was doing something useful with my time, fighting for my country. I gradually kept thinking less and less about my father and Ariel Sacator and thought more of my current life and my mother. I guess you could say before I left Pebbles I was deeply in love with Ariel, but now I didn’t feel any romantic love for anyone. By December 6, 1941 I was at the local bar playing pool with a couple a friends I made going through my training, they were in the same squadron as me, Squadron 111. Dean was from Tennessee and had a daughter, and Parish was born and raised in Pearl City without much of a social life. We had played games of pool before at the same bar, but for some reason Dean became irritated that he couldn’t win, and was determined to stay until he won a game. So we played and played until dawn, and by then we were late for another battle simulation. Dean called it quits and we all headed for the barracks. It was about 7:30 when we got to the sleeping quarters. As I drew closer I saw that there was a feminine figure standing near the entrance. When I reached the woman I wasn’t sure what I was more surprised at; how the woman got through the gate into the station, or how Ariel Sacator was standing in front of me.
I wasn’t sure exactly sure how to react, I knew my mouth was most likely hanging open, wondering why Ariel was in Pearl City. She was the first to talk, “Hey Buddy,” she whispered.
“Hi Ariel,” I muttered.
“So, how have things been?”
I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was upset. “They have been… umm good? I’m a private in the Air Force, and my mother is living in her own home again. How did you even know I was in the Air Force?”
“Um we’re just gonna go,” Parish awkwardly exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Dean seconded. The two quickly walked away, leaving Ariel and I alone at the sleeping quarters.
“Your Father told me that you decided to take up protecting your country. Anyways Buddy, were you ever going to tell me you were going to move out here?”
“I’m really sorry about that, I was going to, but then all of these crazy things happened; with me joining the Air Force, and having to watch over my mother. I guess I just never thought of home that much.”
“How Buddy? Pebbles was your home, I thought it was everything to you,” she began to yell.
“I...I’m sorry, I was just-,” I was interrupted by the whirring of plane engines. I knew that they couldn’t of been ours. We weren’t set to begin training in another hour. “Ariel, uh I need to go.”
“What? No! You’re going to stay here and explain to me why you
left!”
“No it’s not about that, I think we’re in serious trouble. You need to get away from here and someplace safe.” Then I turned around and ran to the hanger, it would be useless to alert my officers, for they would definitely already know. As I neared the airstrip I saw the first Japanese planes. I went to my plane and saw that Dean and Parish were right behind me ready to jump into the fight, while all around us I saw faces I’d seen over the past few months get into their planes as well and fly off. My group and I flew off towards the battle, all around there were explosions and clouds of smoke rising. We were passing by Japanese planes when we were hit from behind, Parish’s end. When I looked back there was an enormous hole when Parish used to be, smoke filtering the air. I could see the vast ocean closing in, ready to swallow my plane whole. As I was falling I was thinking of only one thing, Ariel, then I smashed into the sea.
When I woke up people said that it was slaughter house, that Japan ambushed us out of nowhere. They also said that I was asleep for almost a week, and that my mother and another woman came to visit me everyday, and that they would most likely be back within an hour or two. Many things were running through my head at once but only one would stick, it was the feeling of is Ariel okay? If I would’ve protected her would I even be in this hospital bed? It was at that exact moment that I realised the most important thing in my life, I was in love with Ariel Sacator. It was that feeling that I needed to have her around me, and feeling empathizing with her when she has had a bad day. I simply just needed her to be around me. The nurse then said that I should be able to walk, so I slowly stood up feeling the blood rush to my legs. At that time my Mother and Ariel walked in, I got the same feeling I had while laying down. I engaged in a conversation with my mom and the nurse about what I need to do in order to feel better, and then I asked for the room with Ariel they politely agreed and left.
“Ariel, I need to talk to you about something important.”
