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Unformatted text preview: Ali Ahmed. May 27, 2009. School-Based Scholarship Essay. Tick-tock, tick-tock, the sound of the wall clock was the only one that I heard for some time. As I slowly gained back my senses and came to the realization that I still had all my extremities, I let out a sigh of relief. Just a few hours earlier, I had been injured by an improvised explosive device (IED). I had thought that it would never happen to me; quite often one can feel invincible after dodging a few roadside bombs and ambushes. But then, it just happens, in a blink of an eye, and your whole life flashes before you, and you find yourself being thankful for all the little things that make up your lives. You promise yourself that if you make it out alive, youll never complain about the food being cold, having to wait in line at the grocery store, being put on hold on the phone, and more importantly love the people around you much more. All these thoughts and more dawned onto to me like never before, while laying in a makeshift bed at the...
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