Everlasting experiences

Write an essay in which you tell us about someone who has made an impact on your life and explain how and why this person is important to you.

As dawn broke and the rays of sunlight shined through the tiny cracks in the cabin walls, I woke up to the sound of creaking doors and the smell of urine.With one eye open, I peeked below me, where my beautiful 27-year old Sarah was wide awake staring right back at me, with a gentle smile forming at the corner of her mouth. The innocence in her smile was like that of Mona Lisa’s, soft yet charming, a smile that brightens up your day like the sun. A distant bell sounded, signaling the commencement of the camp’s daily routine of getting dressed,waking up the campers, and taking them to their designated activities.

“Let’s go Sarah, it’s time for canoeing!” I yelled to her with excitement. She looked at me with her wide green eyes, and gave me a smirk. She frantically pointed to her white worn-out shoes and motioned me to put it on so we could head out. I first slowly pulled up her long socks, and then wrapped her leg supporter around it, and put on her desired shoes. Then I pointed to the door, and she turned on her electrical wheelchair, and slowly moved forward.

I have, in the past believed, that the creation of humanity was utterly depressing, when viewing the multitude of differences between the same beings, some fair, but mostly unfair. When I see a woman covered by the staunch scent of her own urine throughout the day, wearing oversized adult briefs (diapers), and living with stringent limitations, I cannot help but feel confused and frustrated. It parallels a sacrificial life where pleasures and experiences remain limited, and weaken the equality present in society. A life without education, knowledge, and authority sets into motion a state of poverty, which does not comply with the factors that establish the key factors of a “normal” life.

It was Pawnee Prom Thursday, the last night at Camp. A rush of anticipation and nervousness devoured my body, coupled with a high pulse caused by my failing attempts to cheer Sarah up by playing her favorite Beatles song. Clearly aligned in her wheelchair, Sarah attempted swift movements to the song “Yellow Submarine” by pumping her fist up and down and wiggling in her wheelchair. I tried to clap and cheer her on by screaming “Go Sarah!” and she would giggle and snort out a laugh. As the night continued on with different genres of music, from jazz to rap, Sarah, with her half-toothed smile and her fluttering green eyes, pulled on my shirt with her tiny little fingers and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I moved her velvet-like hair aside and kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear, “I’ll miss you Sarah. It has been an amazing summer.”

After she parted away from me on Friday morning, I deeply missed her even though I only spent one summer with her. Blessed by her kiss, I found the real alma mater to life- a lesson in fact, teaching me that life is not just about education or knowledge or authority, but something more meaningful. The innocence present in every one of her actions- the way she smiled, the way she perceived things, the way she did everything, has alas opened the door to new perception about the physically and intellectually disabled. My experiences with Sarah not only changed my views, but made me realize that despite her disabilities, her world is unique, filled with love, laughter, innocence, and pain, like everyone else’s.

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