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Taking things for granted
Chantell Cantrell
SPD 100-V1
Mrs. Castle
February 5, 2014

Speech 1: Personal Experience Speech

“Taking Things for Granted”

Growing up all through life you hear people constantly telling you not to take things in life for granted. I was told that quite often as a child but I usually let it go through one ear and out the other. One day I was faced with the tragic, unexpected death of my uncle and then everything began to set in. I unfortunately learned the hard way to never take the love and family that you have in your life for granted because all of that could be gone in a blink of an eye.
I remember this day like it was just yesterday, it was September 12, 2008, a typical football Friday for Richlands High School. I was sitting in 7th period counting down the minutes until class was over but before class ended, Mrs. Webb, Our principle at the time, called over the intercom, “Chantell Cantrell, please come to the office you are checking out.” Confused as to why I was checking out I gathered my things and made my way to the office. When I opened the office door my father’s secretary, Melissa, greeted me with a weak smile. With a confused look on my face I asked her what she was doing and if everything was okay. She hugged me and nodded her head and told me that she was here to take me to my mother and father in Grundy. I knew in my heart that something was wrong but Melissa would not tell me anything.
The hour drive to Grundy felt like an eternity. When we pulled into the parking lot of Grundy Bellacino’s, my father was waiting for me by the door. I got out of the car and made my way toward him. When I got to him, I could tell that he was upset and that he may have even been crying prior to my arrival. He took me by my hand and led me around the back of the building where I met my mother sitting with her head down at a picnic table. I had a chill run down my spine and I knew that something bad has happened. I sat down across from my

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