Personal Narrative: A 15-Year-Old Child

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One of my top secrets in life is about the thing I have accomplished at my age. At the age of 15 I came to the united states of America with my widowed mother and brother trying to seek greener pastures. Back in my home country all the assumptions about a 15-year-old child is to go to school and play around, but my first three months in a foreign land as a 15-year-old boy was a little bit onerous because I was overwhelmed with school work and helping my widowed mother fend for the family. At the age of 16 I had already taken the Illinois CNA state board examination and I passed, I had already been CPR, OSHA, and First Aid Certified, I had done series of internships with the prestigious Ann & Robert H. Lurie Children’s Hospital of Chicago, I

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