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Enter the Chamber

The room was lit up brighter than the moon on a clear night. The bright, see-through crystal lights glowed around the room and reminded me of Christmas time. It is in these illuminating lights that I try to find my own guiding light. Staring forth for hours on end, I realized that no answers will come forth without action.

As I looked about the room, I followed along the patterns beneath me. The rugs twisting and turn path below made me loose all thought and bump into the doors in front of me. The doors were as white as the blankness of a piece of paper. As lost as my thoughts were they were brought back into focus by the words "North Shore Chamber of Commerce" printed on an ugly green sign with white lettering. Its vomit coloring disturbed the natural serenity that surrounded the room, revealing a sight that was not pleasant to the eyes. Regardless, of what I thought about at that moment, my mind was made up about staying here. My fate had been decided and now I was fulfilling the promise. An important task that was thrown onto me only hours before I arrived.

I was fulfilling a promise to the North Shore Chamber of Commerce. It was September 10th, 2008. I arrived at the chamber earlier that morning as my first day as an intern for North Shore Chamber of Commerce. This idea was not my own but recommended to me by Professional Writing teacher, Perry Glasser. A professor right on time to teach me all the benefits this world may have to offer to an inspiring writer. I had no prior knowledge of what this job would entail but I knew that it would be an experience. The doors to my future were no where to be found as I could barely find the entrance to the Chambers. Feeling like a contestant on Jeopardy, I chose the right door and entered the Chambers office. With computers far more advanced that my college and software too hard for me to even begin to fathom, I knew this would be a learning experience. From behind closed doors, men in suits more expensive than a house, stepped forward to greet me.

"Welcome to North Shore Chamber of Commerce, Mr. McCannon."

As I shook the man with the dark business suit and blue tie, that somehow made a good look for him, I began to think back in my head to answer a riddle that still plagued me. What would make me less afraid of meeting new people?

And I push up against the doors, using my weight to try and move immovable walls. I could not handle whatever came to me. I wanted to run. I was overwhelmed. But the men before me had greeted me with such smiles that proved their trust in me. I was still thinking of it though. Still thinking of the question I had asked myself before. But my head would not allow me to think of the answers because of the aroma that soon began to fill the air. My senses became arose as I looked towards the back of the room. The mounds of food were overwhelming to all the senses. My eyes watered at the rainbow of food, my mouth tingling with anticipation, my nose smelling the bacon and eggs and my ears hearing the sizzling sounds of gluttony. This was to be a feast for sure. But I, unfortunately, would have no part in this giant feast as my co-workers would approach me with worried looks. Their expressions told a tale of disappointment and regret from before and I knew that it was something I just could not ignore.

"What can I do to help?" I asked.

"Well, Craig, we could use you for setting up the tables," Steve said with a grin.

They were all counting on me to get the job accomplished. It was like before when I was prepared stacks of papers to call the different addresses to inform their employers about their membership. I was unaware of how fast the time would fly here and how much there was to say and do. I was still trying to think of the answer to my nervousness. Still trying to solve an age old riddle that had plagued me throughout my life. To my surprise, Steve and Eric, my fellow co-workers, approach me with hopeful faces.

"Craig, we would like it if you could attend our meeting tomorrow at 7:00 am," declared Steve, "We expect to have every town mayor in Massachusetts, as well as Governor David Patrick himself, in attendance. We could really use your help."
Now, faced with a decision, I knew what my answer would be, seeing how I was afraid of the word no.

"Sure…I'd like to come. I'll help you out any way I can."

Now, standing out in the same hallway that I had entered, I could feel so cold inside. All feelings inside me were numb. This happens to me when…and here they come. As the people started to crowd through the doorway, I felt my heart beating up against my chest, revived by the oncoming of men and women immaculately dressed for breakfast. I made small talk with the Mayor of Lynn, I shook the hands of Governor Patrick and I even got my tie fixed by the Mayor of Beverly. I felt my mouth dry at this error, yet as I prepared to apologize, he lay his hand on my shoulder.

"You're doing fine kid. Don't worry about it. We all make mistakes."

Like the first rays of the Sun, my eyes began to light up. At last, I figured out the riddle; the one that had plagued me throughout my life and had left me in fear of meeting new people that made me hide too long in the shadows. The answer was inside me all along…we are all human. We all can make the same mistakes and regrets in life as well as put on the same pant legs when we get up in the morning to go to do the things we may be afraid of. With an imbued sense of confidence and self esteem, I learned an important lesson from my job that we all sometimes forget. As I said my goodbyes to my co-workers, I left those glass doors, leaving my old self behind. Tomorrow would truly be another day.

