Example Of Personal Narrative

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I wake up in the middle of the night with my heart pounding. I try to concentrate on slowing down my heartbeat, while my eyes try to adjust in the darkness. My dreams are filled with fears and insecurities about my future. Lately these dreams are becoming more frequent. Have I really wasted so much time? Am I at a standstill and my subconscious is so worried that it keeps me awake at night? I lay there worrying but now that I’m awake I can think clearly and my fears subside. There is no real need to worry. In these last twenty-three years I’ve lived a very fulfilling life.
I was born in Culver City, California and grew up in Los Angeles with the majority of my family. California life was good to us, but after seeing how well my Aunt was
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My original plans were to get into medical school and become a pediatrician; I love kids, I’ve always had. Although, I only have one younger brother, I come from a big family who gave me lots of younger cousins to take care of. My family was been the most influential in my career path. They have molded me to into the person I am. They have given me so much, as if their unconditional love wasn’t enough, they have taught me how to be respectful and open-minded of other people ideals and cultures, how to be kind, and loyal. I am extremely fortunate to have been born into the family I have. There comes a time when we realized just how much we have and others don’t. My psychology course opened my eyes to that. Not everyone is lucky enough o have a supportive and loving family. I began to question just how much I would actually be able to do as a pediatrician. Sure I would be able to help their physical injuries or illness but it stopped there. I want more than that, I want a relationship with my patients. I want to help someone beyond what I could do at a doctor’s office. If I could help couples and families who have difficulties in their personal relationships, if I could make a real difference in someone life then, I will be truly blessed. I want to be someone important to them. Someone they trust and respectable so they’ll see me as someone who truly

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