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Reality Definition Essay

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Reality is the only difference that distinguishes a life from a story. However, some stories are another person’s reality. Other times, a person’s life will become a story. And so the cycle continues. Someone once stated, “Maybe it’s not about the happy ending. Maybe it’s about the story.” At some point of time in each of our lives, an event that occurred is told as a story. This is my story. The lights were off in the room. A blanket was draped snuggly over the blinds for the extra security of the darkness. The only light emitted from the room was the monitor, making small noises whenever something changed on the screen. I sat in a chair waiting for the nurse to come back with any results. We kept our voice to a gentle whisper. Anything louder …show more content…

I can honestly say, I still cannot recall a positive memory from the school. Since the 2nd grade, I rode the bus to get to school and back home. Many bus drivers changed in that time and I don’t remember most of them except one. The man was older and I enjoyed sitting in the front with a few friends and talking about useless things with him. He seemed to be the only one willing to listen to me. It was a relief of stress that was built up from home and school. My naiveness is what put me in most of the troubles I went through as a child. He took advantage of that trait and began to stalk me. He showered me in presents and offered to take me to fun things such as the zoo, fairs, etc. At the time, I didn’t understand what was bad about any of that. I never told my parents much of the man; they were too busy to listen most of the time. He’d call me sweet names like “Baby” or “Hun” and to this day, I still get ticked when someone calls me things like that. He would offer to take photos of me and talked me up to be a model. He even offered to become my agent. He’d say he showed a friend a photo of me and they were interested in using me. Understandably, a friend of mine told my principal his antics and he was fired immediately. Occasionally, I still feel like he’s watching me or snapping unknown photos of me. I used to see him a lot after he was fired. He would coincidently show up the time I would at places. He would attempt …show more content…

The church was sister parishes to a church in Haiti. Every year or two, the Priest in Haiti would come talk to us about the disastrous events that have happened without a lot of people knowing. He explained the hunger and how it can get bad enough to when they begin to eat mud. People would come to the church and beg for food for their children unknowing that he himself had been starved for a week on end. The Priest one year brought his two adopted children. He told us the story of how their parents were killed and these two fended for themselves. He told us how he found them starving to death beneath a tree in front of the church. I did everything I could since then to always donate. I’m not the best at traveling, but I can do my part here. I’ve always been a strong participant in Kid’s Food Basket and American Red Cross. I don’t enjoy hearing the words “I’m starving” for not eating for four hours because I know many people don’t know what starving really feels

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