Description
Enter the Chamber

The room was lit up brighter than the moon on a clear night. The bright, see-through crystal lights glowed around the room and reminded me of Christmas time. It is in these illuminating lights that I try to find my own guiding light. Staring forth for hours on end, I realized that no answers will come forth without action.

As I looked about the room, I followed along the patterns beneath me. The rugs twisting and turn path below made me loose all thought and bump into the doors in front of me. The doors were as white as the blankness of a piece of paper. As lost as my thoughts were they were brought back into focus by the words "North Shore Chamber of Commerce" printed on an ugly green sign with white lettering. Its vomit coloring disturbed the natural serenity that surrounded the room, revealing a sight that was not pleasant to the eyes. Regardless, of what I thought about at that moment, my mind was made up about staying here. My fate had been decided and now I was fulfilling the promise. An important task that was thrown onto me only hours before I arrived.

I was fulfilling a promise to the North Shore Chamber of Commerce. It was September 10th, 2008. I arrived at the chamber earlier that morning as my first day as an intern for North Shore Chamber of Commerce. This idea was not my own but recommended to me by Professional Writing teacher, Perry Glasser. A professor right on time to teach me all the benefits this world may have to offer to an inspiring writer. I had no prior knowledge of what this job would entail but I knew that it would be an experience. The doors to my future were no where to be found as I could barely find the entrance to the Chambers. Feeling like a contestant on Jeopardy, I chose the right door and entered the Chambers office. With computers far more advanced that my college and software too hard for me to even begin to fathom, I knew this would be a learning experience. From behind closed doors, men in suits more expensive than a house, stepped forward to greet me.

"Welcome to North Shore Chamber of Commerce, Mr. McCannon."

As I shook the man with the dark business suit and blue tie, that somehow made a good look for him, I began to think back in my head to answer a riddle that still plagued me. What would make me less afraid of meeting new people?

And I push up against the doors, using my weight to try and move immovable walls. I could not handle whatever came to me. I wanted to run. I was overwhelmed. But the men before me had greeted me with such smiles that proved their trust in me. I was still thinking of it though. Still thinking of the question I had asked myself before. But my head would not allow me to think of the answers because of the aroma that soon began to fill the air. My senses became arose as I looked towards the back of the room. The mounds of food were overwhelming to all the senses. My eyes watered at the rainbow of food, my mouth tingling with anticipation, my nose smelling the bacon and eggs and my ears hearing the sizzling sounds of gluttony. This was to be a feast for sure. But I, unfortunately, would have no part in this giant feast as my co-workers would approach me with worried looks. Their expressions told a tale of disappointment and regret from before and I knew that it was something I just could not ignore.

"What can I do to help?" I asked.

"Well, Craig, we could use you for setting up the tables," Steve said with a grin.

They were all counting on me to get the job accomplished. It was like before when I was prepared stacks of papers to call the different addresses to inform their employers about their membership. I was unaware of how fast the time would fly here and how much there was to say and do. I was still trying to think of the answer to my nervousness. Still trying to solve an age old riddle that had plagued me throughout my life. To my surprise, Steve and Eric, my fellow co-workers, approach me with hopeful faces.

"Craig, we would like it if you could attend our meeting tomorrow at 7:00 am," declared Steve, "We expect to have every town mayor in Massachusetts, as well as Governor David Patrick himself, in attendance. We could really use your help."
Now, faced with a decision, I knew what my answer would be, seeing how I was afraid of the word no.

"Sure…I'd like to come. I'll help you out any way I can."

Now, standing out in the same hallway that I had entered, I could feel so cold inside. All feelings inside me were numb. This happens to me when…and here they come. As the people started to crowd through the doorway, I felt my heart beating up against my chest, revived by the oncoming of men and women immaculately dressed for breakfast. I made small talk with the Mayor of Lynn, I shook the hands of Governor Patrick and I even got my tie fixed by the Mayor of Beverly. I felt my mouth dry at this error, yet as I prepared to apologize, he lay his hand on my shoulder.

"You're doing fine kid. Don't worry about it. We all make mistakes."

Like the first rays of the Sun, my eyes began to light up. At last, I figured out the riddle; the one that had plagued me throughout my life and had left me in fear of meeting new people that made me hide too long in the shadows. The answer was inside me all along…we are all human. We all can make the same mistakes and regrets in life as well as put on the same pant legs when we get up in the morning to go to do the things we may be afraid of. With an imbued sense of confidence and self esteem, I learned an important lesson from my job that we all sometimes forget. As I said my goodbyes to my co-workers, I left those glass doors, leaving my old self behind. Tomorrow would truly be another day.