Personal Narrative Analysis

Deven Crowell
1/25/06
1st block Ms. Todd
Personal Narrative
The wonderful gift of giving is more precious than any material item that is just used for simple amusement. There is no greater feeling than the one you get from knowing you personally affected someone. In the situation that I'm going speak about, I got a chance to see how one's joyous gratitude can emotionally touch another. Experiences like these are the ones that gave me an extra sense of maturity and also helped me grow to be a better person overall. It all began on the first bus route of my summer job. The first stop was at the corner of Halifax and Liberty Street. Two girls boarded the bus, and carried themselves as if they were normal children living a normal life. As
About the second week of camp the bus driver and I took a new route to pick up the kids. We rode down Halifax Street and then stopped at the homeless shelter. I said "Mrs. Carol," which was the bus driver's name, " why are we stopping right here?" and before she got to say anything I saw the two girls run out of the building. That was one of the most shocking moments of my life, but I didn't let the girls see my emotion, I just greeted them as I would any bus rider. Although I hid my shock from the girls, in the back of my mind I couldn't help but think of something to do for them since they were so well behaved and underprivileged at the same
They were ecstatic. It one of the many times they almost brought tears to my eyes. A day before the trip something made me ask the girls if they had swimming suits or shoes and they both said no. I had to get with my supervisor once again and figure out how we were going to get what they needed. Then she said " You know the girls don't have a ride to the Armory" which was the trip drop off area. So, we had two problems to solve. We were up for any challenge at this point in time. I went to Wal-Mart to get the girls some swim shoes and accessories while my supervisor went to Target to get the bathing suits. Later that night we called Mrs. Carol and asked if she could pick up the two girls before she did her regular bus routes, and of course she said yes because she enjoyed the sisters just as well as we did. I thought everything was done, and there was nothing else to do, but of course I was wrong. I forgot the girls had to have spending money. Then I asked my mother to ask all of my aunts if they would help my cause with small donations. I got $30.00. At first I thought they could just split that, but I wanted to have a carefree day. The morning of the trip arrived and the kids were on time and just as happy as anyone I've ever seen. The older sister approached me and said " Thank you Coach D" and that was when I decided to reach in my pocket and give her $60.00 to split with