Essay PreviewMore ↓
A wallet, or purse for some, is a precious item in which most people carry things more essential than money towards everyday life. If some people were to lose
that portable safe, they may be offset for the rest of that day. The person without that wallet could be cranky or depressed for a while. Maybe something of great sentimental value was in that wallet. This person could stay hold these feelings for a long time, until they find their belongings by which case they are filled with joy. I, personally, keep anything I may have interest in knowing where it is, in my wallet. I am very good about always having my wallet and never losing it...until recently.
In my wallet, I store dire personal items such as my lisence and some pictures. Among other things, I have my money, like everybody else, and certificates for stores. This summer, I went to the Keys with my family. I drove down there with my wallet and took it everywhere with me, like I would any other time. Well, when someone doesn't have pockets, then it is hard to keep their wallet right next to them at all times. I was carrying my wallet out from the hotel, along with my keys, and set both on top of the car. When I figured out that I needed the keys in order to get in the car and turn it on, I took them off the top of the roof, leaving my wallet behind. I sat in the car, car door open, waiting for my dad to make it to the car so we could all go to a diving area. Once he made it to the car, without thinking, I closed the door and started the car. I had been driving about half a mile before I realized that my wallet was no longer on my body. Immediately, I pulled the car over, and the next hour or so was spent looking for my wallet. All I could think about was what I would lose if I didn't find my wallet. The week before was my birthday, and I was given $60 to Best Buy and $50 to Auto Zone. Aside from that I had $3 in cash. While walking up and down the road that my wallet flew off on, my sister found my two Best Buy cards.
How to Cite this Page
"Personal Narrative- Lost Wallet." 123HelpMe.com. 18 Jan 2020
Need Writing Help?
Get feedback on grammar, clarity, concision and logic instantly.Check your paper »
- Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not every one who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost. Of course I had to see her again. That was during the summer after my second year in college, and when I decided to leave school the following winter, I had but one destination in mind. Except that I was heading to Kansas City, where I figured jobs were easier to come by, instead of Wichita, 200 miles to the south, where she was living and asking me to go.... [tags: Personal Narratives Hitchhiking Essays]
1465 words (4.2 pages)
- ... Her words like shoot trough my brain and remained resound. I don’t know how much time I couldn’t make a sound – the combination of the upset voice of my mother, which shocked me, because I’ve never heard her sounding like this, and the tought that my dream is on its way about to crash in front of me, a few hours before it goes true, made my legs shaking, my mind clouded and it felt like I lost my ability to talk. “Are you okay?” – I finally managed to whisper and after a few second everything became clear to me.... [tags: personal narrative]
734 words (2.1 pages)
- "Can I help you kids with anything?" Comes a dry voice from behind them. Xander jumps a little, half startled out of his skin and drops the dusty old fairytale book he was holding. Luna pivots around until she comes face to face with a short old woman whose wrinkled face seemed to be moulded into a permanent scowl. "We were just looking” Xander winces nervously, as he hurried to flatten out a page of the book he dropped. The old woman just stares at them and rolls her eyes "You'll never get a crease out like that," she mutters, snatching the book out of 's hands.... [tags: personal narrative]
2631 words (7.5 pages)
- An account of female molestation All of a sudden she felt the pangs of being a victim. It was too late to realize and perhaps too late to tell. Locking herself in the lavatory, she shrieked. The continuous rumbling of the train, the furious winds; enshrouded her cries. She felt a sharp pain engulfing her heart; the pain that would now stay forever. She remembers it all now. She feels him digging his head in her belly, again. She feels his strong hands holding her. She feels him on her cheeks. Now, he starts rubbing his hands on her back when suddenly the door bell rings.... [tags: personal narrative]
722 words (2.1 pages)
- Databases and a Personal Wallet As the world becomes more connected through technology, individuals are quickly losing their privacy. Personal and private information about individuals is contained all over the place. The everyday contents of a personal wallet such as credit cards, driver’s license, membership cards, vehicle registration, and other cards are all associated with various different databases. Many databases exist in today’s society that contain and manage information which affect many areas in one’s personal life.... [tags: Technology]
