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Personal Narrative: My Trip To Colombia

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In December 2010 I went to Colombia- my native country- for a vacation. I was 21 years old, and I was living a reckless life. I was staying at my cousin’s Freddy’s house with his wife Mary and son Christian. On Christmas Eve, the family got together and at midnight we all started opening gifts. I believe it was 12:30am when I walked out of the house and continued partying for three long days. On December 28th, everything turned into a nightmare for me, when I made the worst decision, a decision that a “normal” person probably wouldn’t have made. I partied for three days. I was still in the party-fun mode when my cousin Freddy came looking for me. Disappointment, worry and concern were the looks on his face. As soon as I saw him, I got up and told the people around me: that my cousin was here, that I had to got to go. Stood up like a solder, called to duty and marched as straight as possible looking down to the floor just hoping that he wasn’t as angry and upset as I had thought. On our way home …show more content…

The Doctor said I was lucky that I had suffered a serious impact, and that not too many people would have walked away without any fractures or serious injuries. Today I have a dislocated disc, which causes me pain at times and a lot of discomfort when I sit for long periods of time or when I’m walking. I continue to go to physical therapy. This was a turning point in my life; at that age dealing with my emotions was hard. I life was unstable and using drugs wasn’t making things any easier for me or anyone around me. Enjoying life to the fullest is important. Partying, drinking, smoking, are not what make life “cool;” on the other hand, family and mental stability are the fundamental parts of life. Therefore, making wise decisions that won’t harm our body or mind is crucial because there are always consequences to every

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