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My First Day In Life

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The day had finally come when the Shaker Music Group would perform for the very first time, and nothing could have prepared me for Marjorie Doyle Rockwell Center. I was wandering aimlessly. Meanwhile, everyone around me was walking straight, determined to reach their goal. However, I had no goal. I didn’t know what to do. As early as in elementary school, friends and relatives would ask “What do you want to be when you grow up” and I would hesitantly answer “I’m still trying to figure it out”. As a volunteer at the hospital, I was assigned to do minimal tasks such as refilling the patient’s water jug or organizing the linen closet. I had always been fascinated by the medical field, but was never able to pinpoint what I wanted to do. On the first day, I nervously walked into the hospital, going through all the tasks I had to do in my head. Then, when I walked into my first patient’s room, all the butterflies in my stomach flew away, leaving me with pure joy. As I poured the fresh water into the jug, the patient and I had great conversations. Just greeting the patient as I walked through the doors made me excited and look forward to get to know the person. Room after room, I walked in, cheerfully greeting each and every person. Though some conversations were simple, it was still enough for me to feel a connection between me and the patient. Week after week, I formed a tighter and tighter bond with my love for helping others and getting to know them. After a few weeks of

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