1013 words (2.9 pages)
- Personal Narrative- Victim of Robbery My story started about a week ago. I was heading to bed early, because I was tired from a long day with plans to wake up a few hours before class to review for a test. As I closed my books for the evening and headed to bed around midnight, little did I know something was going on outside. A little later that night someone entered my garage, which was so conveniently unlocked. They first rummaged through my dad’s van outside and I think they stole his coat, a tape and a few rolls of film.... [tags: Personal Narrative]
691 words (2 pages)
- Personal Narative- Tough Girl She went to the land of Hollywood with a diamond wedding necklace hanging loosely from her neck like a noose before it gives its snapping goodbye. She went to the land of dreams with pride coloring her shadow; a haughty swing of her thick plait; and why not. Her name was Serina –she was named after a dream. Why not. I thought, though I cried the night before because she got the chance bestowed to her curvy hips, her white Colgate smile, her crystal blue eyes. And what about me.... [tags: Personal Narrative Writing]
1367 words (3.9 pages)
- Personal Narrative- Homeless Man My friends often describe me as a cynic and a pessimist. For the most part, they're right. Sentiment loses value when it permeates one's attitudes and behavior just as the value of a commodity decreases as it becomes ubiquitous, so as a rule I reserve expressing sentiment for rare occasions that I deem worthy. Fortunately, even the harshest cynics are surprised sometimes. To begin, most people in my hometown know who Mike is. But I would bet that ninety-nine percent of those people don't know Mike's name.... [tags: Personal Narrative Writing]
779 words (2.2 pages)
- Personal Narrative- Television Remote Those who are recognized as having authority earn power because of strong leadership skills and the drive to make the world a better place. When people use power to do good deeds they gain respect. A typical leader also holds something in his or her hands, like a staff, that yields power. It is amazing to see people follow an individual who is holding on to something. If they could possess that object then they too could have power. I agree that one must hold something to attain power, but it isn’t a staff that is needed.... [tags: Personal Narrative Writing]
666 words (1.9 pages)
- Personal Narrative- Suicide Aftermath Some thoughts sneak into our mind without our knowledge, and some thoughts are already in our mind without our knowledge. Music either triggers this knowledge, or it draws the already present knowledge to the surface. For example, this morning was like any other morning. I got up, made the bed, fed the dog, and brushed my teeth while she ate. I got dressed and took her potty after putting on the same blue leash I have put on her every morning since she was a puppy three years ago.... [tags: Personal Narrative Writing]
2288 words (6.5 pages)
- Personal Narrative- Becoming a Good Loser
- Use of Rhetorical Appeals and Diction in Richard Wright’s Autobiographical Work, Black Boy
- Personal Narrative- Bad Haircut and a Mother’s Lesson
- The Significance of Language in Richard Wright’s Black Boy
- The Power of Language in Richard Wright’s Black Boy
- Personal Narrative- Concern for Grandpa
The next day, I recieved a call from my grandmother. She was contacted by the sherriff’s department from Marathon county, where I was during this fiasco. When she answered the phone, the sheriff said "This is Deputy 'so-and-so' from the Marathon County sheriffs department. Do you know Ellie Stricklen?" This startled my grandmother. The sheriff then continued to explain to her that he had found my wallet, some two miles from the hotel in which I was staying. He left her information on how to contact him if she wished to retrieve my wallet. My grandmother called me and relayed that information. I got with the sheriff and recovered my wallet. That made my day, knowing that everything I had lost in my wallet was now returned to me, except for my three dollars in cash, which didn't really matter to me at that time.
Since that single event, I have lost my wallet two other times, none as serious as before. I have also lost something sincere to me by putting it on top of the car. However, I was fortunate enough to get it back. The carelessness of my misplacings have taught me a lesson, simply think before I act. This is something everyone is taught numerous times. Only now, it is easier for me to apply that to my actions. If I follow that idea, I could avoid future problems like this, preemptive caution. It took a scare like this for it to finally kick in to me.