Personal Narrative-The Streets In The Lower East Side
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The streets in the Lower East Side are always crowded, full with people of all different cultures. People were dressed in many ways, expressing who they really are. As I was sitting in Essex Street train station waiting in the hot weather for the train, I notice something that caught my attention; it was a tall guy with a beard wearing a white backwards button down shirt. Before taking this picture I noticed how confused and distracted the guy looked. He was walking really slowly from left to right, from right to left. I was indeed curious which made me question what was going on and why was he reacting like that. As soon as I started looking closely I notice he had two different shoes on. I was amazed he didn’t notice, not only that but how…show more content… I saw people getting mad, their faces full of tension. One of the ladies had their eyebrows so arched looked ready to explode. It scared me a bit and I tried not to make eye contact. I kept walking with a smile in my face and eager to know what was going on with the guy. All I could think about was the guy that caught my attention. As I got closer , I walked to go back it was like in one way I was getting pulled closed , and the other way I was getting pulled back to return what I was normally doing . I felt sympathy; I felt all these types of emotions that I don’t usually feel in the normal basis. I was walking directly towards to him; if I wouldn’t turned when walking I would have bumped right in front of him. I was so nervous standing right in front of him, my hands were sweating at any moment I felt like I was going to throw up and run away . I wasn’t used to walking up to strangers, it was something out of comfort zone, but I knew something was up and the guy looked like he needed help. It always triggered me to help somebody when I see them