Personal Narrative Essay On Accountability

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Accountability

When I was six years old, I was fascinated by cars. I really wanted to drive my father’s red Ford Mustang. I would spend hours sitting in the parked car pretending to drive all around town. I remember when my father sat me on his lap as we rolled down our driveway. In the summer of 1994, I finally got a chance to drive my first car at the amusement park. I was so excited to go to the Auto Race ride and get behind the wheel. What I didn’t know then was, the car was on a metal rod. No matter how hard I turned the steering wheel to deviate from my journey, the metal rod under the vehicle ensured that I stayed on the road to complete my quest. I believe that accountability of action in the workplace is like the metal rod. It builds confidence, fosters trust and ensures performance as employees move through their journey working towards company goals.
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My two older brothers were born with cerebral palsy. When I turned ten years old, I would help them with getting ready for bed, their homework and stretching at night. I was their “metal rod” and kept them on track throughout the years to ensure that their condition did not decline. I feel this built my confidence as a child because I knew that my actions made a difference.
Later when I was sixteen, I started to bend the rules. I would sneak out of the house to hang with friends and cause some mischief. It was a lot of fun until I went back home to find my parents waiting with a disappointed look on their face… and a belt in their hand. I wasn’t very fond of disappointing my parents, or the beatings. I learned to take responsibility for my actions and decided to change my behavior. I realized the more I stayed on the right path, the more my parents trusted me. Being accountable for my actions enabled me to foster trust with my

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