Personal Narrative 

From a very young age, my family and friends have considered me a very mature person for my age. I have always made decisions on my own because my parents have given me a lot of freedom and they trust in my decisions. Decisions such as university, concentration or discipline to study, places to find work and other things were decisions taken with great caution and made by me. Because of that, I consider that I have made good decisions in my life except for one.

I have played basketball since I can remember and the person who led me to that sport was my grandfather. In his house there has always been a basketball board, a basketball court made by him, located in the back of the house and next to the back exit of the house. One day someone left the gate of the house open and you could clearly see that my brother and I were playing basketball. When out of nowhere, a group of young people with a strange accent appeared and asked if they could play with us.

We played basketball with them for about twenty minutes, they asked us to take a picture with them, we took the picture and they left. When they were leaving, I noticed that their shirts carried Christian messages. Everything happened so fast that I understood that nothing bad happened until I told my grandparents. The scolding that my grandparents gave me for having let strangers into the house was unforgettable but that was not the worst part, they wanted to know who the young people were and why they took the picture with us. I could only tell my grandparents that they were young and that their shirts had messages from the church. My grandparents started talking to the neighbours and someone tell who those people were. The youth were part of a missionary group of a church that was visiting the community.

The mystery of the photo was discovered after several days, after some brochures of a church had been distributed in the community. The brochures were a campaign to raise money made by a missionary group that was dedicated to visiting poor families and helping them. In one of those photos was me, super sweaty and dirty because of my little basketball game with the young foreigners. On the other hand, many of the people or children that appeared in the photos were part of my neighbourhood and that's when the real controversy began. The place where I live is not a poor place as the brochure said and the people who came out in the photos did not need help or anything like that. After that experience, I knew that there are people in the world who manipulate things in their own way to obtain money and that I should not trust any stranger who seems friendly.