Personal Narrative: My Migration From El Paso

It was June 13, 1995. I was in El Paso TX, boarding a plane, with a one way ticket to San Diego CA. I knew once I boarded that plane my life would never be the same. All I had in my possession was the clothes on my back, my wallet, and cigarettes and a liter. I was a scared 18 year old but an extremely excited one also. I knew I was leaving all my friends, family, and loved ones as a young immature teenager but would return with more maturity and a brighter future. As the flight began its taxi down the runway I was thinking to myself, am I doing the right thing or should I have chosen a different path for my life. I spent the entire flight trying to rest and relax but my anxiety would shoot through the roof and then I would calm myself with the idea of earning the Title. As the plane began its decent my heart started to pound harder and harder. I knew I was getting to the point of no return and soon I would belong to them. Before my departure from El Paso, I was told right before I land to look out the window of the plane and I would be able to see my new home. As the plane exited the clouds, I could see a huge 60 foot rappel tower with seven letters in red print. The letters also represented the title I was trying to earn. At that moment, I became so
At any moment I could still walk away. All I needed to do was make a phone call and I would be back on a plane with a one way ticket to Midland TX. I also knew I would have to look at so many people in eyes and tell them I was too scared to embark on this life changing adventure. I was provided with very strict and clear orders on where to go and how to get there. I was to go to the United Services Organization (U.S.O.), check in and wait, because they would come get me when they were ready. As I was sitting in the U.S.O., there was a movie playing, it was Full Metal Jacket during the boot camp scenes. I do not know if it was by design or just pure