Personal Narrative Essay: Standing Up

As a kid, my parents always taught me to stand up for myself and others. Basically they told me I always need to kindly put someone in their place. Whether I was part of the problem or not. As quoted, “If you see or hear something you don’t think is kind, saying nothing is just as bad as partaking. Don’t be afraid to stand up for someone in the same way you hope someone would stand up for you. A friendship might even be hatched.” ~Alex and Ani. In preschool, I had a hard time making friends, but I had one named Sydney. She had long red hair and we always played together in a small yellow playhouse. Just like any other day in preschool, we took of our shoes and put them in our cubbies. We then jumped across the rug to play in the yellow house for recess. Two boys were in the house already. We kindly asked to play with them and when they rejected us because we were “girls,” I was face to face with the problem my parents always taught me to stand for. My response was quick. “What’s wrong with being a girl?” And I was shut down. “Girls

She was from India and didn’t know anyone. When people started making jokes about her hijab, I took her “under my wing” and we ignored them. My friends and I hung out with her at recess until she found other people she felt comfortable.
I learned even when your heated and want to hurt someone with the words they used at you, the best thing that you can do is kindly explain what’s right. It gets to them, and even if it takes years, they will come through. It’s just like fighting fire with fire, neither will win because they are the same. If you are flexible with the situation, kind of like water, you will be put on the same, cooler level.
Your life doesn’t count on battles of words and winning an argument to strive. You can count on happiness and helping the world to achieve. Over a lifetime, you don’t want to be miserable arguing all the time, just be joyful and appreciative of what you