Personal Narrative: My Ideal American Life

I sat there on that red wooden bench, looking towards the playground at the children with whom I had spent twelve days getting to know. Jadwin, a small, fragile boy with the big blue-green eyes that twinkled against his golden tan complexion, tugged on my shirt and pointed at the slide. That bright yellow beaten down piece of plastic brought so much joy and memories for Jadwin and the rest of the kids at Genesis: School for Special Education. My heart sank in the realization that this would be the last time Jadwin would grab my index finger while leading me up the staircase towards the bright yellow slide. Jadwin mischievous grin would turn into a contagious laugh, while patiently waiting for me to grab his little body and chuck him down the slide. In all honesty, I will never forget his genuine laugh that he would never be able to hear or the way his eyes lit up when he understood what the sign playground meant. Those kids at …show more content…
My parents were invested in my education and wanted me to thrive, so they put me into a private school called Turlock Christian. There, I would better my education and learn more about God. My life was perfect! I had the ideal American life, yet I took it all for granted. Instead of asking my parents for materialistic things, I would demand it. Never understanding that the lifestyle that I lived was of privilege.When I would go to school I would say and do the right things to make myself look like a good little Christian girl. On paper I looked involved, I played three varsity sports, became the A.S.B vice president, and I even went the extra mile and joined a weekly bible study group. Though, day in and day out I was just going through the motions of life and not looking or hearing what God 's will was for me. That would all change when God pulled on the strings of my heart to go on my school 's summer missions