Life, for me, has always been filled with different twists and turns. Some were forgotten, while others have remained fresh in our memories. One of these memories that made me look at life differently, and cherish what I have, was the day my mother took to me to see homeless people during one of my high school days. I was in studying in (insert name of your school during high school) and the year was (insert name of year here). Long before that incident I am a mischievous student in school. I always took education for granted and go home without anything special to be proud off. I am just an average student who goes to school for fun and just to catch up on lessons. There are also instances that I never wanted to study. Whenever I go to school, it’s as if I am going to a dark, lonely and distressful jailhouse.
I was giving my parents a headache because they can’t make me change my ways. All I do all day is play, surf the internet, watch television shows and party with friends. Valuing money is not on my list since my parents can provide me with the things that I need. I even cut classes just to go to movie houses with friends. My friends never leave me because I have money to buy things for them and treat them most of the time. Even when it comes to food and clothes shopping, I splurge a lot and never bothered to save for tomorrow.
That very day when my mom took me to this place full of scavengers, I saw how people live miserable without any shelter or food to eat. It is really disturbing on my part to see people like them who struggle everyday with nothing to eat or drink or wear. I saw how dirty their hands and feet were. I even look for traces of possible toilet for them to clean up or even a single piece of furniture where they can lay their tired bodies at night. But then there s nothing left for them to have. I hate the fact that after all my laziness and malevolence in school, there are people on other places who cannot afford to go on schooling. This is when I began to value my education. I realized how I really need to change my life and be a good student. I don’t want to end up becoming a bum or living in a street without anything with me.
As I look back and recall the incident, I become thankful of the wonderful things that have been bestowed on me; how the gift of life, family and education served as a miracle from my end. I learned to appreciate life better, with the goal of living my life to the fullest. I wanted to be a better individual, whom parents can be proud of. I am now recuperating from my bad past and starting things anew. I separated myself from friends who are bad influence. I also learned how to balance my time when it comes to studies and past time activities.
Moreover, I realized that life is indeed a blessing; not everyone was given the chance to survive this cruel world. Upon seeing the people living that place during my high school years, I was saved from what might have been, my final destination. I was given the chance to actually think, and relive my life so that I can be a better, both in my personal and professional life.
As I move forward and live a simple life, I look back and cherish the moments when my life was almost a trash. I am definitely a new and better person-because of that valuable experience.