Example For Narrative Essay

It was the summer of 2006 when my life took its first unexpected turn: I was seventeen years old and diagnosed with endometriosis. After I came out of what I thought would be an exploratory laparoscopy, doctors explained how they had to perform a left–oophorectomy secondary to a large endometrioma. I was devastated. However, what was most shocking to me was the fact that it was done without my consent or any prior explanation of the surgery's possible outcomes.

Eventually, I recuperated well and came to terms with my diagnosis but my life was about to dramatically change. Only 10 months later, during my second year of medical training in Venezuela, the situation in my country had become too unstable and my parents made the difficult decision to immigrate. I had not only to leave my home, family and close friends, but also restart my medical training in the United States. My devotion for medicine and providing care to the underserved gave me the strength to continue my pursuit in becoming a doctor....show more content... I was ecstatic but still unsure as to what specialty I wished to pursue. It wasn't until I rotated through Obstetrics and Gynecology that I found my new passion in life. As I learned about the wonders of pregnancy and birth, my interest and enthusiasm grew strong. I had the privilege to deliver beautiful babies into this world, and felt thankful to care for and accompany their mothers during this process. I also scrubbed into multiple C–sections and major gynecological procedures that put my surgical skills into practice for the first time, allowing me to realize my desire to become a surgeon. In clinic, I was enamored by the ability to offer women of all ages, not only effective treatment but also preventive

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Example Of A Narrative Report

On Thursday, November 3, 2016 at 0943 hours, I, your affiant Patrolman Joshua J. Pastucka and Patrolman David Stamets were dispatched to 119 N. West St. for a male trespassing. Stamets and I arrived on scene and made contact with the caller Ann Zbyradowski. Zbyradowski said a male that attempted to get into her yard is currently out back hiding under a rug on her neighbors deck. Zbyradowski escorted Stamets and I to her back yard and shown officers the deck where the male was hiding. The deck was attached to a home on N. Jardin St. Stamets checked under the rug on said deck but the male was no longer under the rug. We continued to check the area for the male, I could hear yelling coming from inside the home of the deck where the male was previously observed hiding. I could hear a female yelling "Get out you don't belong here, I don't want you here." Stamets and I went to knock on the rear door of the home and a female came and opened it before we could knock. The female later identifed as Mary Flannery said come in he is in here and he won't leave....show more content... Melusky was taken into custody and placed in the back of my patrol car. Stamets spoke with Flannery while I spoke with Zbyradowski. Zbyradowski said she was in her back yard and Melsuky came running over and appeared that he was going to try and get into her yard until he seen her dogs, which scared him. Zbyradowski said Melusky asked Zbyradowski to let him in her house and she told him no. Zbyradowski said Melsuky then jumped the fence and ran up on to Flannery's deck where he hid under the rug, Zbyradowski then called the Get more content

Examples Of Historical Narrative

HISTORICAL NARRATIVE

The year was 1787 Elizabeth was going to her job at the clog maker on the way Elizabeth started talking to the people on the street to the way of her job. She arrived at her job where she stole the clogs and put them in her bag and acted normal during her job she worked for 5 hours then headed home and she slept and the next morning she woke up and she had the police at her door and said " You're coming to court Elizabeth" She left her home and went to court and she was accused of stealing clogs Elizabeth said to herself please don't take me away from my family she came home and said this might be the last time i see you guys the family and Elizabeth all cried and Elizabeth left to court she prayed but luck wasn't on her

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On a cold fall evening in the town of Dankfurt, Alaska with a small population of 73. There was a boy named Derek. Derek was just an ordinary boy who attended the school of Winterfield which was 10 miles away. He did this because his town had no school along with two other friends. Every morning he and his friends would wake up at five–thirty to walk to school. Because of the Alaskantime zones it was dark during the day and light at night. On their walk they would pass one house and one house only which was in the heart of the woods. It was a dark brown house with white curtains. The house was very old and looked to be falling apart. They assumed it was abandoned and thought nothing of it. But every time Derek walked passed he would get a minor headache not even recognizing...show more content... Many of the football players would hit or choke them for it. The boys could do nothing they were scrawny and weak except for Joe he was fat. Joe stood up to the biggest kid this time saying "Buzz of man." They replied with "In your dreams twinkie." Joe attacked him with "well that is why the football team sucks!" "screw you man" said the bully and walked away. After their hellish days at school the boys would head to the drama club. This is where they all fit in and thoroughly enjoyed attending the meetings. They were at these meetings until six–thirty or sunrise in Alaska at the time.

