Personal Narrative: Camp Barnabas

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Retarded, Whacko, Dummy, Cripple, Psycho. According to my mother’s doctor, it was my destiny to be called one of those names by the bullies of my school. After running multiple tests while she was pregnant, the results showed that I was more than likely to be born with Down Syndrome, and be partially paralyzed. The doctors suggested an abortion as one of the options for my mother, but she decided to take a risk and furiously refused. As a result, I was born on June 3, 1998, weighing in at a healthy 8 pounds, and miraculously had no physical or mental disabilities whatsoever. I always knew that I was blessed to have been born a “normal” boy, however, it was not until I visited Camp Barnabas that I began to live my life with more gratitude, and not take the basic elements of life for granted. Camp Barnabas is a camp in Purdy, Missouri dedicated to kids ages 7-15 with any type of physical or mental disabilities. I went with my church’s youth group the summer after my sophomore year of high school. My job when I arrived was to care for a camper the whole week, whether it was brushing his teeth, helping him put his clothes on, use the restroom, participate in the activities planned, and other important daily tasks. When the day of …show more content…

The second I walked into my house, it was as if a blindfold had been removed from my eyes. I came to the realization that I was the luckiest kid in the world to have working legs, arms, and brain. I realized that I had the capability to get up and run, play sports, or drive my car to any destination I pleased and meet with friends. These were all privileges that campers like Ty and Mitchell were cheated out of at birth, and it very easily could have been me too. Every time I began to complain about minor inconveniences, I would think of Camp Barnabas, which made me think of Mitchell and Ty, and I would decide to save that complaint for another day when I encounter an actual

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