EL narrative essay notes 2024{ff}

Writeabout astranger wholeft adeepandlastingimpressiononyoubecauseof hisorher actions.Hecame, hesaw, hehelped. Then, heleft without eventellingushisname. Tothisday, I stillremember hisfaceandmannerismvividly. HowcouldI ever forget himandthekindnessheshowedus?It wasduringtheMarchholidaysandmymother andI wereonour waytoMalaysiatovisitmyaunt. Wewereinhighspiritsandthemoodwasset for anenjoyableday. Unfortunately,halfwaythroughour roadtrip, oneof our car tyreswaspuncturedinthemiddleof thehighway. Asmymother didnot knowhowtochangeacar tyre, wehadnochoicebut toseekhelp. For almost anhour, wewavedat everypassingvehiclebut noonesloweddown, muchlessstopped. Asif thesituationcouldnot get anyworse, theweather changedsuddenly.Thunder rumbledandlightningcrackedopentheashensky. Darkominouscloudsgatheredoverheadasrainthreatenedtofall.“Whereareall thehelpful people! I can’t imaginebeingstrandedherefor hours!” I begantowhine.Just then, ascreechof brakeswasheard.Abatteredoldtruckstoppedafewcentimetresaheadof meandout cameatoweringmanwithbroadmuscular shouldersandstrongheavily-tattooedarms. Hisweather-beatenskinwasascoarseasanalligator’sandhehadapock-markedfacethat lookedlikeapimpleplantation. Hiseyesweresotinythat theywerealmost non-existent andhisbulbousnosehadtheshapeof alargegarlicclove. Toput it plainly, hewasuglyandformidablelooking.“Doyouneedhelp?” theintimidatingstranger askedinagruff voice.Anirrational fear overwhelmedme, causingmyheart topalpitatesofast that it might justleapout of mymouth. Instinctively, I movedbehindmymother for protection.“Ermh…yesplease. Our tyreispunctured,” mymother mutteredhesitatinglyafter whatseemedlikeeternity.Without aword, thestranger walkedbacktohisbeat-uptruckandtookout atoolbox. Takingthesparetyrefrommymother, heflashedusanenigmaticsmileandstartedwork. Westoodnear himuneasily, half thankful andhalf suspiciousof hismotives.Minutespassedandagentledrizzlebegantodrift downfromthedarkenedsky. Heat wasinstantlyradiatedfromthegroundasthelight drizzlecooledthesurroundings. Mymotherimmediatelytoldmetoget intothecar whileshetookanumbrellatoplaceover thestrangertoprevent himfromgettingwet. However, astheraingot heavier, mymother alsocameintothecar at thestranger’sbidding.“It’sokay. There’snopoint inyoustandinghereandgettingwet too,” hesaid, hiscoarsevoicemuffledbythepeltingrain.For thenext tenminutesor so, wesat silentlyinthecar andwatchedthegoodSamaritanfixour tyre. Hewasfocusedonthetaskeventhoughthewindhadgrabbedtheumbrellaandhewasdrenchedtotheskin.Whenhewasfinallydone, hesimplyknockedonthecar windowandsaidcasually, “Your carisgoodtogo.”Beforewecouldutter awordof thanks, heturnedaroundandhoppedintohistruck. Thenheleft asquicklyashecame. Just likethat.

Thismysteriousmanhasleft adeepandlastingimpressiononmebecausehehastaughtmetwovaluablelifelessons. Firstly, hehastaught menot tojudgeabookbyitscover.WhenI first sawhim, I instantlyassociatedhimwithcriminals. Nevertheless, heturnedout tobethekindest personI haveever met. Thankstohim, I n