Good And Bad Qualities

Like everyone else, I have good qualities and bad qualities. Some of my good qualities are that I respect other people’s point of view, I am willing to listen, and I understand the need for balance/compromise and fairness. I understand that my viewpoint is as equal as someone else’s viewpoint. And in order to reach a fair compromise (a balance) both viewpoints should be heard. Two of my bad qualities are that I am blunt and emotionally distant. Although I am willing to listen, my responses tend to be blunt. Sometime certain situations calls for bluntness and sometime they do not. Also, I am very distant; emotionally. I do not always bond with people emotionally—this does not mean that I am not willing to listen and help them, I just …show more content…
And honestly depending on my mood and the time of day, the ranking of my life events might change. But, at this moment, the most significant life event I choose is the 5th and last time I was surrounded by guns; with all of the guns being aimed directly at me (and my cousin). I grow up in a violent household, which was in a violent neighborhood. Five times I have had guns pulled on me and each time the person (or people) holding the guns were police officers. But, on the fifth and last time it happen, I experience a realization that did not happen on the four perceive times. Maybe this time was different because I was older, or maybe I started to understand how my race affected my …show more content…
This was not the first time I have heard of or witness the line that separated them from us, but this was the first time I felt it and this was the first time I understood why it was so hard to cross. I understood that someone could hate and not trust the police. And at that time, I felt the birth of that mentality in me. Yes, I was a child, but I was black. Yes, I was a female, but I was also black. Yes, I was lower-class, but more importantly I was black. Yes, I believed in equality, but at that time the only thing that mattered was that I was black. And they were not, and they did not care whether I lived or died at that moment. Their only concern was their safe. No, said word to me, no one asked if I was okay. They left once they had my cousin. They did not care about me, so why should I care about