The boys would stroll home and get back at about ten o'clock. They would do the same thing every day. Early one morning Derek's power went out and his alarm clock did not go off. The other boys waited for him but he did not show up so they assumed he was sick and left without him. A few hours later he woke up and realized he was late. He threw on his clothes and bolted out the door. Because of Alaska'stime zone it was pitch dark when he started his journey. But he carried on his journey just like any

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1Crystal D. Dozier Narrative Essay November 13, 2007 Word count: 809 My Little Blessings Children have a tendency to bring out the very best in people. I can say I have been fortunate to have four little blessings of my own. I consider each of them as a blessing and each day I am reminded of how much they mean to me. My children have brought out the best in me parts that I never knew existed. As children grow, so do parents. I have evolved into a better person with the courage to overcome all obstacles because of the love that I have for my children. At the age of twenty, my life was full of constant turmoil and instability. I had a plan, and children were not a part of it. I never imagined that I would ever have children....show more content...

Through the love for my son, I developed the ability to remain positive even during the most difficult times in life. Although I gained the knowledge to be a more stable and positive individual, something was still missing in my life. The missing piece soon fell into place upon the birth of my twin boys, Irijah and Isaac. A multiple birth was a miracle within itself. It seemed unreal because no one in my family was ever blessed with two babies. Although it took a lot of adjustment, we made it through the baby period. The hard part did not come until they became toddlers. (During this time), I noticed complications (in the development) (of the twins). I soon learned that although they were perfect on the outside my boys were suffering with autism. Irijah is severely autistic while Isaac's is mild. I knew that in order to conquer this obstacle, changes would have to be made. In the beginning I was unaware of what needed to be done, but I never gave up. I continue to fight for my boys and struggle to keep my sanity. This has been the toughest fight of my life because it involves a series of changes. These changes dealt with acceptance, transition, and adaptation. These were necessary steps because it gives the boys a chance to lead a somewhat normal life. Through the love of my sons, I have learned to adapt to change and have gained strength and perseverance that is necessary in life.

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I came to the United States at a very tender age, 13 years old, without a family member so I was residing with my father's friend. After I graduated from high school in 2007, at the age of 17, my guardian decided to move back to Ghana so I was here all by myself. I wanted to go to college as that had always been my dream goal. I was therefore admitted to Medgar Evers College, where I am currently attending, in fall 2007. Unfortunately, life events caused setbacks in pursing myeducation and finishing on the right time. As a teenager in a foreign land all alone without a family and undocumented, life was unbearable. I was working so hard to solicit funds to pay for my rent and tuition; I was paying tuition out of pocket as I did not qualify

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This weeks' review is all about revisions, both large scale and small scale revisions to help us complete our final essay, the home stretch in this course. I have revised my essay at least ten times over the past few weeks. Being a professional for the past 20+ years summarizing what is said in something more than a bullet point or short email has proven to be difficult. What was I trying to communicate in my earlier versions is very close to where I am today but the route I am taking to get to this conclusions is much different thank I had anticipated . My ideas were all over the map and didn't make any sense, in the beginning, the reverse outline helped tremendously. I have a decent thesis statement. I'm finding it difficult to have solid topic sentences, and bringing everything together has also been a challenge....show more content...

