My Reflection On My Life

I screamed and stood up. I backed into the corner. He walked closer while saying in a very distorted and scary voice

He was a young man around eighteen like me I’d say. He came over began to talk to me.

He came in without a word. I was stropping my best razor. And when I recognized him, I started to

I started walking around my neighborhood on a daily basis around the same time every time. And the first time as I was walking down a street in my neighborhood I noticed a man was barefoot and was sitting on the sidewalk, as I passed by him I could feel him staring at me the whole time not breaking any form of contact I ignored it thinking I would never see him again. But on the second day of my walk I saw him again in the same exact spot and the exact same thing happened I ignored while he started. This continued on the fourth and fifth day of my walks. And on the sixth day I told myself if he kept starting I was going to stare right back at him not caring if I felt uncomfortable. And just as I was approaching the exact stop the man was usually at I did not see him I figured he was gone but as I kept walking down the street I noticed someone standing in the middle of the street and it was the exact same man except this time he had a dress shirt one and some nice jeans but was still barefoot. As I was walking by some cars drove by and had to drive around him because he would not move he did not even flinch he did not care that he could possibly get hit. I stood somewhere he couldn’t see me and watched him for a couple minutes and the gentlemen did not more not once he just stood in the middle of the street and stared blankly at everyone that passed by whether the where in a car or passing by

It was a gleaming Monday morning and I was cheerfully walking to the lunch tables where my friends were, until I was suddenly halted by a somewhat familiar person.

I was walking around until I spotted him. The old guy was staring at a bunch of old t.v's. Here goes nothing. I sighed and ran towards him.

He came close to me and said welcome to the ricefields. He then proceeded to stand up and walk in to the woods leaving me for dead. While at the wood line he turned around and looked back and smiles sniggering as he does it.

It’s starting to creep me out. I’m not sure what to feel about it. On one hand, I’m kind of…Honored? No, scratch that. Excited? Nervous? I don’t know, and I can’t tell if it’s genuine interest, or if this person hates me or something. I think that I’m trying to convince myself that everything is okay and that this is a product of my imagination. The latter is the most likely situation. I’m a nutcase.

I couldn’t tell who he was but I can see that Gordy doesn’t look okay. His arms were shaking and he was sweating. As I get closer i got a feeling that he might be talking to the new guy he was telling me about. Half of me was telling me to act like I didn’t saw Gordy and walk away and the other half was telling me go rescue him. I couldn’t leave him so I got to them and I said

The bell ran a couple minutes after and Kyle came in and say next to me. He looked at me in confusion as I glared at him. He got a piece of paper and ripped it out of his notebook and scribbled something down and he passes the note to me, secretly.

At this point, we were walking in awkward silence. So I decided to break the ice and start the conversation.

Beginning the writing process, I established for myself a mental roadmap. I asked myself what I was trying to say, and what the goal or intent of the writing would be. Was I attempting to persuade my readers, or to be didactic instead? I considered the "how" part of the equation later, and honed each sentence word for word. The how part of the writing process was relatively simple compared to the question of what to say, and why. I had to imbue the paper with social commentary, for there was much to say about these readings.

One's dream and aspirations to supersede in life must be stronger and greater than limitations set forth by others. The experience that were bestowed to me during my short life has elevated me to the woman I am today. Please walk with me as I give you the opportunity to see the world from my eyes:

Today I reflected on my life and my ambitions and dreams. I also reflected on how I came to be where I am in my life. I can honestly say I like my job and the direction my life is going, finally. I have a wonderful wife that I know is the reason I am where I am today. I can take no credit for my job or even the education I am getting because she encouraged me to go back to school and continue my education or I would not have. These thoughts make me feel emancipated when I admit them because it is often hard for me to admit that my wife is the one who made me what I am and not myself. The decisions I made in my youth I know are a product of my own bad judgment and I cannot place that blame on anyone but myself. My children are grown, and we are not close in our relationship. I can only blame myself for my selfish attitude when they were young. I blame myself not only for not always being accessible to my children but because I chose to put my career as a detective before my children. This was no one else’s decision but my own and I have paid for these choices in many ways over the span of my life.

breathe or function at all and would be an empty shell for one cannot operate or function without it.