Write about a time when you felt successful. What did you do? How did you feel afterward?
Note: Write it for about 150 words and present it in a creative manner. You can draw pictures as well.
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There are many times in almost everyone’s life in which they feel really successful. At that time they are actually really proud of themselves. They feel like they are the best and like are really really proud of themselves. This is good, being proud of yourself actually increases your confidence and specially when everyone sees like you did it and then they start to cheer you up every single time you do it. It’s just a fact which I have observed in my personal life. There are not many things in which I was successful but in this thing I was really really proud of myself as I wasn’t expecting that from myself. Always since I was a baby I like sports and stuff. I used to get into teams be the captain of the teams and that is where I used to loose my confidence. There is a event called sports day in which you have to run in front of the whole school. These are normal races and you get medals or trophies as a prize. When I was six years old basically when I was in year one of my school age this event happened and somehow I came first I don’t know exactly how but yeah I did. I got trophy as a prize from my school. Then there is this girl who practised and got even faster than me and then I started to come second every single year. I was really upset. When I came to year six This event happened again, but this it was not only in front of my school but the other branches of the same school as well were watching us as we were now old enough. we went to a ground named NCC. It is mainly used for running as it has running tracks made on it. I had to believe in myself this time cause this not only my school was watching but the other school branches were also watching. First of all I had this hurdle race which was I reckon sixty metres long. I tried my best and I finally succeeded after like four years. At that time I was like so proud of myself that I have never felt that proud in my whole life. Then there was this race called hundred metre race. I was so exhausted that I felt like I would definitely not win this one but I don’t know how I won that one as well. Then the last race came out which was two hundred metre race. I thought this one was the one I was I was gonna loose cause i was winning every single game and like stuff so my running track was somehow like really different so they put like on the second last one which was like even far and there were six more student Ahead of me. I put all my energy on this but there was no way I could see that I was gonna win but I have no idea how I did that but I won that race as well. I won all the three races. Then in the prize ceremony They called me up and gave me my gold medals that I achieved. Then this bit was totally not expected Suddenly out of no where they call out my for the best athlete in girls for grade six and seven out of all the branches of my school. Not to mention there were nine of them there. This was like the best thing that ever happened to me. I was so proud, my parents and my teachers were so proud of me. I always feel like that the time should be stopped and I could go back in that ceremony and then the time would never ever start again. That ceremony was the happiest day of my life.
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Yes, many times in my life I felt sad and depressed. I felt as if the world would end and I won't be able to continue any longer. At such times, something happens to change your mood and you feel alive again. Once when I had lost my favourite uncle, in the bomb blast. I felt very dejected. I wanted to die with him and was so upset that I would sit and cry for hours. Then one day as I was sitting in the balcony and thinking about my uncle, I saw a girl on a wheel chair trying to move around on the road all by herself. She was having difficulty but she was trying hard. She was begging money. I quickly took some money from my mom and went down. I liked the girl, she was neat and tidy and looked very innocent. I asked her why she was begging. She told me she belonged to a good family, but she had lost everyone in the bomb blast. She also lost her right leg and was now confined to a wheel chair. She was rescued by a poor lady who took good care of her. But now that lady was ill and there was no money to buy medicines so she was begging. I could see that even after so many hardships the girl was not dejected but had compromised with life. I felt ashamed at myself and decided to start living again. But first I wanted to help the girl and with my parents help, I gave the girl a better life.