Jennifer Filters-Personal Narrative

Jennifer Walters has always seen herself as an intellectual. As a lawyer, it's her job to act rationally and in the name of justice. Thought over emotion, action over intuition— that's just who she is. That was before everything came crashing down. Now she is just so angry. She wants to throw her rationality out the window. Her fingers have a death grip on a small piece of paper, that was found three weeks ago in a smashed bouquet. The vase of flowers had been carefully seat-belted into the passenger side of a rose gold Kia. The now smudged off-white square holds her best friend's handwriting and the simple words: “Jen, You are going to make the best Aunt. Surprise.” Jen’s hand was shaking. The police report called it an accident. Of course …show more content…
She takes a few steadying breaths, pushing the pain down, back into the little compartment she keeps it stored in. Then, she folds the card back on itself and looks up to the ornate church before her. Loss has made her return to the place she abandoned in her teenage years— to a faith written off as a fantasy. She pulls open the heavy oak doors and can just make out the deep, steady voice of the priest giving the Sunday afternoon mass. The church is nearly empty, and the more pious in the neighborhood choose the early morning, she assumes. As she enters the nave, the priest inclines his head to her, but his words remain unbroken. He is wreathed by the lights of the cathedral, glowing. He has almost an angelic quality behind the pulpit, a look of placid determination on his face. “We are all souls searching for experiences” He continues, as she takes her seat. She soon realizes the priest is reciting the lecture from the heart. She doesn't know how common that is, but his passion flows forth from him in every word. He is in his element, this is his house and his domain and while the parishioners might be few, those who listen are rapt, and soon Jen is

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