Personal Narrative Essay

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Lonesome in the corner, a small boy stood. Although very observant and obviously shy, he looked sad, no one around him, talking, playing or otherwise. I went to him and said: “Hi, my name’s Callie, what's yours?” “I... I... I’m Evan.” he stuttered in response. “Well, Evan, nice to meet you. Would you feel up to going in the middle of the room and meeting some people with me?” I asked. His eyes glistened, but not a word came out, only a small gesture of a nod. Over the years, I have found myself easily interested in people, curious about everyone's unique behaviors. Leading me to have the desire to expand my knowledge of children and adults. To observe and learn what makes everyone feel fulfilled. In turn, I feel compelled to keep faith in my …show more content…

The stench of sweat filled the large gym but he didn't seem to mind. His head watching his feet as he walked, finally in the center of the gym I introduced him to one of my friends and soccer teammates, Emma. We all talked for a little while getting to know each other. It dawned on me Evan originally quite, talked often now, he just needed to become comfortable with someone, it brought me joy knowing that person was me. I learned so much about him: he was nine when we first met, he has Autism, he has no brothers and sisters, he seemed not to mind, this meant more affection from his mom and dad. His favorite animal a puppy, favorite color red, but least favorite color orange, I always thought this to be ironic since orange is made using red, but never said anything, however, as not to confuse him. For two years on and off, I went and played soccer with him on Sunday mornings. Evan became so much more than a young boy I played soccer with, he became an important figure in my life changing me for the better. Evan not only reminded me that there's kindness in people you would least expect, but there could also be an endless supply of happiness given to you if you desire

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