<p>Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you</p>
<p>When I was seven years old, I thought my life was truly going to end abruptly. Full of stress, I distinctly remember thinking, Well, this is it for me. I was experiencing the most harrowing, series of moments in my life, or so I had thought.
On a harsh, boisterous fall afternoon, my parents invited friends over; everyone sat in the den, talking about a capacious variety of non-interesting subjects. Discomfort had penetrated throughout my lethargic body. I looked to my brother, Chris. He was biting his lip uncontrollably and his eyes raced around the room, I knew he was feeling the same agony. We both gave each other surreptitious looks, asked to leave, and grabbed our baseball gloves.
Never before did such bitter winds feel so delightful. We played catch, agreeing to reserve ourselves(which meant no spinning, throwing between the legs, or behind the back). We threw to each other at short distances, but later expanded ground, inevitably breaking our impulsive agreement. We continued throwing the baseball haphazardly until it struck and shattered the tail lights of the visitors car. Prompted by the same fear I had, Chris darted into the house and went straight to his room.
I stood outside for an hour, contemplating what kind of story I was going to fabricate. My thoughts hurtled in every direction as my stomach clenched with respite. Soon after, I came to the conclusion that the jaded grass nearby would be my consolation, not a counterfeit story. I appreciated the sharp, crisp grass for all it was worth. As I lay, as cursory and narrow as it may sound, I remembered everything that had been enjoyable because I thought it would all be expropriated.
Then the front door opened, I saw everyone saying their good-byes. The guests looked in bewilderment, wondering what I was doing sitting on back of their car, planted like a rock. Their stares discomfitted me, so I budged and they lightly chuckled. They just chuckled. They were amused by my bashful embarrassment. They told me not to worry, they didnt even want to know how it happened. The burden had been lifted! I caught my breath.
My parents took me inside, only asking, How did it happen? I explained, they noticed I was visibly upset, and then they smirked. As they gauged my reaction, they said, It was only a tail light, be thankful it wasnt a window. I was ecstatic by their reactions but I admit, that tail light was much more than a window to me, it was my life.
Had I already reached the paramount impasse of my life? Hardly. Sometimes things can be blown out of proportion. I came to the realization that you cant always worry and agonize over the most minute details. Many times, anguish and stress are products of the imagination, which sometimes proliferates and amplifies the suffering. The big picture has to be within sight, and inventing the truth will only serve to smear it.</p>
<p>Are their any grammatical errors or awkward wording (besides tabbing)? I JUST wrote this essay today and it needs to be in school by monday for colleges, please, ANY ADVICE WOULD BE LOVED. Please grade on a 1-10 scale. THANKS A LOT</p>