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Personal Narrative: Help

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“Help.” I’ll never forget how she said it. She was terrified because, for the first time in her life, she wasn’t in control of her body. She had already passed out before, so her voice was frail and weak. She needed help. She was pale in the face and her lips were a dark shade of blue. She was experiencing many life-threatening symptoms, and she needed to leave, fast. I looked around, but I was alone. And honestly, I was afraid. The burden of another human being’s life was now on my shoulders, and my decisions in the next couple of minutes would be the deciding factor between her life and death. Doing the only thing I could, I radioed in to get someone to our location, and I sat with her. For the longest 2 minutes of my life, I talked to this woman. I asked her about her day, her life, anything to get her mind off the fact that she might die. As soon as people arrived, I knew I had to do something. I immediately put her on emergency oxygen and we all helped her on to the nearest boat and drove her to the front, where an ambulance was waiting. She ended up being okay. …show more content…

When I talked to other people, they brushed it off as “part of the job,” but to me it was more. It was my opportunity to save someone’s life. I’ve always enjoyed helping people. I’ve given almost 200 volunteer hours throughout and before high school. But this really changed my perspective on helping people. This experience not only showed me that helping people was important to society, but to me as well. Helping people was a part of who I am. Helping people, I feel, defines me as a person. Therefore the only path I can see myself taking in life is one that involves helping

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