Ugly, Beautiful Shoes
Valerie
College Composition I
Autobiography Essay / Ugly, Beautiful Shoes
February 1, 2014 “I’m tired of this motherf!*%ing place,” was the explicit profanity that echoed down the five-star hotel’s corridors. The yelling abruptly interrupted my own silent screams from within. It was Jackie, my loud, obnoxious co-worker, furiously stampeding out of the kitchen towards me as if she were a bull charging after a matador. I was unaware that this anarchic scene was created by God in response to my question, “Now how are you going to get me out of this one?” And little did I know that I was seconds away from God demonstrating his omnipotent intervention by employing unlikely vessels (Jackie, and those ugly shoes I hate), to cause me to have a victorious, triumphant outcome. God used an ostensibly negative situation as a catalyst to catapult my desire to know faith, and bless others by sharing my experiences. I began to realize that God can use anybody, anything, at any time to deliver me out of every adverse situation. So there I was, on time, walking down the long, dim hallway toward the kitchen. I was dressed in my room service work attire, a white shirt, black vest, bowtie, and pants. But one essential item was absent: those ugly shoes that I hate. The hotel’s policy required employees to wear the proper company shoes. Failure to do so would result in a write-up or termination. My supervisor did not care for me much, so I automatically assumed the worst. I began to panic; I could not breathe. I became anxious and, vivid scenarios of defeat danced around in my head like an old slide show. I did not have time to go home to get the shoes. Every step seemed like an eternity, as if I were trapped within an infinity mirror which prolonged my anguish. Doubt and fear set in as I provokingly questioned God about his ability to deliver me. I imagined the fat lady on stage, deeply inhaling, and preparing to sing. Suddenly my
College Composition I
Autobiography Essay / Ugly, Beautiful Shoes
February 1, 2014 “I’m tired of this motherf!*%ing place,” was the explicit profanity that echoed down the five-star hotel’s corridors. The yelling abruptly interrupted my own silent screams from within. It was Jackie, my loud, obnoxious co-worker, furiously stampeding out of the kitchen towards me as if she were a bull charging after a matador. I was unaware that this anarchic scene was created by God in response to my question, “Now how are you going to get me out of this one?” And little did I know that I was seconds away from God demonstrating his omnipotent intervention by employing unlikely vessels (Jackie, and those ugly shoes I hate), to cause me to have a victorious, triumphant outcome. God used an ostensibly negative situation as a catalyst to catapult my desire to know faith, and bless others by sharing my experiences. I began to realize that God can use anybody, anything, at any time to deliver me out of every adverse situation. So there I was, on time, walking down the long, dim hallway toward the kitchen. I was dressed in my room service work attire, a white shirt, black vest, bowtie, and pants. But one essential item was absent: those ugly shoes that I hate. The hotel’s policy required employees to wear the proper company shoes. Failure to do so would result in a write-up or termination. My supervisor did not care for me much, so I automatically assumed the worst. I began to panic; I could not breathe. I became anxious and, vivid scenarios of defeat danced around in my head like an old slide show. I did not have time to go home to get the shoes. Every step seemed like an eternity, as if I were trapped within an infinity mirror which prolonged my anguish. Doubt and fear set in as I provokingly questioned God about his ability to deliver me. I imagined the fat lady on stage, deeply inhaling, and preparing to sing. Suddenly my