salibut2020
Nov 1, 2010
Undergraduate / " Life with a handicapped mother..." COMMON APP ESSAY [10]
Hey guys, I don't know if you'll see this, but I did write out the last paragraph a bit more. If you could read/comment, that would be great! Thanks again.
Life with a handicapped mother has always seemed like this: lessons often come at the most unexpected times. Rare lessons, like this one, had the tendency of lodging themselves like bubblegum pop in the inner confines of my subconscious.
I often thought about how my mother, of all people, could harbor so much jeong. After all, she had grown up in a world where she had been afforded very little of it. Still, I was able to see jeong in her everyday actions - in the way she dealt with clients at work, her friends, and even her family - and realized that jeong would involve stepping out of my comfort zone and going out of my way to make others feel at ease.
For me, jeong manifested itself in the smaller things in life, like in a smile or a simple hand gesture. The way I dealt with my peers, superiors, friends, and even strangers evolved and matured: every ounce of effort I put into a relationship was an ounce of effort well spent. Jeong, I learned from my mother, was more than just putting in effort - it was the art of putting yourself in another's shoes, and walking some miles in them; it was about breaking barriers and establishing ties; it was the realization that we are all humans striving to live, love, and learn in a transient world.
Hey guys, I don't know if you'll see this, but I did write out the last paragraph a bit more. If you could read/comment, that would be great! Thanks again.
Life with a handicapped mother has always seemed like this: lessons often come at the most unexpected times. Rare lessons, like this one, had the tendency of lodging themselves like bubblegum pop in the inner confines of my subconscious.
I often thought about how my mother, of all people, could harbor so much jeong. After all, she had grown up in a world where she had been afforded very little of it. Still, I was able to see jeong in her everyday actions - in the way she dealt with clients at work, her friends, and even her family - and realized that jeong would involve stepping out of my comfort zone and going out of my way to make others feel at ease.
For me, jeong manifested itself in the smaller things in life, like in a smile or a simple hand gesture. The way I dealt with my peers, superiors, friends, and even strangers evolved and matured: every ounce of effort I put into a relationship was an ounce of effort well spent. Jeong, I learned from my mother, was more than just putting in effort - it was the art of putting yourself in another's shoes, and walking some miles in them; it was about breaking barriers and establishing ties; it was the realization that we are all humans striving to live, love, and learn in a transient world.
