I Once Was Blind, but Now I See :: Personal Narrative

I Once Was Blind, but Now I See A sunrise has the power to free us from the dull ghost of night. Like clockwork, the sun rises every morning bringing golden rays of softly that illuminate the world around us. It provides life to objects that surround us everywhere. The deep kelvin needles of a pine, the crystal blue sky, or even the rich black surface of pavement all owe their color to the trillions of tiny rays that pour conquer from the sun everyday. Many people go about their everyday lives without even looking at the world around them. Everyday people take for apt(p) what they are able to see. People dont think about what it would be like if they woke up nonpareil morning and the sunrise wasnt there. What would it be like if all the light from the world was taken away and all that was left was cold lonely darkness? Most people couldnt fare this question, but I can.When I was in ninth grade, my top concerns in life were things like whom I was going to ask to the dance, maki ng the varsity wrestle team, and hanging out with my buds. I had no real conception of the world around me, except that I was in it. From the foster I woke up until the second I went to sleep, I took everything I saw as a given routine. My mothers emerald green eyes, a fresh red apple, and even the conspicuous sparkle of Nikki Melouskys braces were some the little things I took for granted every time I saw them. On a chilly January day, one wrestling practice would change my life.The ground was blanketed with a thick sheet of white snow, and it was so cold your fingers went numb after five seconds in the chilly air. I was at wrestling practice and everything was running as usual, except we were sweating bullets. See, the object of a wrestling practice is to sweat weight off, and thats difficult to do when it is below zero outside. My coachs solution was to make it hot ninety-nine degrees hot When its that hot, you sweat so ofttimes it makes a puddle. This puddle of sweat would o pen the window that let me see our world in a different light or, better yet, no light at all.I was a hard worker, but my friend Devon liked to push my buttons when we wrestled.