Narrative Essay on How I Learned Not To Do Everything On My Own

On September 29, 1994, I discovered I could not do everything alone. It all began that crisp fall morning when I awoke at 5:00 AM from a long night's sleep. As I crawled out from under the warm blankets, the cold air hit my warm face like a snowball.
As a single parent of a five-year old daughter at the time, my mornings always unfolded with the hustle and bustle of preparing for our day at school and work. With so many tasks to complete before my daughter awoke, I quickly darted to the bathroom to take a hot shower in hopes that the hot water would warm my body. As I emerged out of th…