Personal Narrative: Band-Aids

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he wrapping paper is red with snowmen. The Christmas tree is shining brightly. I rip the package open quickly, scraps flying everywhere. It is the doctor’s playset I have wished for all year. Finally it is in front of my eyes and in my hands.

When I was a child I wanted nothing more than to help others. I would care for stray baby birds and come running with Band-Aids frantically to my injured sisters. So, when I planned on going to college it was a no brainer to major in Public Health, a course of study that is concerned with improving the wellbeing of communities and the world. Filling out the application form, though, I was not aware the battle that was in front of me. In that I would become clinically depressed and struggle
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