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Personal Narrative: Working At The Nursing Home

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When I was about 6 years old, my family and I were driving down the road going to the store. On the way there I saw approximately 20 men in orange jumpsuits picking up trash on the side of the road. “Mom,” I said, “That's what I want to do when I grow up, I want to help clean the earth!” Now it had not occurred to me yet that those people on the side of the road were convicted felons. Nevertheless, my parent’s reactions were priceless. After they had explained what the reality situation, and my embarrassment had passed, one thing didn't change. When I grew up I wanted to help the world become a better place.
A few years later I was visiting my grandmother in Florida. Everyday I would go with her to work at the nursing home. During this time

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