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Personal Narrative: Dealing With Death
As one can see the personal losses I have chosen, do not deal with death. This is due to the fact that I have not been expose to any death that I have had a personal connection with. In all three cases, I have coped fairly well, at the same time it was not an overnight process. It has been a personal journey to overcome my situation, I did not let these events beat me. I believe this made me into the person I am now. There is not one thing or person that helped me cope with these events. It was a collection of people that helped me, along with being mentally strong. My family is not the closest family, but when someone is hurting: physically, mentally, emotionally we unite and band together to support the person hurting through their crisis.
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