When I was 16, I lost my dad. The experience left me numb and lost. As a teenager , I never realized what it meant to be loved by my parents nor did I care. I was a typical self centered kid. Little did I know how my callous attitude would haunt me for the next 29 years.
While I was deciding where I wanted to go with my Footprint story I stumbled across this meditation and decided very quickly that it was a good summary of my Footprint story. Except for posting on the web, this meditation represents the only other time I attempted to â€œtell my storyâ€ t...
For whatever reasons, the past couple days received a splash of hits on my booksie page, which prompted me to see what people are reading. The most reads (hits) were on Faust, one of my first posts. I actually revisited Faust a few years after taking that exam and took another exam on my favorite...
My english teacher refuses to help me by reading over my college essay, so it would be greatly appreciated if any of you could read my essay and give me feedback as soon as possible. It's a memoir about one of the worst days of my life.
| Updated Nov 23, 2009
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