Personal Narrative Essay: Having A Perfect Life

Growing up, I was the poster child for having a perfect life. Everything was always simple and handed to me. I grew up in a large house with acres of land and many animals. My parents routinely woke my brothers and I up early each Sunday morning to go to church, and made sure that by six o’clock we were all around the table for family dinner. No one ever hollered at each other; my siblings and I did not fight except for the occasional teasing. From the outside looking in, most people would have thought I had everything going in my favor. Honestly, I thought I did too, but soon that would all change. It was Spring of my freshman year of high school, and I was standing in front of my school, laughing and talking with one of my best friends waiting for my Mother to pick me up. I could not wait to see her and tell her how amazing my day had been. The second I saw her white Honda Pilot pull into a parking spot I raced over to see her, but my Mom was not there. Instead it was my Dad in the driver’s seat. I was confused since usually I would have gotten a text or phone call that someone else was picking me up. He obviously saw the confusion on my face and said, “Your mom is at home with your brother Zach.” I did not

While I was there, I spent the majority of my time frustrated with my Mom for making me go to a camp all about Jesus… I was so certain that he had abandoned me. On the second to last night of camp, a man named John Randal spoke on the power of prayer. Amazed by how it seemed as if he knew exactly what I had been longing to hear; I decided in that moment to dedicate my life to Jesus Christ. After that I knew there was no going back. I swore that I would do whatever I could to help others find the hope in this world that they have been searching for just like I