The reverse outline did help me focus on the key points of my thesis statement yet the body of some of the paragraphs are lacking something. I am going to read it backward tonight. This is a completely alien concept to me and one I would never think of doing. Getting input from an outside source and trying something different and new in my review process will hopefully get me more focused on my topic sentences and make the rest of the essay easier to

I have encountered many of my peers taking drugs, listened to songs about drugs and even seen drugs romanticized on social media. Like most teenagers, I lived in a world surrounded by drugs, but I had never had an experience with them. I came from a "picture–perfect" family and prior to my freshman year of high school, I was somewhat narcissistic, believing that I was too good to even be associated with drugs. It was August 2012, the summer before my freshman year of high school, and my life seemed as sound as ever. I was excited to begin the next step in my life and looked forward to starting school. As the weeks passed and I was returning to my normal academic routine, my parents began acting strangely uneasy. I knew there was something wrong. I questioned my parents' behavior and at first received few valuable answers in return....show more content...

Through his struggle, I gained much–needed compassion and understanding. Prior to this transition, I was unsympathetic and insensitive to others and their struggles. I am now able to place myself in the position of others to understand their circumstances. I no longer judge others based solely on my initial thoughts. I used to fear the discovery of my brother's problem would distort others' perceptions of me, now; I am no longer restrained by what is regarded of me. Today, I am thankful for the circumstances I went through and proud of the person it shaped me to be. Through my brother's disease, I discovered a sense of independence in myself. I am now self–reliant and no longer seek help in situations that I am capable of controlling. My character has evolved tremendously and I have gained important qualities such as compassion and sympathy. My brother has now been sober for over two years and as I prepare to take the next step in my life and venture to college, I am grateful for the events I underwent as they aided my transition from childhood to Get more content

A narrative essay is a story that is true and has meaning, whether it be to prove a point, send a message, explain an event that's happened, or entertain the reader. Most narrative essays are written to convey a story from a past time that sends a message to not only the reader, but the writer themselves. When planning a narrative essay, the first step is to identify the topic in which the writer wants to explain. There are multiple ways in which the you can come up with a topic, it all depends on the style you're most comfortable with. The next step is to write down all the main events that supports the topic you have chosen. What main events led up to the story you're trying to approach? What key events made what your topic is all about?...show more content...

This event made a big impact on my life as it showed me the value of work ethic by showing me that hard work pays off. It also taught me to never give up and follow your heart. And lastly, it taught me the importance of a team to help me through the tough practices and mental battles. When choosing my topic, I wrote down 3 main events that were important in my life that impacted me and shaped myself into the person I am today. The 3 I chose were: breaking the 3200–meter record for my school, breaking the 4x800 record with my team, and lastly, moving from Poinciana to Kissimmee and leaving all my friends to take on a new chapter in my life. The topic I chose to write is one I feel very passionate about and the single memory I can recall the most. Although breaking the 4x800 record with my team was a memorable moment and the first record I'd ever broken at my school, nothing compared to the feeling I got when I broke an individual record that was held by my own coach. I had a sense of relief and happiness, not just for myself, but my coach as well. It felt as if I didn't just break the record for the sake of me personally, but for him too. May have taken 21 years to be broken, but I'd say it sure was worth

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Personal Narrative It was the year of 2013, I was going into 4th grade and school was just a month away. But it wasn't the 4th grade that I was looking forward to, because my family was moving to a small town in Wisconsin named Mosinee. I grew up in a suburb just on the outskirts of the great city known as Chicago. I loved it there, and wanted to live there for the rest of my life; I guess my parents didn't exactly feel the same way. Little did I know that this move would shape my personality and change me in many different ways. And ultimately, to make me a better person as a whole. When I told my very few friends that I was moving, they always asked why. I really didn't have an answer and didn't think about it that much. The day eventually came, and we had all of our stuff was ready, my family was ready, but I wasn't. I couldn't imagine a life without my normal friends and my normal school, and didn't realize that this move would be one of the best things that has ever happened to me. After we gave our hardest goodbye, I started my journey to my new house. I tried to stay optimistic, but that was very hard because I new that I wasn't going to get another friend until school started, which was a month away. I also don't have a relationship...show more content... There was one more problem too, while I was friends with Mathias, I didn't have any other friends. So I made it my mission to find my new Mathias. There was one kid named Cole Holtz, I told him about how I used to live in Chicago. He found my story very amusing we hung out more and more. We are still friends to this very day, and I find it incredible how a small story could spark a greatfriendship. He eventually introduced me to his friend named Caden Hrebik. Caden was a shy kid like I was at the time, so we got along very well. We called ourselvesthe three musketeers, and it was the of something great, for

