Personal Narrative Essay

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Sherrick 1Kendall SherrickLaura NowocinEnglish 110012 September 2014The True Gift of LifeA little black hole in a wall as white as snow is the vivid picture I seem to remember. My view got cloudier by the second- as my eyes filled with salted tears. I could not believe that my biggest fear had just become my reality. My whole world had been flipped within a twenty minute phone call. As hours and hours had passed and I had regained my composure, I tried to wrap my mind around what was happening. As I looked at the wall I started to focus on the little black hole again. It is the smallest things that stand out. Even though the ratio of the size of the wall compared to the little hole did not even compare to one another, that little hole is what made the wall unique and stand out from the other three that surrounded me. Right then and there I realized that it is the most miniscule things that make life unique and that are why it is so precious.April 8, 2014: It was a normal Tuesday. I woke up got ready for school, spent my day wishing I was home, then as soon as I got home rushed to make sure I was to work on time. I have exactly thirty-five minutes from the time I get home from school to the time I need to be clocked in at work. That gives me enough time to change clothes and make a phone call or two. I knew my "adopted father" had a doctor's appointment earlier that morning, so I figured I'd call to check up on him. When I called his phone rang twice and then went to voicemail. So that toldSherrick 2me that he had deliberately sent me through to voicemail, which he has never done. So I decided that I was going to call my best-friend Krys, (his daughter), to see what was going on. When I called her she did not say much and the silence spoke for itself. I instantly knew that something was wrong. It was just a matter of what it was.I still went in to work. All night long I could feel my heart crashing against my chest, which felt to be beating a million times a minute. Waiting for eleven o'clock to come so I could go home and talk to him seemed like it was never going to happen. Each passing minute seemed as if it was getting longer and longer. My palms were sweaty and my head felt as if it were going to explode. I did not know what was wrong, but the wait to find out was pushing me towards my breaking point.Working in the food industry you have to be quite careful from the moment an order is taken to the minute the customer picks it up. You also have to make sure food is cooked to state regulations, everything that you use that comes in contact with the food is clean, you don't short your drawer, and that you have top notch customer service. It is safe to say that I hate my job. Even though I hate my job, I am grateful for it. I have a steady income, which may not pay a full water bill or this month's rent, but it takes care of odds and ends. I don't have to go to bed hungry, I have proper clothing, and enough to cover a hospital visit....

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