Personal Narrative: Is It Worth The Cost?

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

As time seemed to slow down around me, I saw things I never thought I’d see. Because of our speed, I saw how the tail end of our car would swing out far enough to hit the small hatchback, injuring the mother and teenager in the front seats. I also saw the bullet fired from the NYPD police cruiser behind us, the glass from the passenger window seemingly floating in mid-air, as it just barely missed my lifelong “friend.” But as time around me slowed, I did the worst thing possible; I thought.

I pull my knees closer, trying to shut out the cold, although even as I do so, I recognize the futility of the gesture. I can’t preserve heat like this, trapped in a metal husk with nothing but the clothes on my back. The unyielding sheet of steel that’s been keeping me upright for what seems to be centuries was not meant for man—merely machine.

I believe that every experience, positive or negative, is worth living. This stems from learning valuable lessons from almost every experience that I have ever had.

I can’t believe this guy, first he brings me in and the next year or so he gives me away. Well I guess that is what humans do these days. At least Danny was nice to me when he brought me in. I can remember the first thing he whispered to me “ I’m never letting go of you.”I guess that's how life is people like you one then the next they throw you away. I wish one of these my owners would keep me forever. I’m never going to like an owner like Danny Agui.

someone. One of the hardest responsibilities I've ever had to take on, was when I had to babysit, Brennan, my little brother. I thought I would not do a good job, but I knew it was something I had to learn how to do. Also, when I babysat my brother, I felt that it would help my parents if I knew how to take care of him. Although I was very nervous, I told my parents that I would babysit my little brother. Something that I didn't know, was that I was learning a lot about taking responsibility for things in life. It was a very interesting learning experience for me.

My key responsibility was to understand the business scenarios of customer & net-new accounts to identify operational/business issues in various lines of businesses. Identifying key pain areas or future IT projects of customers/prospects and preparing Market intelligence report on it and work in line with respective IMR (Inside Marketing Representative) to facilitate customer engagement ahead. Working with technical & industry experts to analyze & understand the customer requirements and map suitable applications. Using strong prospecting and account management to achieve monthly, quarterly and yearly pipeline and forecast goals as well as other defined objectives by management. Over-achieved pipeline revenue opportunities ( 214%+ of expected

As an altogether functional human being, I can deduce that making mistakes come as naturally as breathing air. Therefore, I'm aware that numerous people would utilize this do-over to rectify a life-changing blunder. Often taken for granted, our successes and failures give us an indispensable opportunity to learn from. For the most part, I can say that I’m satisfied with the experience I have gained through my past. Therefore, if there existed a possibility of a do-over to change any point in my life, it would be a rather inconvenient option for me. I'm distinctive because of the choices I've made, setting me apart from the rest. In addition, I've come to learn more from my mistakes than from my successes. My failures remind me not to repeat

Racing thoughts encircling in tangled ways always led me back to one question, “What difference would it make?” Throughout 3 years, I was never able to figure it out until my whole life shifted. However, I always believed in the simple fact that everything happens for a reason. Meaning that every decision I’d make was destined for me to get something out of it, either learning from my mistakes, bettering myself, or recognizing my bad habits.

I want to apologize for my recent activities and actions. This text might be large so I might have split the text into pieces.

One. I am small and I am always outside. I like running fast. I ski down the mountain without taking turns and I don’t like eating vegetables. I have a tree fort and I help my dad with hammering.

As soon as I landed, I knew something was wrong. I hit the ground with an audible

I stood on the mound gripping the yellow softball, my heart was racing, my hands were sweating, and the soft breeze was blowing my ponytail side to side. I was facing my biggest rival from the neighboring school. My teammates were all cheering “you got this” but I knew in the back of my mind I was facing not only their best hitter but my biggest nemesis. She and I have had a long standing rivalry like the relationship of Harry Potter and Voldemort. There were 2 outs and the game was tied in extra innings. The first pitch I threw to her she swung and missed I was getting excited, the second pitch she swung at and missed everyone in our stands was yelling and cheering as well as my whole they were thinking we got this. I could feel my pulse pound

Someone has already taken out a Minolta cellular phone and called for a car, and then, when I'm not really listening, watching instead someone who looks remarkably like Marcus Halberstam paying a check, someone asks, simply, not in relation to anything, "Why?" and though I'm very proud that I have cold blood and that I can keep my nerve and do what I'm supposed to do, I catch something, then realize it: Why? and automatically answering, out of the blue, for no reason, just opening my mouth, words coming out, summarizing for the idiots: "Welll, though I know I should have done that instead of not doing it, I'm twenty-seven for Christ sakes and this is, uh, how life presents itself in a bar or in a club in New York, maybe anywhere, at the end

Something that I value about myself is my strong work ethic. I strongly believe and think it is essential that people know that grades and test scores do not always define the student properly. This applies to me, because I work really hard in all of my classes, and my test grades do not reflect how much I knowledge and the effort I put forth as a student. Two huge times this was showcased was during my AP Biology class and all of my standardized tests.