So I just found out...

[MarkL444]

why did you post this [censored] if youre not stressed. i only want to read this dumb crap if youre about to kill yourself from stress.

[man]

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why did you post this [censored] if youre not stressed. i only want to read this dumb crap if youre about to kill yourself from stress.

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these are my thoughts as well. in fact I don't even understand what your question is if you're not stressed about it. because if you're not stressed you clearly already know the answer. le sigh!

Here's the Rough Draft, Feedback Welcome:

sorry about the formatting if you actually try to read this

“My life is going to change today.” When waking up in the morning, this type of thought does not generally wander into someone’s mind very often. I can say for myself that I have never woken up with this type of thought in my mind. Nevertheless, our lives do often change dramatically over the span of just one day. Life-changing experiences always have a way of finding us, and they often seem to find us in the most unusual places and at the most unexpected times. Most people assume, however, that they will only experience these life-changing events in the “expected” places such as churches, mosques, and synagogues.
Of all the places to experience a life-changing event, a sweltering, crowded bus in downtown San Francisco would have to be one of the least expected. It was a bright, sunny day in the middle of July and the heat was absolutely unbearable. As I walked onto the bus, I looked for the nearest open seat and sat down immediately. Directly across the aisle from me, a middle-aged man sat down next to a small, old woman. The man seemed to be exhausted: his shoulders were slouched, his eyes were half closed, and he walked extremely slowly for a man his age. Strangely enough, however, a vibrant, optimistic smile seemed permanently imprinted on the man’s face, which contrasted quite sharply with the irritated, grumpy expressions on most of the other riders’ faces.
While the elderly woman was moving her cane and purse to make room for the man, a quarter fell out of her pocket and onto the floor. The coin rolled around for a few seconds and then came to a stop directly beneath the woman’s seat. After the woman realized that she would not be able to reach the quarter, she shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “Oh well.” The man who had sat down next to her, however, took much more interest in the quarter. When he heard the small clink from the coin hitting the floor, the man’s head immediately jerked toward the sound. He watched intently—leaning forward to get a better view—as the quarter circled back underneath the woman’s seat. When the quarter finally stopped rolling, the man leaned even farther forward in his seat and slowly stretched his right arm under the seat in the direction of the quarter. Even after completely extending his arm, however, the man was still unable to reach the quarter.
The woman, after watching the man’s attempt to grab the coin, offered him her cane so that he could hopefully reach the quarter. Sure enough, the man leaned forward once again and got the quarter immediately. With all of the effort that the man had put into getting the quarter, I assumed that he was planning to pocket the coin right away. After grabbing the quarter, however, the man promptly held it out to the woman while saying, “I believe this is yours, ma’am.” The woman nodded, and then said in reply, “Yes, it’s mine. But it would have been lost if it wasn’t for you. Go ahead. Keep it.” The man, looking slightly shocked, put the quarter into his pocket and then said to the woman, “Thank you. God bless your heart.”
After a few more minutes of quiet conversation with the woman, the man got up to exit the bus. Just before getting off, however, the man turned around and said with an even bigger and brighter smile, “I told myself this morning, ‘My life is going to change today.’” As the man left, I could do nothing but sit there, speechless and motionless. One quarter had made all the difference in the world for that man. But then again, it wasn’t even the quarter that had made the difference. It was his own attitude…(need to work on the conclusion)

[bdmcgraw]

definitely work on the conclusion..your writing is good but as of this point you dont actually discuss how this has changed you, u just describe what happened

[HopeydaFish]

I vomited a little in my mouth.

Print out my post. Put it in a self addressed stamped envelope, and send it it along with your essay.

Rest assured you'll get it back in a few months.

[RJT]

But then again, it wasn’t the quarter that had made the difference. It was the brief encounter with a stranger. (or something to that affect)

I think of this when I read your essay:

It was what John Lennon spoke of in his song “Beautiful Boy”: Life is what happens to you, while you’re busy making other plans.

But then I am a big John Lennon fan.

Quit writing in passive voice.

Thx, I could only find one, switched it to: "the man immediately jerked his head toward the sound"

were there any others you saw?

plz post a photo of your degree before you attempt to give our child prodigy advice. he can't be getting advice from bums writing from public library computers, now.