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"STAND BY!" I yell the first words of the morning as the lights flick on and bodies fly out of bed. It's 0630 in the North West side, upstairs barracks of building 835 at Camp San Luis Obispo, and I'm waking up 14 of the best people I'll ever meet. There's frantic shuffling, and immediate silence after everyone's out of bed, feet flush with the corner of the bedpost staring straight ahead, not moving an inch. "You've got 5 minutes to get ready for PT. MOVE!" The stillness is broken and the chaos continues as everyone rushes to grab their toiletries. I was in their place exactly a year ago, and now it's my turn to give back to the Cadet Training Group. I'm not anything special here, only a teacher for the next generation in a 40 year tradition. Get

Personal Narrative Of A Teacher

Personal Narrative I am a mother and wife to 3 beautiful children and husband and I felt like I was starting over every 2 years. I wanted to be a dance teacher. Well, I did that and I would probably still be doing it if I didn't have a mortgage and 3 kids. Then I wanted to be hairstylist. Let's just say that didn't go as planned. $50,000 of debt in student loans later, and I have decided I want to become a teacher. The crazy thing is that I'm 31 years old but 10 years old in my heart.

Finishing a degree can bring on many challenges. I attended another university for five years I was just a couple credits from finishing that degree but life happen and hinder me from finishing. If I could go back I probably would have went to a community college to get my basics and had more life experiences before entering into a university. Because I have attended college previous to GSC my most concerned to pursuit of my goals is financial Aid. So far I have been able to receive aid through loans but I still have another year and not enough aid to cover it. I work full time and really don't have the extra funds to pay for the remaining. And due to my age and where I am inschool I am not eligible for scholarships. So this process to reach this goal gets longer and longer. To keep a positive light on things I planned to become a paraprofessional this year so that I can maybe get more of a hand on experience within my field.

As of right now I am a pre kindergarten teacher and I have a

After paragraph: I have a soccer game, It is the afternoon,"watch out!" I yell The other team is almost at our goal! The kid is huge! He is an 8th grader I think named andrew. Woah he missed! People always say "there is no I in team." but in my team there is an I in team! My teammates never pass to me. I do not know if it is because they think I am not good enough, or if it is because I am the only 7th grade boy on my team.About 6/12 of the kids in my team are 9th graders. Those 6 that are in 9th grade are all the other boys on my team. All the girls are 7th graders. We usually are short of players cause some play travel league soccer. None of the boys pass to each anyone and the girls pass to everyone. We usually win but this team is amazing

For most of my life, I've really struggled with math. My first memory of math and insecurity was in third grade, when we started doing timed multiplication. I could always feel how cold the seat suddenly seemed to be, and I could never finish the whole sheet. None of the other kids could either, but I couldn't shake the feeling that if I was really smart, I'd be able to. I used to come home and cry to my mom every day we had tests like that. Both of my parents are computer programmers, and my sister showed a mathematical aptitude as soon as she was in school. I compared myself to my older sister and parents, and felt so ashamed every time I failed. Over time, even though I kept pace with the kids in my classes, I felt increasingly inadequate....show more content...

They understood that the struggle was part of the process, and so they had a tolerance for it that I hadn't had before. I began to understand the willingness to struggle for the sake of knowing more. It was terrifying at first, but after that I started to ask the teacher questions, and to be proud of myself when I got a new principle, no matter how long it took me, or how many times I had to have examples worked on the board. I still felt the old frustration and insecurity often, it was built up over years of my life, but I reinforced my commitment to learning every time my patience with myself resulted in deeper understanding, and especially every time I could help someone else. My struggle with math made me develop diligence that wasn't from beating myself up, and a tolerance for failure that I use in all aspects of life. It also showed me that having humility around my struggles made it safer for my friends to ask me for help. It's still not my strongest subject, but outside of the coursework I feel like I've learned more from my failure in math than my success in any other

