Free Essays on Critial Thinking

I never really knew what it was like to appreciate other people or be different in a sense from other people. I was kind of apprehensive when it came to hanging out with people who were different than me. Whether it was physically or mentally. This of course was around the age of 17, when I was under the impression to be cool and in the â€Å"in-crowd† you had to hang amongst people normal like me. But who’s to say I was normal? I guess I just decided that if I was not deformed physically or had some sort of mental problems than I was considered normal. Well wouldn’t you consider yourself normal too? I remember the times where I was cruel to people less fortunate than myself. I know there was this one instance in high school, where this kid called George was rather diminutive. He also had some sort of social problem, maybe mental. But I am not a doctor to diagnose this. The point is that I would poke fun at the kid or simply bother him because he was different. I didn’t feel he was normal. Back then I had no remorse for my actions, although now after my learning experience I can say I felt bad for what I have done in the past. Not only to him but also to anyone I might have bumped paths along my childhood whom I did not consider normal. I can attribute my transformation of my old beliefs to my current beliefs to a close friend whom I grew up with during our childhood. Her name is Delilah. One day Delilah asked me to come and work with her at a camp near her home in Monticello, New York since she had moved from Queens over four years ago. I didn’t really know what it was all about but I figured what the heck, if nothing else I would at least get a few community service hours out of it for my high school’s Christian service program. Of course I always had to find some sort of personal gain out of things. I could never do something of this nature voluntarily. I guess it was not in me at the time. Nevertheless I agreed. When I w... Free Essays on Critial Thinking Free Essays on Critial Thinking I never really knew what it was like to appreciate other people or be different in a sense from other people. I was kind of apprehensive when it came to hanging out with people who were different than me. Whether it was physically or mentally. This of course was around the age of 17, when I was under the impression to be cool and in the â€Å"in-crowd† you had to hang amongst people normal like me. But who’s to say I was normal? I guess I just decided that if I was not deformed physically or had some sort of mental problems than I was considered normal. Well wouldn’t you consider yourself normal too? I remember the times where I was cruel to people less fortunate than myself. I know there was this one instance in high school, where this kid called George was rather diminutive. He also had some sort of social problem, maybe mental. But I am not a doctor to diagnose this. The point is that I would poke fun at the kid or simply bother him because he was different. I didn’t feel he was normal. Back then I had no remorse for my actions, although now after my learning experience I can say I felt bad for what I have done in the past. Not only to him but also to anyone I might have bumped paths along my childhood whom I did not consider normal. I can attribute my transformation of my old beliefs to my current beliefs to a close friend whom I grew up with during our childhood. Her name is Delilah. One day Delilah asked me to come and work with her at a camp near her home in Monticello, New York since she had moved from Queens over four years ago. I didn’t really know what it was all about but I figured what the heck, if nothing else I would at least get a few community service hours out of it for my high school’s Christian service program. Of course I always had to find some sort of personal gain out of things. I could never do something of this nature voluntarily. I guess it was not in me at the time. Nevertheless I agreed. When I w...