<p>Hello all, anybody who would be willing to read and review my essay below, I would be very gracious. Any tips would be nice and if possible does it work as a narrative essay? If need be I have left my email address below. </p>
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Essay: Growing up I never thought about food and clothes as a necessity. For me these things never seemed out of reach. Even those of lower class still had all basic necessities available. So what does one do when they meet someone in need? A brief encounter with one person would change all this. Over the course of three days I learned a lesson that cant be taught, but only learn through experienced.
It was a mid-late fall evening, the sun was gleaming in the sky, and a light breeze chilled the air. To me it was just another afternoon of playing ball in the cage, a concrete basketball surrounded by old, rusted, black fencing. After an hour of playing ball I spot a boy, no older than 16, clinching the fence. He stood there watching with an attentive look, and mouth fastened shut as if words try to come but echo in a empty shell. In my mind I knew what he wanted ask, but before I got the chance to speak I heard a soft, but clear spoken voice saying Hey, care to let me join?
With out haste I replied Yeah.<br>
As he approached I noticed his brown wavy hair flowing from his loose fit Pittsburgh Steelers cap. He wore a black jacket that seemed a size to big, his jeans ripped, and a pair of chuck taylors in surprisingly good condition. The mouth that was once fastened is now that of a smile, full of crooked teeth, yet lacking no confidence. Over the next couple hours we played ball, until the sun started to set and the previous chill that was the wind quickly became the temperature. As I began to depart, I turned around to see the boy with a content smile, and Im Chris
After heading home for the night, the image of Chris slowly started to depart from my mind, for I could see no reason to remember him. The memory still clung to the back of mind as I if knew we would meet again.
Two days later I returned to the cage and hour later Chris showed up as I suspected he might. I had a brief moment of inquisitive thought, as he was wearing the same worn clothes as before, but just waived it off as mere coincidence. After two hours, the scorch of the sun forced us to retreat downhill to the pavilion. I got us each a bag of chips from the snack machine that sat in the corner. As I handed Chris his bag, a look of delight shown on his face. He graciously replied, Thank you, I havent ate anything for a couple da…, before swiftly stopping himself and restating I havent ate anything today.
As another day came to an end, I asked Ay you want a ride so you dont got to walk. He quickly replied with No as if he had the response planned before I ever asked. He soon followed up with thanks, but I uhh, dont live that far. Soon after I left and watched (name) walk to what I can only conceive was his home.
On the car ride home thoughts on whether (name) was in a situation or was it just my mind creating a situation from nothing more than (word). These thoughts stuck with till night and as I lay down I ponder the idea of asking Chris, but another part of my mind wondered if it was really my place to bring it up. We had only met twice and do I really know him that well?
It would be another two weeks before we would meet again and till this day it was the last. Upon arriving it would as Chris had been there hours before me. As we play ball I couldnt help but continue wondering what I should do. When the last of our energy was drained and we couldnt play another minute, I decided to approach him and ask him if he needed help. Before I could get a word out Chris began to speak, You know after today I wont be able to come back here.
Why not, I replied with a look of curiosity.
Well my mother has fell on hard times and needs me to go live with my aunt in Ohio. The look on his face as he replied showed sadness, though he was struggling to hold it back.
I sat there not knowing how I should reply, so I remained silent. Time continued and I began to feel bad not just for Chriss situation, but for the fact I wasnt able to reply. Ten minutes later a car pulled up and Chris got up to start his leave. The only thing I think to say was goodbye to which he simply replied Till next time.
After Chris departed I stayed around and ponder the experience. Did he ever return, was his mom able to get back to a stable life, these are questions I dont know the answer to. What I do know is those 3 days would have impact on the way I view life and garner a new appreciation for the simple things.</p>