“Yeah, what is it?” “I was thinking about what you said. And I think I left Pebbles because I didn’t think there was anything there that I couldn’t have in Pearl City, but now I know that I was wrong. There is one thing in Pebbles I don’t think I could live without.” “And what is that?” “You. I’ve known for a long time that I wanted to be more than friends, but I never wanted things to go bad between us.” “Really? That’s how I felt for a long time. I never wanted to marry twice like the rest of the town.” “That’s crazy! That’s exactly how I felt.” After that day Ariel and I were a little more than friends, it slowly increased the point where I’m at today. I’m 42 years old living in Pebbles, Pennsylvania with my wife Ariel Fielder. We have four kids; Ray, Heath, Daryl, and Glenn. Ever since that day in the hospital bed I knew what love is all about, and that’s why I shared my story with you.
to the same fate. I was determined to be different, determined to never love. I held this belief that I was never to be in love with one person until I grew up to my senior year of high school. At that time Ariel and I were the closest of friends. This unbreakable bond we had gave me courage that we would never separate and that there was no possible way she could say no if I were to ask her out.
It was May 4th, 1941 when my life turned upside down.
I was raised by my father since the age of 3. I had only seen her once or twice since she left, but I still somehow cared about her. I was on my way to the Sacator household when a good friend of mine ran up to me saying there was an issue with my mother.
“ My Mom?” I quietly asked.
“A woman from the Pearl City Regional Hospital named Sarah Wilcox said that your mother has been seriously injured in a dune buggy incident,” she uttered, “You were the only person that she wanted to contact.”
At first I had no idea how to respond. The woman that had conceived me, and left me, only contacted me when she needed me. “Why does she want me?” I …show more content…
declared. “She didn’t say why your mother wanted you, but she said her condition is… unstable. She also advised that you come as soon as you can.” “Umm, I’ll see what I can do. Thanks, goodbye.” By the time we finished talking I was at the Sacator’s I turned around, and went straight to my home to my father. I told him about how my mom was badly hurt, and said I wanted to go see her. He said that I was 18 and I could make my own decisions. He lent me enough money to run on a piece of bread a day for the next few months, but in the next 11 hours I was 4,730 miles across the globe in Pearl City, Hawaii. I went straight to the hospital to talk to my mother. When I reached her room I reluctantly strutted in. The room was empty except for a bed which contained my broken mother. Just from looking at her I could see the damage, her eyes were swollen shut and her arms and legs covered with bruises and bloody cuts. I could hear her strained breaths going in and out, she was in obvious pain. She heard me walk in and moved her hand for me to come closer. I lightly walked over to her to give her comfort when the nurse came in. She politely told me she was going to give her a dose of her medicine and I needed to leave and come back later. I told my mother I’d return tomorrow and we could hopefully talk if she was well enough. After I left the hospital room I began to head for the lobby. When I was in the elevator a older man in a military uniform began to ask me questions. “How old are you son?” he excitedly asked. “I just turned 18 about a week ago. Why?” “Well you should consider making a difference and joining the United States Air Force to help us take down the despicable Axis Powers.” This really had me thinking as I thought to myself, what really is there in Pebbles, Pennsylvania that I can’t get in Pearl City? A future doomed to non-monogamy relationships and a dead end job. This is where I made one of the largest decisions of my life. I would leave behind all of my friends I had accumulated over the past 18 years, and my father that raised me on my own, for a job in the United States Air Force.
I took a flyer from the man and went straight from the hospital to the recruitment agency in Pearl City’s Naval Harbor. I was easily accepted into the Air Force because of the war. At the same time I went through my training at Pearl Harbor, I took care of my mother in the hospital. Over the following months I really began to think I was doing something useful with my time, fighting for my country. I gradually kept thinking less and less about my father and Ariel Sacator and thought more of my current life and my mother. I guess you could say before I left Pebbles I was deeply in love with Ariel, but now I didn’t feel any romantic love for anyone. By December 6, 1941 I was at the local bar playing pool with a couple a friends I made going through my training, they were in the same squadron as me, Squadron 111. Dean was from Tennessee and had a daughter, and Parish was born and raised in Pearl City without much of a social life. We had played games of pool before at the same bar, but for some reason Dean became irritated that he couldn’t win, and was determined to stay until he won a game. So we played and played until dawn, and by then we were late for another battle simulation. Dean called it quits and we all headed for the barracks. It was about 7:30 when we got to the sleeping quarters. As I drew closer I saw that there was a feminine figure standing near the entrance. When I reached the woman I wasn’t sure what I was more surprised at; how the woman got through the gate into the station, or how Ariel Sacator was standing in front of me.
