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Personal Narrative: The Day Chip Died

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The Day Chip Died People walk in and out of your life but sometimes they stay forever. Many times as we go through life we don’t realize how much things mean to us. We live life as if it will last forever. Little do we know that if we don’t take the time to appreciate what we have that those things will slip through our fingers. On September 25, 2015 my life came to a complete stop. My dad had just gotten a call from my grandpa. My uncle had had several heart attacks and was in Iowa City. My parents we bawling in the kitchen trying to get us off to school. At the time they wouldn’t tell us what was happening. I was shipped off to school not knowing what would happen or what was going on. All day I wondered what had happened. Thoughts raced

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