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Writing has always been my most difficult part of English. Reading, on the other hand, is something I could do all day; however, with writing, I grimace just thinking about it. It was not that I did not have anything to say, because I actually have quite a bit to say. I just could never figure out how to phrase what I had to say in just right way on the page. My mom taught me to read and write at a young age. After that, I would devour any book that I could get my hands on. However, I have had trouble with writing since it became more than just my alphabet and numbers. In elementary, I got through assignments by making my projects read like a boring fact book. This way was awesome for a high grade, not so great for writing interesting...show more content... Mullins comments and said, "Next time, you will just have to change it up a bit." I asked her what she meant. My mom said, "Next time you will make it more fun, not so much like a timeline, and more like a true story about your subject." This was my first experience in writing for a grade. I learned a lot and I immediately applied to my future written assignments. I was in high school the first time I had to write a narrative. I was a freshman. This was Ms. Bradley's first time teaching at Union Christian Academy. On her first day, she gave us our syllabus and said, "I do not accept late work, especially on writing assignments." We, literally, sat there stunned. My freshman class had it very easy during eighth grade year. We were not expecting this. As I looked through the syllabus, I saw that our first assignment was due in a week and it was a narrative. At this time, I did not even know what a narrative was. Ms. Bradley explained that a narrative was an account or story of events. It could be either true or false. Our narrative had to be true. It had to be a true account of something that happened to us over the summer. She wanted to gauge how are writing skills were. Our narrative had to be at least two to two and a half pages long. I chose to write my first ever narrative on my trip to Fort Worth, Texas. Once again, I was plagued with writer's block. I had the story in my head, but everything I

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Tyler Douglas Professor Thamm Eng 101–10:00 a.m. Due: Sep. 29, 2008 Essay #1 Narrative A major role in my life would definitely be sports. It is almost as if I look up to sports because I could not live without them. Sports pretty much define me as me. I love to play sports as well as watch all kinds of sports on T.V. and if I could ever go to a game and watch the players play live I would be thrilled. Basically sports define me because I am ambitious, I finish what I start, I set goals for myself, and I am a fierce competitor in which I love to win and I hate to lose. The greatest part about sports to me is living for the moment when the game is on the line and the pressure is on can you come through and make a play for your...show more content...

With the game tied 6–6 that is when I went into my own little zone and was in my moment. The crowed was electrified and cheering us on. I thought about all the hard work the coaches put us through doing two a days and keeping us late after a hard practice, spending all of that time and hard work just for this one little moment when the game was on the line. Back to reality our quarterback had started the play and it looked like it was going nowhere and we might have to got into overtime. Then after about 6 crazy seconds he threw the ball to our halfback and he broke a couple tackles and the somehow stretched across the goal line by about 2 inches and we had taken the lead 8–6 with 52 seconds to go. When the game clock hit 00:00 for the first time in our schools history the football team had beaten Aberdeen and none of us could believe it. This was a special moment. Now, it was in this moment when I had realized that sports define me as me because we never gave up, none of us wanted to lose, we set a goal and completed it, but most important we kept our eye on the prize and came through in the moment when the game was on the line. Nobody is going to remember how many games we won or who the best player on the team was that season, but I guarantee what people will remember is when we had beaten Aberdeen for the first time in school

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Personal Narrative My Life

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me. I have chosen to go to the local community college to get used to the college experience. College life can be an exciting time but at the same time it can be a challenge. I feel that starting out at the community college would be a better chose than "jumping" into life at a...show more content...

