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Personal Narrative: My Imagination
As a child, I had a huge imagination. I would turn the recliner into Pride Rock and the backyard into a jungle. But, it was my sidekick, my partner in crime, my little sister who made my imagination grow and become real. Through years, as we get older and we add adult responsibilities to our daily lives she has never lost that imagination I remember. Although her imagination has changed into more adult-like forms she has been a signpost in my life. When I watch her and listen to what she tells me I can see her wheels turning. She gets an idea in her head and it grows until she can not contain it. Then, that idea explodes forcing her to publicize it. When she publicizes it, I am amazed. Her imagination as shown me that an idea can form in your …show more content…
The fear of judgment is still always present. I fear I will be judged by what I imagine. I am afraid that my imagination will be rejected and scorned. Reading the article transcribed from N.T Wright’s speech, “The Bible and Christian Imagination,” expressed where my fear comes from. Wright said, “The Christian Church has often been bad at encouraging imagination.” Sometimes they think imagination will take us away from God. I almost did not come to Taylor because I was told it was conservative and even my mother was worried I would not be able to make movies like I wanted, based on my imagination. I am constantly afraid that my imagination has led me astray, taking me farther from where I was trying to go. That all being said sometimes I won’t trust my imagination which leads me to refuse using …show more content…
I hope these words describe my leadership. The biggest thing I strive for is to be compassionate to everyone. While it is harder for me to do that sometimes with my “other,” I want people to see that I am willing to love and serve them and put their well-being before my own. At first, I was going to choose "motivating" until a friend said: “You’re always optimistic.” I smiled. I like to think of myself as optimistic and use that optimism to uplift others. I hope my optimism makes it into the things I do as well as the people I reach. I hope to be courageous. For one, to lead by example. I want for people to have courage so therefore I need to show courage as well. I also hope to hold myself courageously. People are more comfortable when they have courage. I strive to be dedicated in everything I do. I want people to see that I am dedicated to them and want to invest in a relationship with them. Organization might we a weird word to choose for leadership but I think of it as a deeper meaning. I like to be organized but not just in my room or in my day to day schedule. I hope that my brain, in general, is organized. I hope that people can see I can organize my thoughts and multiple things at once. I hope they see I can organize each person I am close to and remember everything important about them and to

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