Free Essay On My Watershed Moment

I remember vividly that it was on a Tuesday evening. I was walking slowly from McDonalds. I had gone there to buy some takeaway food since I had no shopping in my apartment. That day was graceful as all I remember is that I was lost in my thoughts. People seemed to pave way for me as if I had headlights that announced my arrival.
The sunset was a nice view to look at. I opted to perch on one of the fences along a pathway that was used by very few people. I was broke, a fact that almost rendered me paranoid. Whilst listening to music from my iPod, I found myself picking the chips one by one to my mouth. Soon I was eating slowly without caring about what passers-by could conclude about me. Actually I never cared because up to this time, the majority who had been close to me did little to make me better.
Many a time’s people could steal a few glances at me and walk away. Some walked hurriedly while others walked at a regular pace. Those who were walking with their loved ones walked holding their hands together as they laughed on some silly joke. So everyone was happy except me! I thought loudly. I still consoled myself that each person has a problem, only that the magnitude differs from one individual to another.
Suddenly, a middle aged man probably in his late thirties stopped and came up to where I was sited. He insisted having a warm handshake that I returned warmly. He also sat by my side and a conversation started out of nowhere. He asked me a lot about my town seeking clarifications here and there whilst listening attentively. Later on, I came to discover that the man was a stranger in town.
After a lengthy talk, he asked me whether I smoke but I told him I don’t. I offered to show him around since there was a nearby shop that he could buy a couple of sticks from. “This is my last money young man,” he said as he gave out ten dollars. This made a lot of questions surge through my mind. I felt some degree of alarm but remained silent. After some soul searching, I developed a feeling that this man was in need of my help. But how could I help him yet I was going through hell? May I should keep going then. That’s what I told myself.
We were strolling when the man, now livelier than before broke the silence, “I have around for six hours now. This town seems to have very unfriendly people that one feels like a real foreigner. I came here with my friends, seven in total. The main reason for our visit was to camp around this place so that we could have a good time. Now a stupid friend of mine was somewhat intoxicated with some drugs. I stopped by to get some smokes only to see the guy speed off. He left me with nothing except 20 dollars in my pocket. My mobile phone, my wallet, and everything are in the bag in that vehicle. That’s why I am here right now, no brother, no sister, nobody, except a friendly stranger- you.” He punctuated the last sentence with a naughty smile.
For the first moment I remained speechless that it was noticeable. He continued saying that he was a good man and all he needed was a place to shelter before he traced where his friends were. He continued saying, “my friend is a perfect example of what drugs can do to a man.” I came to learn later that they were heading for the Great Basin national Park. Quite a dangerous place if one is alone. I let the man follow me to my apartment where I lived alone. Initially, I used to share that house with my brother but upon marriage, he headed for Massachusetts with his newly wed wife leaving me alone.
My brother was very supportive but the previous month wasn’t good for him. He lost his job and this impacted on me too. Being a younger brother had rendered me quite lazy because I was used to receiving rather than finding things on my own.
I let the man know more about me. Actually there was not much to know so he knew everything. He was aware that I was living at a very bad state. He was informed that I had taken a diploma in film studies and a certificate in music production. According to him, I was the one to blame for my poverty. We scanned through my laptop. I had a couple of design and music software! This really intrigued him so much that he showed some interest in me. He asked me a few questions regarding a number of processes and I was in a position of answering them all. I thought he was asking because he wanted to know only to discover later that he actually testing my knowledge and acquaintance.
I asked to know about him but he declined begging me to let him sleep as tomorrow was a long day and he could let me know more about him, on waking up, we had a lengthy talk. He had some money with which we bought breakfast. I came to learn later that the man worked with a big production house in Los Angeles. All this time I was very attentive because this was one person living my dream. What awakened me from the shock is when he said that he was very willing to introduce me to the industry since I had shown him hospitality.
This got me thinking. I remember calling my brother asking him to send me money enough to purchase two air tickets to Los Angeles. The man really appreciated this move. He assisted me pack some of my clothes and a few treasuries
I could not believe my eyes when we reached the man’s compound. He was living in a big mansion with his family. He showed me a room where I could spend before I was able to support myself. He had another small room in his house which he termed as his ‘small studio.’ That is where my apprenticeship began.