Write a personal narrative essay that describes a significant experience that has shaped your identity. Develop the narrative through pacing, dialogue, and details that engage the reader.

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This year has been very rewarded to me. Two months ago I started a new experience in life; I met a person from my church, she invited to me to go with  her to preach god's word to a bunch of homeless. At the beginning, I was a little scared because homeless people do not have the best reputation in town but at the end I accepted.

That morning my friend picked me up really early, we had to organize the place, take the chairs, set the table, prepare the snacks, test the equipments I mean the microphone and the speakers. When we have all ready, the homeless people started to arrive. I felt a little bit weird. I never thought to be there but it happened.

They started to pray and something happened, I could see God's mercy on the face of those people. They were there enjoying that moment and accepting those beautiful words. After that, I helped to serve food and beverage and I could discover how lucky I am to have a family, food, a place called home and a lot of things.

This experience helped me to understand that I needed a change in my life;  I had to be more helpful and avoid worrying for things that they are not worth them. I could see everyone with the same eyes and try to make a difference in people's life.

Life is really hard most of the time and this group from my chuch helped to see my life from different point of view.

From this experience I learned that I could be a better person, and I could help other people, whose they do not have anything in life but they are so happy with a smile, a hug a sweet word or a handshake-

Explanation:

A personal narrative essay is based on personal experience that the person has in life. They must be written with care and specific details to catch the spectator's attention.

When I was 4 my uncle passed away from kidney cancer. I never really got to know him, but the things I do remember, he was a great person and I wish I got to know him longer than I did. He was a great hunter, and I wish I could have went hunting with him. I remember him and my brother, who 4 years older than me, came to my grandparents' house where they were hunting with a squirrel. My grandmother made really good squirrel dumplings. I may not have known him well, but what I did know, filled me with the good memories of him instead of the bad.

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