Personal Narrative: Why I Loved To Help People

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For as long as I can recall, I have loved to help people. It seems that I have always possessed a certain affinity for aiding those in need. Throughout my childhood, I would seek out those suffering both physically and emotionally. I was the girl on the playground who was always making sure that no one got injured and everyone was included. As I got older, I became the friend that people would look to for a shoulder to lean on or for guidance. Later at the age of fifteen, a friend, whom I had known since the first grade, approached me with a crisis. She was grappling with something that had happened to her on a family vacation; a family friend had tried to take advantage of her while she was incapacitated. My advice was for her to inform her