I know this is what I want to do with my life. I want to be a positive influence in the lives of children. I want to be able to stand up and show the children that it is okay to be yourself and stand up for what you believe in. I am a well round student. For nine years I was actively involved in a girls organization. This experience taught me many things. We were actively involved in community service activities, for which I received the Silver Award. ( The second highest award in the organization.) I learned about the value of friendship and patients with others. This organization first introduced me to my future career. I was also involved for three and a half years in a student government club on campus. In this club I learned many life lessons. One of which was the value of hard work. I was one of the few people that organized the Junior/Senior Prom of 2000. My responsibilities included planning corranation, buying and organizing decorations, planning the busing schedule, booking the photographers, fundraising, ect. This taught me about hard work. But the best part of it was going to Prom knowing I was one of the only reasons that it happened. As far asschool goes, my schedule is very diverse. I am taking child development lab, which is a class where students from my high school can go to the local elementary schools and work one on one with the students. I have work in the elementary school for two and a half years. I

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At this point in my life I find myself in an interesting predicament regarding my attitudes toward reading and writing; more so towards reading. Years ago I used to love reading books for pleasure but nowadays I find myself reading things that little to no effort to digest. This includes the very basic posts on facebook expressing one's opinion on something or articles and threads on reddit discussing topics I find intriguing. Perhaps it's the severe senioritis that has overcome me as I enter my last semester at Chapman University. As I've gotten lazier I can see it start to reflect in my everyday life. Deep down I still love to read but I rarely find myself getting truly invested into the action unless it relates to something I am very...show more content...

You can feed the mind as much as you want and it will never get full of reading. Sadly, I'm not the same person that I was. I guess you could say it's part of growing up. It never really was intentional but it's just the way how it ended up. On the other hand my attitudes toward writing are very different. First let me say that deep down I truly do not like to write. I myself don't personally like to write for leisure or pleasure but rather I write because I believe it is one of the most important aspects of being able to communicate with those around you, both personally and professionally. To put differently, my attitude towards writing is that I write because I need to write and survive in the world around me. I write because I have to, not because I want to. Hopefully this somewhat makes sense. To better explain let me make a comparison. When I am assigned a writing assignment or I am writing because the action is being forced upon me I find myself not enjoying the process and overall the end result is subpar. The perfect example of this would be my junior year in high school when I was enrolled in AP english literature. I dreaded the majority of the class simply because there was so much writing involved in the entire course and therefore I was constantly writing just to get a grade. Being forced to write in such high volume every week for an entire school year was not enjoyable for myself and as a result the Get more content

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This MSA mentioned above, continues to slander my name around this VA. This entire incident started approximately a month and half ago, where worked in the Endocrine/Renal clinic and was questioned about makes made by Marlene in Sara NP Endocrinology clinic, by Sara. Marlene emailed Sara and told her that her mistakes were made due to the nurses in endocrinology treating her badly. This was relayed to the endocrinology nurse, who shared it with me. I just put that aside and did not thrive on it. It was then told to me by 2 other clerks (other units) that Marlene was very upset with me because I treated her so badly when she works our floor. Again, I did not make a fuss about it. While I was covering for Toni Ayers (nurse manager) one day, I received a call from Katina–MSA supervisor on some other business, and I alerted her that I have been told by several people that Marlene is upset with me, and what was shared by her. I only wanted Katina to hear my side of the story, because I contine to hear these same stories around the clinic. I have ALWAYS helped any new clerk that presents on this floor, due to multiple clinics and it can be confusing. I have never said anything out of the ordinary to Marlene, other than I am willing to HELP her, and told her my extension if needed....show more content...

This vet drove over an hour to get here, to find out he was scheduled into the wrong clinic. Dr. Reddy did not have a consult to see this vet, nor did this vet had kidney issues. This veteran stated he drove an hour to get here. I contacted Katina and Loretta to see if there are any compensations such as gas or lunch that I can provide for this veteran. Neither parties answered, therefore, I called Tracy Washington (volunteer services) to get assistance. Tracy sent an volunteer up to the renal clinic and a food voucher was given to this vet, which he very much appreciate

I was only three years old when my parents decided to move. I have a younger brother who was only five months old before the big move; my older sister was seven. We lived in a quiet residential area of Peru where it never snowed or got colder than 70В°. To my parents, America represented new dreams and endless possibilities for their children. My mom was especially keen on having us learn English. I don't recall much of my childhood in Peru, just flashes of faces here and there but I really grew up in America. This country became my home. (A couple years later we welcomed a small shih tzu who we now call Caramel.) I define my life in two ways; before I played the violin and after I decided I would make it my career. I was a very stubborn child,

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