Personal Narrative: The Red Cross Clinic

In my mind’s eye, I imagined the Red Cross Clinic to be an immaculate and pristine building filled with the hum of machinery and plenty of strangers. However, I could not have been more wrong. The cozy atmosphere, though, did nothing to calm my nerves. Once I introduced myself to a nurse, I realized that there would be no doubt that my lack of people-skills would be obvious to anyone. My goal to speak up with confidence to more people for 48 hours had already began to seem like an experience I would deplore. An hour later, the desire to stay hidden or buried within my book arose. But every time I stole another glance at my book, I remembered why I had resolved to speak up more. There had been too many lost chances and opportunities for