When I was about three or four, my parents had both their church and my grandparent’s church pray over me. My mother is fond of telling this story to me because we’re a religious family, and she says that it sets up a good example of what prayer can really do. She told me that most of the congregation had laid their hands on me, one by one, to pray that God would change me into a more kind and loving child. Whenever I think back on that particular story, the song “The Power of Love” sung by Huey Louis, always runs through my mind, and reminds of the power of love my family had for me. During this time, we were living in Detroit, Michigan. As a kid, none of my siblings ever wanted to play with me or include me in any of their games. I was a …show more content…
I’m not saying that I ever saw any of the older kids actually sit down and lay down the rules to these younger kids, but they would let them into their little clique and “inadvertently” mentor them in the way it was supposed to be. I was one of those kids. And my “mentor” was the odd kid. It may have just been my imagination with me thinking I was her protégé, but that’s how my child-like mind perceived it. I could understand, even at my age, why the other children didn’t like her, but to me that’s what made her so vitally interesting. She knew she was different, and she embraced it. Even today, I’ll always remember her as one of the kindest, purest, most carefree person I will ever have the privilege of knowing. She never cared about what anyone ever thought about her. I sometimes think she was born a few decades off, because she always reminded me of a hippie with her straight long blonde hair, glasses, and her carefree spirit. The poem, Identity, by Julio Noboa Jr., reminds me of her. Particularly the part where it says, “I’d rather smell of musty, green stench than of sweet, fragrant lilac. If I could stand alone, strong and free, I’d rather be a, tall ugly weed.” Except that there was nothing ugly about her. Just that she rather be herself than what most of us considered “normal”. I feel like she …show more content…
She had this disease called spina bifida, but it was as if she wasn’t even aware of it. She never talked about it, or tried to play off on other peoples’ sympathies. I never saw her complain, even when I saw how much pain she was in. She had such a joyful spirit, that people were just drawn to her. Talking to others is not a talent that I have, but it was something I noticed Cheyenne did with ease. She could talk to anyone about anything. I like to flatter myself in thinking I’m a good listener, because people come to me to just talk about their day, and all they need is someone to listen to them. So Cheyenne and I were a good combination. A good talker and a quiet listener. I’m a quiet and reserved kind of person until someone takes the time to get to know me. I try my best to make those around me feel comfortable, because I know that’s how I would want others to make me feel. Sometimes I do wonder about who I am. For a woman of only nineteen, that’s a relatively hard question to answer. I’m still being formed and cast. But as of right now, I’m happy and strong. Quiet, but always listening. Like Pakistani female activist Malala Yousafzai once said, “I don’t cover my face, because I want to show my
I had a close friendship with Cheyenne for several years, yet, I was not really brought into her life and introduced to her family until her grandmother was terminally ill. The grandmother (mother to the mother) was a popular figure in the community and was loved by most all. Cheyenne was especially close to her though so the situation was especially hard for her. When Cheyenne’s grandmother passed, she was under a great amount of grief. I consoled her through it, as did it seem like everyone else. She was the closest person in the world to Cheyenne, so the extreme grief seemed justified.
When life becomes overwhelming during adolescence, a child’s first response is to withdraw from the confinement of what is considered socially correct. Individuality then replaces the desire to meet social expectations, and thus the spiral into social non-conformity begins. During the course of Susanna’s high school career, she is different from the other kids. Susanna:
I love to read…no really, I do. I love to read and writing gets equal affection. From the time I was taught to read and write, I developed an ongoing love affair with the printed word and the blank pages of a journal. I quickly discovered I could not have one without the other…for me they naturally go hand in hand. Preparing this part of the description essay paper allowed me the opportunity to ponder how this “love affair” developed over the seasons of my life and how it is still ongoing. I learned that although each love affair is unique and distinct in its own right, there are common stages in developing a love affair.
The value I choose for this task is love. There are two definitions of love. Generally, love can be defined as to admire or like something very much. Love can be shown towards family, friends, religion, animals and inanimate objects. In this context, love has no boundary. People can love anything they want. The second definition is love is a feeling of affection towards different genders. Love is not a choice but it happens naturally. When people are in love, they always want to be together and when they are not, they will always think about being together because they will feel that without their partner, their life is incomplete. They will always depend on each other. When it comes to true love, it is all about commitment. When people are in love, they will know that their partner has their back no matter what the circumstance they are in. According to the ancient Greeks, love has many different names for its different forms. Some of them are passion, virtuous, affection, desire and general affection. However, no matter how love is defined, they all share a common characteristic which is commitment. In this task, I have chosen two poems entitled The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe and The Nymph’s Reply to The Shepherd by Sir Walter Raleigh.
