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Dealing With Beef Often, I ponder the question; "What would happen if all the experiences and knowledge I have gained, virtually the life I’ve lived, were to be applied to situations in my past?” I guess it might be somewhat perplexing to think about past ordeals in my life and brainstorm what could have happened if I considered other options before deciding the turning points of my life. There is one situation in which I have done a great deal of thinking was a vacation I took a couple of years ago. The saga begins in April of 2002. I had decided to vacation in the place where my parents were born (Dominican Republic). I planned on going that time of year, because of a carnival-type of celebration called “Las Patronales de la Santisima Cruz” near my parents home. I thought it would be a fantastic surprise to appear in front of my family and friends, especially to see the kind of face they would put on when they saw me with the car I’d rent. I imagined over and over in my head the jaw-dropping response of “Oh my God Ricardo, you are here” followed by the five general questions everybody asks when they want the whole juicy gossip. Anyway, there I was in the “patronales,” which they set it up in the softball stadium. I sat in my shiny as new 1996 Toyota Corolla, with the front logo of the car missing (making it the only detail of it being a used car) being interrogated by everyone around me like a celebrity involved in a scam. “All right everyone,” I began (rather dramatically, if i say so myself), “the deal is that now I am here and you people are here also so lets just make the most out of this special occasion by drinking a couple of beers, go to the discotec and do the same thing all over again tomorrow.” I was overwhelmingly filled with joy, excitement and those tingly emotions that you usually get from the feeling from the best decision you make in your life. Aside from all that, I felt that the fun was just starting. I still smile as I recall the night I first got to the “patronales”.
Approximate Word count = 1466
Approximate Pages = 5.9
(250 words per page double spaced)
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