Write an essay in which you tell us about someone who has made an impact on your life and explain how and why this person is important to you.
I remember the night vividly. To this day, a warm sweaty feeling still suffocates me when I even think about it. My family and I were sitting in a booth (the kind your thighs stick to) waiting for our dinner to arrive at the restaurant, when my brother Matt started wailing- the kind that sounds like someone is being stabbed, but my brother had simply spilled cold water on himself. Anyone who knows about autism would know that this is a response to sensory overload, but to everyone in the restaurant, it seemed like my family had raised an oversized, seven year old baby. I saw mothers sneer to their husbands that their baby would never act like that, or even worse, whisper to each other about my brother being a brat. My twelve year old self was mortified. I wanted to scream, "He is autistic! He can't help it!" but instead, I slouched low in my seat waiting for my mom to calm him down.
Leaving the restaurant that night, I felt embarrassed to be a part of my own family, and secretly, I felt even more embarrassed to be Matt's sister. As I laid in bed that night, I wished people already would have been informed of what autism was so that they wouldn't have stared and wondered. Later that week, I went to the mall with a couple girlfriends. As we paraded into the food court, I saw a familiar sight out of the corner of my eye; a disheveled mother trying to calm down her wailing son, who was rocking back and forth, a tell-tale sign of autism. I heard one of my friends say, "She needs to control her kid!" obviously referring to the scene I saw unfolding. Instead of agreeing with her, I realized that that mother must feel exactly how I felt only a week earlier. If I could relate, I wondered how many other people could relate as well. I didn't feel embarrassed about Matt anymore, I felt empowered to educate. If only my friend knew that the boy couldn't help it, she wouldn't think the mother had no control. "He probably has autism" I blurted out, "He can't help it". She examined me slowly before saying, "Oh... that sucks," From that day on, I no longer let my brother's challenges be an embarrassment to me, but rather a chance to help others understand this complex disability.
It's been five years since I realized I could educate and make a difference and I'd like to think that I have. Although my brother has outgrown his outbursts, he still has his quirks. Instead of hiding from him in shame, I choose to think of his quirky moments as chances to inform people about what's going on and how they can help. I am constantly proud of Matt for his accomplishments and I adore being his big sister. Besides, in a screaming contest, he's my secret weapon, hands down.
i had written this essay for a class before i had this prompt. is this essay apprpriate for this prompt, and how can i tweak it to make it fit, or just make it better in general. thank you so much!