Personal Narrative: My First Day At The Boston Marathon

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It was my first day working in the Kens Foods purchasing department, merely fifteen years old, surrounded by a bustling and complex environment, stationed approximately forty minutes or thirty two miles from Boylston Street in Boston Massachusetts. I was sitting in one of the white chairs in my new bosses fluorescent lit office, surrounded by a sea of papers, when a new co-worker of whose name I was unsure of at the time rushes around the corner alerting my boss to quickly pull up the internet because the Boston Marathon had been bombed. My mind was not even racing because I did not know how to digest this information. I was too young to remember 9/11, but all I knew at this moment was that the horrors of the world you hoped you would never…show more content…
When my new, unknown coworker stunned us with the news of the bombing, No one had tried to shield me from the tragedy or cover up how severe the situation was, they were blunt with me, even though I thought I was still considered a child. In that moment I knew that the rest of the world now saw me as an adult, and that I was now expected to form my own opinions of the world and handle the realities of the world, even though it struck much sooner than I thought it would. When I walked in on my first day, I knew that it was going to be my first day of the real world and I was going to have to emit a professional demeanor and perform the tasks assigned to me, as any other job would expect. I realized more than ever that when the people around you take you seriously and respect you, you have to do the same for yourself. Everyone giving me the confidence that they viewed me as an adult made me realize that I was going to have to face tragedies in the world, like the Boston Bombing, and I felt confident that I had enough values and knowledge instilled in myself to be able to face the world as an

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