Personal Narrative: The Man Who Changed My Life

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I think it is safe to say that humans are more sensitive than they would like to admit; no matter how hard we try, emotionally and physically, we will never be as strong as Death. No one will ever be able to overpower Death. At least, that is what I had been told. Since the moment of my birth, the overwhleming thought that I was going to die, that I was dying as my lungs exahled carbon dioxide has always been on my mind. It was what fueled my desire to do something to change the world, to somehow improve the place where we roam. Moving on, most lives are normal, a mother and father, children, the mother and father have jobs or take the role of giving care to their children, and those children become mother and fathers and have their own children. It's a boring cycle doomed to repeat for the rest of time. Within their childhoods, nothing …show more content…
I apologize for spoiling the entirety of the book, but this is not the strangest events that occur within the short frame of my lifetime. You see, I was only thirteen the day I died, I actually had just turned thirteen on that day, I can't remember it that well, but my memory about what had led up to this were sharper than most. I stayed in a small town called Belle Brooke. Don't bother trying to locate it, all you will find is burnt ruins. Which was also a strange event leading to my demise that had happened. My mother and father were good people, we weren't exactly the richest of the folks on our street, and just like everyone else, we lived in content. They were things we could not get, and there were things that were easy to purchase, the wonders of the middle class. My mother worked as a lawyer for the local court, though nothing much happened, she wasn't as paid as well as my father had. He worked as a fishermen, brought home dinner every night, a small trout with rough scales and glared at me as my mother was skinning the poor creature, the sad