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About this sample
About this sample
Words: 450 |
Pages: 1|
3 min read
Published: Jul 18, 2018
Words: 450|Pages: 1|3 min read
Published: Jul 18, 2018
July 19, 2012. On that day, 23 people lost their lives in a violent shooting. I was less than 100 miles away from this, sitting in the Cinemark Theater dressed up as Two Face as my friends and I waited eagerly for the same movie; unknown to me was that another blow had struck at my own home. Ten minutes before it began, I got a message from my mother staying “I have some bad news, I’ll tell you later.” I thought this was bizarre; it made no sense that she would say that. Confused and a bit worried, I relegated the message to little importance as I got caught up in the excitement of the theatre again. The lights dimmed and the show began.
After seeing The Dark Knight Rises, I returned home to a shock I had never imagined. My dad had left because he was ashamed to tell us he had made a huge mistake. Over the past five years, my dad had not told us that we were slowly slipping financially after he lost his job. When he got another job, he was convinced he could fix the problem. He did not want to let his family down, he wanted to see us all happy, and he wanted us to get everything we wanted. Yet before he knew, we were sinking into a hole of debt. All of our money was gone: all of it.
July 19, 2012 my eyes were opened to the reality of a world I thought I would never see. My “perfect” little world was snatched away. Violence had come closer to my community than I had ever thought it would. And my dream of college seemed impossible, as all our savings had been used up to pay bills. After my dad returned, I listened to the constant fights between my parents. Trust was broken and bonds still must be rebuilt in our family. At the same time, events that once stunned me have empowered me. I stay strong for my siblings and my mother, trying to help the whole family as much as I can. I pay more attention to what I need over what I want. I work harder, focusing on school and scholarships to help me in my quest to get into an outstanding aerospace program.
Recently, I looked back in my journal and I found that the entry previous to July 19, 2012 said, “I was going to write about the bad stuff in my life, then I realized, why make it worse? My life really isn’t that bad. Yes, there are a few things I would change.” Today, I can once again say this.
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