Sacrifice: A Short Story Of An Immigrant

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Story Exposition It was the spring of 1888, in their tiny Chicago apartment in the heart of the slums. Pierre and his wife Christine were having a discussion in their living room if you could call it that. They were immigrants, having arrived from France just a few months before. In France they were not poor, they had a nice house and had well-paying jobs. But they wanted to make a better life for themselves and their future family. Since they moved to America, they were treated poorly, just because they were immigrants. They had used all of their savings to come to America, so they had very little money, and none left over. Pierre was desperately attempting to find a decent job to support his wife and soon to be daughter. They were expecting …show more content…

When Pierre reported to the park on his first day of work, he was met with what looked an entourage of ruffians. Pierre seemed out of place because he was in a yellow dress shirt, slacks, and a necktie. He tried to find the man he had met yesterday. Saying “excuse me” and “pardon me” in his thick French accent riled up the crowd even more. They spat and swore at him. He did not know what to do. Rising action 3 Suddenly, the song of sirens filled the air. A helicopter flew overhead. “Put your hands up,” were the words blasted from a loudspeaker. Suddenly, what seemed like the entire Chicago police force, engulfed the park and surrounded the gaggle of drunk men, and Pierre. In the blink of an eye, the men who had spat and sworn at Pierre were all in handcuffs. The crowd of men was shocked. Just then, a middle-aged man with a beard, who was most likely the police captain, exited his car, sighed, then smiled, and said, with relief in his voice, “I have been waiting for this day for a long …show more content…

From an early age, I was exposed to excellent moral standards, ethics, and standards of equality. Abe spent his life and even started a war that divided the country in half, to raise the standards of equality in America. I had two great legacies to follow, a great president of America, and my own father. Shortly after I had Graduated college, my father died. I was unsure what to do with my life. I thought the medical field would be my calling. But that was not it. I finally found it when I took a trip to London with Ellen Gates Starr, my former roommate. While we were there, we visited Toynbee Hall. There, they provided support and assistance to the people living in that community. Ellen and I had a great idea, why not start something like this back in America? And that’s how Hull House was

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