| Well hey there everyone I hope you all are doing well I am doing pretty good lol. Just finished up my final draft of my Descriptive Narrative essay that I had to do for english comp and I think I will post it up on here and let you all read it and tell me what you think of it lol. So here goes
Paul Bush
Decision Made on a Hardwood Floor
My early childhood, a time when I should have been able to approach my problems with great ease, was instead a time when I was plagued with doubt and uncertainty. My father had problems controlling his anger, due largely to alcohol consumptions. His abusive nature towards me was a contributing factor in my lack of confidence when approaching difficult situation. It almost looked as if there were no answers, but I discovered through a specific abusive situation that when there is a problem, it should not be avoided, but approached with confidence, no matter what the end result may be.
On one occasion, I remember entering the living room where my father sat silently on a brightly colored sofa, with a cold glass of rum at hand, and had the thought, "My father is not doing the right thing." His excessive consumption of alcohol was ruining him. As he sipped on his drink, I wondered if it was best to confront him about the situations again, or just to leave well enough alone. From past experiences with my father, I fear what he might do. I thought long and hard while watching him drown his problems with another glass of rum. I had decided this could not go on any longer. Something had to be done.
As he put down his class, I calmly asked, "Dad, why don't you get some help?" He angrily replied, "Mind your own business," I could smell the putrid alcohol on his breath and I could see the anger in his bloodshot eyes. I was heading into a dangerous situations that I was well accustomed to in the past, but I continued to talk to my father while neglecting fear altogether. Soon after, he became infuriated. He then stumbled in my direction. I had tried to leave the room, but he already had a firm grip on my left shoulder. Upon turning around, I was met with a swift blow to the side of the face. The harshness of the blow left me lying on the dusty hardwood floor. My father looked at me with a blank stare, then turned and proceeded to leave the house.
As I picked myself up from the cold, hard floor, many thoughts filled my head. They were different from past thoughts, as they weren't consumed by fear. My mind was now filled with confidence, I had approached the situation, and was left knowing that I had tried my best and that was all that could be expected of me. At that moment in time, I did not know from what source this newfound confidence about approaching my problems has come, but I later discovered that this situation itself had played a big part. Even though the outcome was not for the best, it helped me to face my problems with having positive attitude and confidence.
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