Personal Narrative: A Florida Panther

The year is two thousand fifteen and the world is full of selfish, condescending, and rude people who are willing to step all over each other in an attempt to gain any sort of advantage. It was an autumn day as I wandered through the quite and simplistic forests of my hometown. The farther I journeyed, the more ominous the sky grew until I engulfed in almost complete darkness. Suddenly, I felt an urge to turn back when I was startled by a Florida panther. At first I was extremely surprised at his appearance, as panthers are nearly extinct, but as time passed I grew accustomed to his presence and him to mine. Not only did the panther mirror my movements but also began to illustrate something in a patch of uncovered ground. The panther conveyed

He offered me his services as a guide which I graciously accepted. Then, walking through a narrow entrance in the side of a hill that sloped inwards towards the ground, we began our journey of epic proportions. As we descended further and further into the unknown we came across a large clearing surrounded by. There was a very pungent odor in the air and as we entered the clearing we discovered the source of the smell. It was a lurid scene, filled with chaos and a mixture of poignant smells enough to drive any human insane. The smell was a combination of beer, gasoline, burning gun powder, and the aqueous smell one encounters when approaching a body of water, no matter the size. A man bustled about the clearing dazed and clearly under extreme duress. As I attempted to reach out to get the poor soul’s attention, Daniel informed me of ‘their trickery’ in recounting their

He was chained to a bench in what appeared to be a shower that only used boiling acid. For every drop that touched him would alter from financial advisor, to common crook, and finally to tyrannical business owner. Each alteration would seem more painful than the last, sending his body into constant spasms while he continuously wailed for relief. Daniel slowed the speed of the shower and I cautiously neared the man. He greeted me as though he was of higher society, enunciating his words rather eloquently as he attempted to hold his frail figure up right and proud. He introduced himself as Bernard Madoff and as he spoke I could see his eyes flash quickly to my watch with an extreme sense of greed. He recounted his story sparing no detail but also with no attempt to hid his lack of remorse for the crimes he committed. He was a well established stock broker and financial advisor on Wall street in New York when his sense of entitlement resulted in his creation of the largest Ponzi scheme in the history of the United States. Although exact amounts, he gloated, were not known it is estimated that he stole eighteen billion dollars from thousands of people. He explained how he died in prison after surviving only a small portion of the one hundred and fifty years he was sentenced to. Furthermore, he began to