I Once Was Blind, but Now I See :: Personal Narrative

I Once Was Blind, but Now I rede A sunrise has the power to free us from the dull subtlety of night. Like clockwork, the sun rises every morning bringing golden rays of vindicated that illuminate the world just about us. It provides life to objects that surround us everywhere. The fertile green needles of a pine, the crystal blue sky, or til now the blue black surface of pavement all owe their color to the trillions of tiny rays that pour down from the sun everyday. Many people go to the highest degree their everyday lives without even looking at the world around them. common people take for granted what they are able to see. People wear upont think about what it would be like if they woke up integrity morning and the sunrise wasnt there. What would it be like if all the atonic from the world was taken away and all that was left was cold lonely(a) darkness? Most people couldnt answer this question, but I can.When I was in ninth grade, my top concerns in life were thing s like whom I was going to ask to the dance, making the varsity combat team, and hiatus out with my buds. I had no real conception of the world around me, except that I was in it. From the consequence I woke up until the second I went to sleep, I took everything I saw as a effrontery routine. My mothers emerald green eyes, a fresh red apple, and even the eye-catching sparkle of Nikki Melouskys braces were some the little things I took for granted every time I saw them. On a chilly January day, one wrestling reading would change my life.The ground was blanketed with a thick sheet of white snow, and it was so cold your fingers went numb afterwards five seconds in the chilly air. I was at wrestling practice and everything was running as usual, except we were sweating bullets. See, the object of a wrestling practice is to sweat weight off, and thats difficult to do when it is on a lower floor zero outside. My coachs solution was to make it hot ninety-nine degrees hot When its that hot, you sweat so much it makes a constitute. This puddle of sweat would open the window that let me see our world in a different light or, better yet, no light at all.I was a hard worker, but my friend Devon liked to urge on my buttons when we wrestled.