Is the my butt part a bit ... inappropriate?
Though I did really think that at the time I don;t know if I should put that...
What has been the most meaningful piece of advice you have ever received? Who gave you this advice and what ways have you put it to use? (250 words or less)
I couldn't believe my mom could be so evil to trick me like this. Chucky Cheese's, my butt; this was definitely not Chucky Cheese's. The noxious smell of medicine and chemicals filled my little nine-year old nose as I frantically searched for a possible exit. Eerie posters of toothy kids stared down at me from all sides of the room, boring holes through my very soul. I couldn't take it anymore. I busted out into tears.
"Oh, hush now, April," my mom whispered, "You won't feel a thing. It's just a teensy weensy needle."
I clamorously whimpered at the word 'needle'. With a sigh my mom suddenly straightened me up and looked at me directly in the eye.
"April. There will be times in life when you have to fight through your fears and keep your head up high. Now, can you do this for me? Chin up and smile."
She held her chin up high, tapped her chin, then tapped my chin, and smiled.
"April -------."
A monotonous female voice called out my name. My mom softly clutched my hand and as proudly as I could, I jutted out my chin, smiled a great big smile, and rubbed the last tears with the back of my hand.
Ever since this little incident, whenever I felt embarrassed or scared I constantly and softly mumbled this mantra to myself, and surprisingly, I would succeed phenomenally in my task. I have learned that confidence can virtually mold a person into a whole different being.
Though I did really think that at the time I don;t know if I should put that...
What has been the most meaningful piece of advice you have ever received? Who gave you this advice and what ways have you put it to use? (250 words or less)
I couldn't believe my mom could be so evil to trick me like this. Chucky Cheese's, my butt; this was definitely not Chucky Cheese's. The noxious smell of medicine and chemicals filled my little nine-year old nose as I frantically searched for a possible exit. Eerie posters of toothy kids stared down at me from all sides of the room, boring holes through my very soul. I couldn't take it anymore. I busted out into tears.
"Oh, hush now, April," my mom whispered, "You won't feel a thing. It's just a teensy weensy needle."
I clamorously whimpered at the word 'needle'. With a sigh my mom suddenly straightened me up and looked at me directly in the eye.
"April. There will be times in life when you have to fight through your fears and keep your head up high. Now, can you do this for me? Chin up and smile."
She held her chin up high, tapped her chin, then tapped my chin, and smiled.
"April -------."
A monotonous female voice called out my name. My mom softly clutched my hand and as proudly as I could, I jutted out my chin, smiled a great big smile, and rubbed the last tears with the back of my hand.
Ever since this little incident, whenever I felt embarrassed or scared I constantly and softly mumbled this mantra to myself, and surprisingly, I would succeed phenomenally in my task. I have learned that confidence can virtually mold a person into a whole different being.