I remember laying in my bed at night just thinking about her. Sometimes I would get sad thinking about her hardships, other times I would feel happy thinking about how lucky our family is to have her. I always wished I could do something to make her life easier. I wanted to do something more than just feel sad for her. I started doing research on other children and adults with disabilities.
Now, if there’s one thing I’ve noticed growing up, it is the presence of a kid sibling in any large group of friends. In this case, I was the kid sibling, tagging along with my sister and the other children whenever they came back from elementary school.
Growing up, I always felt out of place. When everyone else was running around in the hot, sun, thinking of nothing, but the logistics of the game they were playing. I would be sat on the curb, wondering what it was that made them so much different from me. To me, it was if they all knew something that I didn’t know, like they were all apart of some inside joke that I just didn’t get. I would sit, each day when my mind wasn’t being filled with the incessant chatter of my teachers mindlessly sharing what they were told to, in the hot, humid air of the late spring and wonder what I was doing wrong. See, my discontent
Love is a weird feeling. It’s been said that love has nothing to do with your heart, it 's all chemical reactions inside of your brain. Infatuation, attraction, crush is such powerful feelings that people do think that they are in love. Also, it is blind to the other person’s weaknesses and exaggerates his or her strengths. Similarly, infatuation often fades within a short time. However, true love is so real and so strong, strong enough that if it came down to it you would even die for your partner. Love as much more than a feeling. It is based on a well-rounded knowledge of a person’s strengths and weaknesses. Not so in the case of China and Jeremy, in T. Coraghessan Boyle “The Love of my Life.” Before we talk about them
Many people have different perspectives when it comes to the topic of love. The word love has been tossed around by everybody and not very many people really understand the true meaning of love. There are some exceptions, but I think this is especially true for teenagers and young adults. I might be one of those people who do not fully understand the topic of love, but I hope to better understand the topic of love and its true meaning is this course.
Love, that single feeling which generates the funny sensations in people's stomach, giving them the warm pleasures in their body, causing them to feel joy, and to believe every aspect in their life is right. It causes them to receive an exhilarating, appealing feeling that makes them want to rejoice. Love can be a speeding of their heart, but it can also be nerve-racking. It makes their hearts begin to rapidly pump, making a rapid beat— “ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom”. Attempting to describe love is a rigorous task, but it is possible. However, the easiest detail to describe and understand about love is not so much the feeling of it, but the concept of what it is about. Many people may obtain different views and definitions regarding love, but
There are many positive things and negative things about the movie and the story. In the movie
I left work today realizing just how fortunate I am to be on the track towards a successful career. And on top of that, the fact that I actually enjoy my job makes it even better! It's definitely been a long road.
What is love? Love is a very special and meaningful word to each human being. Each human being has his/her own thoughts about love to guide himself/herself to land safely and smoothly into the kingdom of Love. Without this preconceived idea of love, people would be acting like a blind person searching for the light with thousand of obstacles in front of him.
Poets and philosophers for centuries have been trying to answer the question, what is love? Love has an infinite number of definitions, which vary from one person to another. Love cannot be measured by any physical means. One may never know what true love is until love it- self has been experienced. What is love? A four letter word that causes a person to behave in a way that is out of character. What is love? A first kiss, childhood crushes on a teacher or friend’s mom. What is love? A choice that people make by putting their partner’s wishes, desires and needs above everything else. What is love? The act of forgiveness, the infatuation with someone, the communication between two people. What is love? A friendship that turned into a lifelong commitment, that special someone who has vowed to spend the rest of their lives to honor and protect, to love each other “till death do you part.” When in love nothing else in the world matters. According to the online Encarta Dictionary love is the passionate feeling of romantic and sexual desire and longing for somebody. Poets and philosophers may never know what love really is, and we may never truly understand the question what is love.
Love happens when you least expect it. It can happen on the street corner, at the bar, at the grocery store, the park. That’s one of the greatest things about love. As for me I found love in the pouring down rain in the middle of the street. I fell in love with a man who I never thought in a million years I’d fall for. A man who is loving, caring and respectful. The night I laid my eyes on him I knew he was it. He came into my life at a point when I was unraveling and losing control. I was lost for two years after my high school sweetheart and I broke up, I thought I was never going to find real love, but I did. He saved me and I remember every minute from that night.