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    Over the past years‚ I have gained a good amount of experience working with children. These children have come form all types of backgrounds. Some of the children that I work with on a regular bases have special needs‚ including Asperger syndrome‚ severe autism and deafness and Down syndrome. Working with these particular children has taught me so much patience. Its also has been amazing to see how much they have learned‚ when many people say that they are incapable of doing it. I have seen a the little

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    Why I Chose My Profession

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    is one of the reasons you have received this letter. I work on and off. However a year ago I working then something changed‚ drastically. A stack of shevels fell and broke my left hand in several places. Despite long therapy sessions and several follow-up operations‚ I can honestly say that the worst result of breaking my hand was that I broke my leg. The incident has allowed me the opportunity come to the realization that I’m not immortal and I could easier be replace in a second. This revelation

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    When someone is doing something that they love‚ it is not the wrong choice no matter what anybody else says. Even if they are told that they are the worst‚ they should keep going because if they truly enjoy it‚ then the situation turns around 360 degrees around and they’ll become exceptional at it. I enjoy writing a lot. When I am writing‚ I feel like I can do anything. I can write about a princess trapped in a tower or a pirate searching for lost treasure. There’s overwhelming choices to write about

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    How I lost my grandma

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    As I walked down the hallway‚ it seemed endless. I could not feel my feet hitting the ground‚ nor notice anyone around me. I just walked. The smell of the place was intoxicating. It reminded me of insulin or disinfectant spray. I entered her room; it was dark. The sound of beeping machines echoed in my ears. I walked to her bed. She was sleeping soundly. Her body was frail and looked as if she was bone covered with skin. She was weak and tired. The cancer had been eating away at her‚ slowly

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    qualities I look for in friends Friends are an indispensable factor in our live‚ just as a main dish in a meal. Frankly‚ I have a lot of friends. Yet‚ I don’t know whether they are sincere or just hypocritical. Sometimes‚ I can’t really figure out. But still‚ I or should I say everyone‚ wishes to have friends with good qualities. According to what William Penn says:" A true friend freely‚ advises justly‚ assists readily‚ adventures boldly‚ takes all patiently‚ defends courageously‚ and continues

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    The Day I Broke My Ankle

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    The Day I broke my ankle Several years ago‚ I fell down the stairs and broke my ankle. I had never broken a bone before or been to the emergency room. It was a very scary and painful experience. I will never forget it and hope I never have another experience like it. This is how it happened. I went out the door of my house and was on my way to work. There is a walkway and a short stairway with four or five steps between my door and the sidewalk. I remember that I was wearing a new pair

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    The Day I Broke My Leg

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    One moment I was running‚ running fast‚ quickly‚ aggressively. The next moment I’m on the ground crying holding my leg. It happened so fast I didn’t know one movement from the next. After a while I notice I’m on the bench with an ice bag on my knee‚ while watching my team lose to a great team. After the game I went to the mall able to walk again. The next day I played again‚ thinking it was nothing but a bruise. It’s spring break 2 weeks after the blow to my knee. Just yesterday I got hit again

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    I couldn’t believe my eyes” I couldn’t believe my eyes! It just spoke! How is it possible? It is not‚ right? Okay‚ I’ll just start from the start. Well‚ it was our summer vacation when my cousin came over along with his ugly little puppet which he called ‘Mr. Bad Boy’. At first it was annoying as he said it was alive and it could move‚ speak and even sing. But later it got really creepy! It was almost getting dark when my cousin‚ Nathan‚ came to my room and very unusually he wasn’t speaking

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    Why I love Soccer: When i was a little kid the game of soccer fasicnated me so much.So as i grew up i came to know the game of soccer.My father and mother had me and my twin sister played with my older sister on her team “The Eagles”We may had won many games.Then the season came to an end.But that meant a new season of soccer was coming.My dad practided with me and my twin sister.We would do the basics such as dribbling and passing.Soccer season than started me and my sister were put on a team

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    How I Choose My Career

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    When I was younger I took a interest in art. Every day I really pursued learning how to draw. I started out tracing things from magazines and books that I really enjoyed. After tracing I would try my best to draw what I just traced. I slowly moved away from tracing‚ and was drawing things on my own. My mother began to realize I was taking a sudden appreciation in art. So she placed me in a drawing class and a pottery class. She wanted me to enjoy myself and try to get better at what I wanted

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