PERSONAL NARRATIVE

Personal Narrative

Personal Narrative

Introduction

Every individual comes across a new set of circumstances on a daily basis. Life, no matter how scheduled and monotonous it may appear to be, is always changing. It is no surprise that people often come across certain an event that significantly alters their approach towards their lives (Gentile, 2003). Such events usually come around unexpectedly and the influences of such events shape our lives forever. In this brief personal narrative, I will shed light on one such life-changing incident. This event changed my life and the approach I choose to exercise towards my life. In order to elaborate on the sensitivity of the event

Narrative

It was towards the end of day that was like any other day; as I walked down the last few steps towards my house. I always wondered how the last mile had managed to come across as the longest mile despite the fact that I walked it every day; yet it never failed to feel like the longest mile. Most of the street lamps were off and as I was about to make the last turn, I thought that the corner of my eye caught sight of somebody on the opposite side of the road. Driven by the basic instinct of curiosity, I turned my head to take a better look at the curious mass lying at the side of the road - even though my feet did not stop moving me farther away from this curious and somewhat suspicious sighting. My eyes took a little time to adjust to the darkness, but once I managed to make out the figure I was able to make out that the person was alive and in a position that an individual would not lie on the floor in unless he/she was unconscious. A certain fear began to grip me and I began to look around to see if there were any signs of any dangerous individuals. It was at that point that I realized that there were hardly any people out and the few who walked by chose to ignore the figure slumped by the road side as they walked on. Driven by what I saw others do, I began to walk on and sped up a little.

I had hardly taken a few steps when I began to slow down again and stopped in my tracks. During the seconds that I took these few steps, my mind had asked me questions that I did not have answers to. If I walked by like everybody else, I did not know what I would tell myself in the morning if my conscious asked me why I did not help the figure slumped by the road side. I did not know how I would go to sleep at night - not knowing if my contribution to a situation could have saved a life; or if that individual had a family that would go to ruin if he/se did not return ...