Personal Narrative Rough Draft
Prompt: Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.
As I heard the screams and yelps of kids and adults across Central Michigan University’s football stadium for the first time, I realized this, volunteering at events meant for “creating a healthier, more respectful and welcoming world for all” as the Special Olympics home page states.
Growing up, I have always known that I wanted to do more for the world. I wanted to help people that were hurt, disabled, or disadvantaged. I’ve always thought the world could be better if we stood up for one another and make each other’s days. My parents taught me while growing up that giving back is always more important than all the material things I could receive. I became a member of a girl scouts pack near my house and we always assembled fundraisers and donated what we made to local charities. When I decided I didn’t want to undertake the responsibilities of a girl scout, my dad introduced me to Special Olympics.
Now, I was 8 years old when I decided to stop girl scouts so I couldn’t sign up for volunteering at S.O. right away; I had to wait…
My dad, who persuaded me to come, and I went to a little restaurant with a couple friends to celebrate. When we arrived, we saw a small gathering of athletes at a table, waiting for some ice cream. We also noticed a gathering of adults in the corner of the restaurant, whispering cynical comments to one another regarding the athletes’ presence. Of course that caused irritation from both the athletes, coaches, workers, and us volunteers. When our group was waiting to be seated, a little girl from a family near by, no more than the age of 10, marched right on over to the assembly of adults to tell them off. Grumbling and annoyed, the adults got up and left the…
