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I think I really speak from the soul in this particular piece of mine.
Arriving home one night at four in the morning, I found myself locked outside of my house but inside my garage. This particular night, although I had entered the garage using a door code, I turned the doorknob to the inside of the house and found the door locked. As this was the usual state of the locking mechanism, I wasn’t worried. However, after fumbling in the dark under the shoe rack for over a minute, I came to the conclusion that because the door was locked and the key was missing, I needed to deviate from my usual routine. I sat down on the cold concrete and vividly recalled past memories of when I had been in this same situation. When I was in middle school, I would gently remove the metal plate in front of the cat door, stick my arm through the hole, and reach blindly for the knob in the hopes of reaching the handle from the inside. Unfortunately, after getting only as far as my upper bicep, I realized that at my current state of 6’2” and 210 pounds, my flexibility and muscularity had moved in opposite directions. I then considered climbing into the backyard over the side gate to attempt entry through the backdoor. However, relying upon the critical thinking and analytical skills I had developed in college, I balanced the low percentage of the back door being unlocked and the probability that a neighbor might call the police on me and decided against this plan of action. Changing tactics, I called upon my support system of friends to encourage me through these trying times. My tenure in research informed me that as one increases the number of samples or subjects, the closer to truth one reaches. As such, I called numerous friends in order to take an average of their solutions to this problem. The advice they gave me was universally applicable, and not only specific to situations where one is locked out from shelter. Further, my friends were able to provide me with the moral support I needed. Their advice summed to the following: find something warm to sleep on until morning. Making the best of a tragic situation, I grabbed a dusty blanket that hadn’t been used in almost a decade. My parents found me on a pile of dirty laundry the next morning. As I learned through this trial and tribulation of mine, time heals all wounds.
Arriving home one night at four in the morning, I found myself locked outside of my house but inside my garage. This particular night, although I had entered the garage using a door code, I turned the doorknob to the inside of the house and found the door locked. As this was the usual state of the locking mechanism, I wasn’t worried. However, after fumbling in the dark under the shoe rack for over a minute, I came to the conclusion that because the door was locked and the key was missing, I needed to deviate from my usual routine. I sat down on the cold concrete and vividly recalled past memories of when I had been in this same situation. When I was in middle school, I would gently remove the metal plate in front of the cat door, stick my arm through the hole, and reach blindly for the knob in the hopes of reaching the handle from the inside. Unfortunately, after getting only as far as my upper bicep, I realized that at my current state of 6’2” and 210 pounds, my flexibility and muscularity had moved in opposite directions. I then considered climbing into the backyard over the side gate to attempt entry through the backdoor. However, relying upon the critical thinking and analytical skills I had developed in college, I balanced the low percentage of the back door being unlocked and the probability that a neighbor might call the police on me and decided against this plan of action. Changing tactics, I called upon my support system of friends to encourage me through these trying times. My tenure in research informed me that as one increases the number of samples or subjects, the closer to truth one reaches. As such, I called numerous friends in order to take an average of their solutions to this problem. The advice they gave me was universally applicable, and not only specific to situations where one is locked out from shelter. Further, my friends were able to provide me with the moral support I needed. Their advice summed to the following: find something warm to sleep on until morning. Making the best of a tragic situation, I grabbed a dusty blanket that hadn’t been used in almost a decade. My parents found me on a pile of dirty laundry the next morning. As I learned through this trial and tribulation of mine, time heals all wounds.
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