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Personal Narrative: Noah Of The Ark

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Not even Noah of the Ark could have prepared for the imposing amount of water on my already heavily-saturated carpets. Some expect that a scaled-down ocean within one's bedroom would become a sizeable hindrance in their life’s. On the contrary, postponing the much-needed waterproofing of our house was the direct catalyst for the independent adult I am today. The flood damaged a majority of my possessions, left my room dangerous and smelling of mold, and devastated what I called home, but it couldn't have been a better illustration of a blessing in disguise. Prior to the great flood, the milieu in my house was not a favorable one. I shared a four-bedroom house with my depressed mother, two brothers, one of whom is mentally disabled, an alcoholic …show more content…

I ventured to the house of a friend who lived with her grandmother. There, my supercilious conscience drove me to assist in any way plausible, including cleaning, cooking, and chauffeuring. Anxiety slithered its way into my heart as I realized the gravity of my position—money is requisite to survival, in essence, a job was vital. With the job search initiated, searching for those willing to hire a high schooler and offer decent pay—not a painless task. Megan Seuter, the mother of a friend of mine and owner of a local business, Explosive Countermeasures International (ECI), offered me a job as Administrative Assistance. My first meaningful job and an arduous one at that. A solitary blunder could develop into severe repercussions, and not necessarily with Mrs. Seuter, but with the government. Realizing the burden I placed on my shelter provider, my sojourn concluded. I relocated to various houses, ultimately residing on one of my employers’ properties, a fair distance from my …show more content…

It’s unclear, but I recall noticing the natural return of energy that often comes when we see the sun after days of stormy weather. I reminded myself of my motto, "Be kind to everyone you meet, for we are all fighting a hard battle.” The battles we encounter in life progress our personality and intellectual abilities used further downstream. “This is junior year”, I thought, “No time to be wallowing in self-pity, everyone has obstacles to face, this is mine.” Which is why grades and scores, notably, aren’t an accurate gauge of my immutable determination and work ethic, as I assure anyone that I will thrive in any setting, by virtue of the past 3

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