Personal Narrative Essay: The Different Walks Of Life

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...as I began to walk in the water every imperfection on my body burned as the salt cleansed my skin. Knee high in the Dead Sea and my body even then began to feel weightless- the water carried me. 3 feet deep and no matter how much I tried to touch the bottom, I couldn’t. No one was splashing because if the salt got in your eyes it would be an unbearable burning feeling. For the first time all senior year I felt like I wasn’t in control. I let the water carry me. There wasn’t fear, I didn’t worry about getting carried out to far, nothing lived in the water so no matter how far I went, nothing could pull me under. For the first time all year I wasn’t worried about graduation, finals, or even college. It took me dipping my toes into something big and scary to finally feel relaxed and at peace with myself. …show more content…

We take advantage of the people we see everyday, frankly because we forget that they might not be with us forever. As my classmates and I walk the streets of Jerusalem we see all these people dancing, singing, and celebrating life. And it wasn’t just one group of people either. It was all different walks of life, different religions, races, and ages all coming together and enjoying each others company. They invited us to dance with them, at least that is what I think they asked because we didn’t even speak the same language. But we danced, sang, and ate on the streets of Jerusalem. It was our last hooray as a class before we graduated and went off to college. None of us were even thinking about it though, goodbye never even occurred to be a thing for us. After 8 years of it only being the 17 of us in a class, goodbye isn’t something you think of. We weren’t just a class, we were a

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