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<li><p>Few years ago there was a kid on my bus who would bully me. He would insult me and mock me every day. I would respond back in defense. One day he followed me off the bus and verbally abused me while we walked. I kept taunting him at the same time to get back at him. He suddenly spat in my face. I went home crying and immediately contacted the guidance counseler in told on him. He got suspended for a week. Later I found out he got disciplined by his dad as well.<br>
Moral: I realize(d) that the thing wasn't really his fault. I was the one responding to him and taunting him like a smart*ss little kid. All this time I had seen myself as the victim of bullying when in reality I was an instigator of a conflict. This realization helped me mature as a person.</p></li>
<li><p>Few years ago my toaster caught on fire while I was home alone. I screamed and called my mom. she said to call the fire department. I pressed the alarm system fire department button; they never arrived. i hysterically cried for a bit cuz the fire was getting big (the toaster was on a wooden cart with the microwave, the cart was in the pantry) and was getting near the wall. finally i plucked up my courage and got a bucket and, after multiple tries, put the fire out with water.<br>
Moral: don't always rely on others to save you. sometimes you have to be your own hero.</p></li>
<li><p>Few years ago I was home alone and being an idiot and jumping around on sofas. I fell and broke a glass table. I was unscathed but I was extremely scared that my parents would come home and yell at me and possibly discipline me. Not knowing what to do, I decided to grab shards of glass and start making minor cuts and scratches all over my arms until there was enough blood to make it look painful (even though it really wasn't), so that when my parents came home they'd feel sorry for me rather than angry at me for breaking the table. I felt pretty clever and proud of myself too. Needless to say they weren't mad at me at all when they came home. I ended up telling them the truth 3 years later.
Moral: Life is full of trivial dilemmas. Learn to cope with them reasonably. Eventually one day you'll laugh at such minor things. Something along those lines.</p></li>
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<p>MrSimpleSimple -</p>
<p>It really isn’t about the topic but rather about how you write it. No topic alone will make a bad, or a good, essay. </p>
<p>Sometimes the dryest of topics can make the most interesting personal statements, just as the most intriguing of topics can sometimes make for the worst personal statements! It is, therefore, all in the approach. </p>
<p>Having said that, I do like the idea of the first topic. I feel like that one has a fair amount of potential and, assuming you focus on the GOOD and not the BAD, sounds interesting. </p>
<p>Good luck!! Anything else, please just ask. </p>
<p>Best regards,
- Mike</p>