WWJD- Personal Narrative

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WWJD- Personal Narrative

During the time I was journaling for this project, I misinterpreted the focus. Instead of the group doing this project together, we have each been working at different paces if you will. So, in consideration of the directions for this summary, I cannot rightly say that we agreed together for two weeks on this experience, and in so doing may have come to a different end result than if we had agreed. With that in mind, I have decided to include excerpts from my journal within my overall response to the project, along with reflection and insight into specific instances that stand out in my mind.

I began journaling on Wednesday, November 26th. The first week or so of my journaling was characterized by spiritual exploration and even little leaps of faith, while I was trying to keep focused on my academics in spite of an indistinguishable illness that, even today, has my doctors confounded. My first experience sets the mood for my thoughts about the importance of how to shine in many different settings, and challenges me to this day. For the sake of authenticity, I didn't correct my English errors in my journaling, and I think it makes it a little more real. I write exactly how I would talk.

Wed,9/26: Well, [I] started journaling today. It's kinda weird to do this project, seeing as we're all Christians anyway. Doesn't that mean we should always have this mindset, ya know, "What Would Jesus Do?" Any way, I was also considering the lecture in Global today, and that got a lot of questions going. So, I needed to go downtown, and I decided I would try to go about my errands with purpose. I am Christian, and I just happen to go bible college, and I just happen to be going shopping. I'm a Christian first and foremost.

On my way out, I grabbed my lighter for some reason. I guess I always have one around, but they're handy, right? Anyways, wouldn't you know, on my way downtown, a guy asked me for a light. I hesitated, then remembered I actually did. As I handed it to him I thought I should say something, but then he began to cough and turned away from me. He said "These things are gonna kill me..." I asked him why he even smoked then, or if he'd ever tried to quit.

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