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Personal Narrative

March 31, 2016 | Author: | Posted in american literature, literature and language

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There is a little rhyme by an unknown author that starts out , I remember the day I remember the place ‘ that always come to my mind when I think about my friend , Christopher . I remember the day I met him vividly

Christopher approached me as I was working in a retail store in the mall in 1999 . He had on a tan suit and the biggest , brightest smile I had ever seen on a white person ! He stuck his hand out [banner_entry_middle]

formally and cheerfully stated , Hi ! I ‘m Christopher ! I ‘m your new co-worker . I look forward to working with you ‘ He shook my hand quickly and ran off to the next associate to introduce himself in the same manner . I stood there bemused by his quirky little pace and mouse like appearance and genuinely honest approach . It was apparent by his facial features and style of introduction that Christopher was very young . As it turned out , this was his first job . He had just graduated from high school

I remember the day I met Christopher so well because we went on to become great friends . We spent time hanging out after work , and after we both had left the department store , we still found time to go to get beer and hot wings when he was old enough or to chat about life at the cafy . We would run into each other in passing and always stop and take time to fill each other in our lives . We never rushed a conversation and we always greeted each other and left each other with a hug

Our friendship was intimate , you could say . We discussed love , life sex , desires .anything close friends would normally open their hearts and minds and talk about . I was there to hear all about his first love and the first time he had sex . I learned all about his father abandoning him when he was a baby . I shared my world with him and offered him advice as well

The last time I hugged Christopher was in the cafy directly after our conversation about his joining the Marine Corp . This was in 2001 , a month after the September 11 tragedies . I said , You did WHAT Christopher , you could get killed

July 31st , 2005 , Christopher was killed in Iraq by enemy fire . I still see his innocent and beautiful face as the boy who approached me seven years ago , not the face of the thin Marine that headlined our local newss

Christopher ‘s death didn ‘t change my life , as I ‘m sure it has for many Meeting him did . I have never met such an honest and caring person in my life . Just knowing him had made me view things in a different perspective and in a brighter light . Now that he is gone , I realize that he was a gift to me and I cherish the time we spent as friends

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