Personal Narrative: Zesto's Life

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Grabbing another of the what seems, an endless supply of pizza, I place it into the Ziploc baggie waiting to be filled. My Saturday mornings consist of packaging food for low-income families. After Zesto’s packages the food, we place them in the freezer for the families. We have pick up located at the building downtown. Zestos’ also doubled as a thrift shop based strictly off donations of time and items for the store. I worked at Zesto’s my eighth and ninth grade years of school. Something that’s always stuck with me was the feeling of being able to make a difference in someone’s life. I grew too busy to be able to continue the work at Zesto’s, but the time I spent there stays etched into my mind. I carried on doing my schoolwork,

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