What Does Success Mean To Me Essay

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What success means to me.
Success has many meanings for everyone to have their own opinion on what it means to them. I will discuss a few different meanings of what I claim to be success. One version of success is the ability to accomplish a goal I plan to achieve. For an example, by the time you have read this story I will already be feeling like a successful individual, sitting in my chair just a few inches higher and proud like an eagle sitting on top of his nest since now I am technically a published writer, my narrative is encouraging at least one other person to read. Throughout this entire mini story my second goal would be having you stay till the very end of my essay hopefully to find the big surprise near the end. If you can let
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I can remember back a few centuries ago, when I was in better physical shape, my path was cross by shoplifting criminal, during my tour of duty at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. It was late in the day about five or six on my way home from work, I had traveled to Walmart to pick up some groceries for supper later that night. I was standing in the checkout line when a young man came running on by then following behind him at a much slower pace, was the balding old tool department manager and shouting, “Stop thief!” that is when I began to get in on the chase. During this time line of my life I was twenty three, strong, young and still not being concerned about me due to the fact I was a Marine. I chase the young lad for a mile or two when I shouted at him and said, with a lot of aggression “you are better off to stop running, I can run all day, I will catch you and then you will be caught and even more exhausted than you are now!” After contemplating my words of wisdom and the fact of him being out of breath similar to a fish out of water gasping for its dear life, he stumbles to a stop begins to turn around while reaching into his shorts. This did register some possible threat to me as I try to maintain some distance between the two of us, thinking to myself, “He might have a gun.” While still gasping for air he starts pulling several tool items out of his shorts tossed them towards me onto tall thin straw grass and said “I Quit, you got me, here take these and let me