Please review this passage from my PS
Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 5:14 pm
Below is only part of my PS. I still have to tie in how this experience has altered my path in creating a desire to become a lawyer, etc, etc... but please review what I have so far and tell me if I am on the right path. I was thinking my introduction will talk a little about who I am and how experiences in our life define us as individuals. For my conclusion i was thinking about explaining how this experience and the intense therapy that followed has giving me the tools necessary and the desire to go into law in order to help others get a second chance at life...
“He’s dead, Jacob is dead,” I heard a close friend of mine screaming from the living room of Jacobs’s apartment. Time stops in moments like these. Most people panic, scream, run, are confused, or flee. It was only a matter of seconds before I was standing over my friend that we would later learn was suffering from a deadly combination of drugs in his system. It is moments such as these that define our true character. Each experience possesses a unique opportunity. With each opportunity our character, our personality, and perseverance further develops away from the abstract, defining who we are as individuals.
As Jacob laid there fighting for his life, I listened, trying not to panic, as the emergency dispatcher gave me directions. “Help is on the way,” she kept screaming as panic in the room grew loaded and loader with each essential second. I knelt beside him doing everything the dispatcher told me to do. I remember vividly the moment his eyes began to close. Eyes once full with the light of life, where barely lit. I began screaming at him, holding back tears and trying to stay poised, I dug my fist into his sternum and ground as hard as I could, his eyes opened instantly. The paramedics would eventually arrive with the proper equipment to sustain Jacob’s live and transport him to UCLA Medical Center where he would get another chance at life.
“He’s dead, Jacob is dead,” I heard a close friend of mine screaming from the living room of Jacobs’s apartment. Time stops in moments like these. Most people panic, scream, run, are confused, or flee. It was only a matter of seconds before I was standing over my friend that we would later learn was suffering from a deadly combination of drugs in his system. It is moments such as these that define our true character. Each experience possesses a unique opportunity. With each opportunity our character, our personality, and perseverance further develops away from the abstract, defining who we are as individuals.
As Jacob laid there fighting for his life, I listened, trying not to panic, as the emergency dispatcher gave me directions. “Help is on the way,” she kept screaming as panic in the room grew loaded and loader with each essential second. I knelt beside him doing everything the dispatcher told me to do. I remember vividly the moment his eyes began to close. Eyes once full with the light of life, where barely lit. I began screaming at him, holding back tears and trying to stay poised, I dug my fist into his sternum and ground as hard as I could, his eyes opened instantly. The paramedics would eventually arrive with the proper equipment to sustain Jacob’s live and transport him to UCLA Medical Center where he would get another chance at life.