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Introduction

Autobiography Life is one of the greatest blessings that the God has bestowed us. This blessing is as unique as bestowed only once. Ecstasy and grief are two focal components of life. Throughout the course of life, an individual capriciously establishes links with these states. These random links appear in form of memorable incidents. In this essay, I am going to convey a glimpse of some of my past, present and future. My earliest memories are like bottom of a rusty bucket; rusty and damp. Rusty because I do not remember them at all, but damp because I do recall some incidents clear enough to explain. I remember death of my grandfather when I was only four years old. Perhaps the moments of bereavement become irremovable part of a person's memories. It is like iron in a damp condition corrodes and rust becomes eternal. Vivid images of that moment of horror that makes me go shuddered. That night I cannot forget even if I want to. I will always remember one particular day for all the wrong reasons. It was the evening, my family had all gathered round to hear the wonderful stories my Grandfather would always tell us about his childhood. ...read more.

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I ran out of the house in a fog of disbelief. I remember running to my favourite place, the garden, trying to clear the voice of my mother from my mind. I then imagined that she told me everything was fine, I nearly began to believe a lie; a lie that I pleaded would be true. My arms became all weak and heavy as I began to tense. I sat for what felt like hours listening to the cold wind dangling the trees. I desperately listened to the ghostly echo of the swinging tree in an attempt to forget the truth. I know they've made a mistake. He's probably at home fast asleep. He can't be dead. He's too young to die. Millions of thoughts kept rushing into my mind. I couldn't stop them. I looked up at the sky, it was unseasonably dull. Grey clouds seemed to cover the sky for miles, but from the corner of my eye I glimpsed a solitary ray of light. A smile appeared on my face as I imagined it was my Grandfather making his way to heaven. ...read more.

Conclusion

There are many religions and every religion directs to the right path. It is up to human beings that they research and follow what they consider the best and the one that wisdom validates. An optimistic person has positive thinking. He/she feels relieved by helping the mankind. From the advices of my elders and after studying the environment in which I have been brought up, I consider my ambitions to include sacrificing. Broadly speaking, I have decided for myself to devote the life for others. I have decided to become a doctor that I consider is the best way to portray my sympathy for people. I am also aware of the competition and high requirements for admissions in the universities. I am confident that, with the help of God and my hard work, I will achieve my target. In conclusion, this essay has enabled me to think carefully and reflect on my life too date. I have achieved a great deal. As I get older, I feel I am becoming more mature and I am becoming more aware of the true values in life. In the very near future, I hope to become a doctor and help people. I am also determined to travel to the different parts of the world and explore its phenomenon existence. ...read more.

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