I was lucky. Lucky to have a loving family, lucky to always have food on the table and grow up in such a great town. In return I feel I owe nothing less than my full service in protecting and preserving the source from which I came. I have a dedication to serve.
In my free-write version of this piece I had one additional paragraph that followed the annotated passage seen to the left. This original ending was a small paragraph that talked about my life now at Boston College and how I incorporate my motivations from my hometown and family into everyday life. This paragraph seems like it would be an effective way to wrap up the piece, but it was instead a dry, forced conclusion. I attempted numerous times to revamp this final section on BC into something that could successfully close the piece, but each time I failed. The issue I was running into was that I couldn't maintain the level of emotion I had in previous paragraphs. The previous paragraphs, at least in my mind, are chalk full of meaning, with discussion of my hometown, childhood, and the people I'm closest to. Nothing I wrote after this can really stack up to these things in terms of meaning. As a result, each time I attempted to write this BC conclusion, it was a disappointment to me because it wasn't on the same level of importance as what came before it. This isn't to say that what I'm doing now at Boston College isn't important, but we tend to assign more meaning to our past than to our present. We are more nostalgic towards the days of old. Boston College is my present; this was a piece meant to remain in the past.