I wasn’t sure exactly sure how to react, I knew my mouth was most likely hanging open, wondering why Ariel was in Pearl City. She was the first to talk, “Hey Buddy,” she whispered.
“Hi Ariel,” I muttered.
“So, how have things been?”
I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was upset. “They have been… umm good? I’m a private in the Air Force, and my mother is living in her own home again. How did you even know I was in the Air Force?”
“Um we’re just gonna go,” Parish awkwardly exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Dean seconded. The two quickly walked away, leaving Ariel and I alone at the sleeping quarters.
“Your Father told me that you decided to take up protecting your country. Anyways Buddy, were you ever going to tell me you were going to move out here?”
“I’m really sorry about that, I was going to, but then all of these crazy things happened; with me joining the Air Force, and having to watch over my mother. I guess I just never thought of home that much.”
“How Buddy? Pebbles was your home, I thought it was everything to you,” she began to yell.
“I...I’m sorry, I was just-,” I was interrupted by the whirring of plane engines. I knew that they couldn’t of been ours. We weren’t set to begin training in another hour. “Ariel, uh I need to go.”
“What? No! You’re going to stay here and explain to me why you
left!”
“No it’s not about that, I think we’re in serious trouble. You need to get away from here and someplace safe.” Then I turned around and ran to the hanger, it would be useless to alert my officers, for they would definitely already know. As I neared the airstrip I saw the first Japanese planes. I went to my plane and saw that Dean and Parish were right behind me ready to jump into the fight, while all around us I saw faces I’d seen over the past few months get into their planes as well and fly off. My group and I flew off towards the battle, all around there were explosions and clouds of smoke rising. We were passing by Japanese planes when we were hit from behind, Parish’s end. When I looked back there was an enormous hole when Parish used to be, smoke filtering the air. I could see the vast ocean closing in, ready to swallow my plane whole. As I was falling I was thinking of only one thing, Ariel, then I smashed into the sea.
When I woke up people said that it was slaughter house, that Japan ambushed us out of nowhere. They also said that I was asleep for almost a week, and that my mother and another woman came to visit me everyday, and that they would most likely be back within an hour or two. Many things were running through my head at once but only one would stick, it was the feeling of is Ariel okay? If I would’ve protected her would I even be in this hospital bed? It was at that exact moment that I realised the most important thing in my life, I was in love with Ariel Sacator. It was that feeling that I needed to have her around me, and feeling empathizing with her when she has had a bad day. I simply just needed her to be around me. The nurse then said that I should be able to walk, so I slowly stood up feeling the blood rush to my legs. At that time my Mother and Ariel walked in, I got the same feeling I had while laying down. I engaged in a conversation with my mom and the nurse about what I need to do in order to feel better, and then I asked for the room with Ariel they politely agreed and left.
“Ariel, I need to talk to you about something important.”
“Yeah, what is it?” “I was thinking about what you said. And I think I left Pebbles because I didn’t think there was anything there that I couldn’t have in Pearl City, but now I know that I was wrong. There is one thing in Pebbles I don’t think I could live without.” “And what is that?” “You. I’ve known for a long time that I wanted to be more than friends, but I never wanted things to go bad between us.” “Really? That’s how I felt for a long time. I never wanted to marry twice like the rest of the town.” “That’s crazy! That’s exactly how I felt.” After that day Ariel and I were a little more than friends, it slowly increased the point where I’m at today. I’m 42 years old living in Pebbles, Pennsylvania with my wife Ariel Fielder. We have four kids; Ray, Heath, Daryl, and Glenn. Ever since that day in the hospital bed I knew what love is all about, and that’s why I shared my story with you.