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Personal Narrative-I Hate Paper Cuts

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I hate paper cuts. The feeling of a thin piece of paper’s razor sharp edge slicing my skin to produce blood and pain never fails to make me cringe. The easiness of cutting my skin with such a nonthreatening object astonishes me. In the same way, the ability to use my hands to build something important from seemingly useless scraps inspires me. The idea of possibly changing not only someone’s day, but possibly the entire world simply by using hands overwhelms me with excitement. I have personally experienced how impactful hands can be. Hidden in my closet, there is a shoe box overflowing with handwritten letters. It is visually invisible behind my clothes and shoes, but I constantly know it is there. Not many people would notice this normal object, but once it is opened and the hundreds of word filled pages spill out, it is anything but ordinary. I am overwhelmed with expressions showing that I have made a difference in others’ lives. It serves as a simple reminder that pieces of me may be unnoticed to others, but they remain as essential parts of who I am. It is fascinating the writers of these notes can instantly fill me with joy and make me feel important by using their hands. To …show more content…

Hands are for writing, and for expressing your ideas through beautiful words you may be too afraid to say. They are for building houses, and for packaging meals for starving children and families. They are for spreading joy and compassion, and for picking someone up out of their dark places. Hands are for simply making a difference in this world we live in. Without hands, the world would be unable to touch the hearts and lives of the people around us. The importance of the power of hands goes unnoticed in the world, let alone my life, and I wish to change

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