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The weather is perfect, just like the day my parents died. Given, it was always sunny on the beaches of Los Angeles. It was a car accident. The driver who crashed into us was intoxicated so his car hit us head on. He is still alive to this day and got away with it, but is currently serving six months in prison due to the recent illegal drug deals. Anyway, both my parents were killed and sometimes, I wish that I would have died in that car accident, too. The things your brain does when it has experienced death and pain. The loneliness alone is enough to make you crazy. Sure, I had friends and so called “family” to help with the pain, but none of them knew what I was going through. None of them understood that deranged loneliness was, in fact, …show more content…
lovely to me. I was on my way to see the man who potentially killed my parents. He sent me a letter stating he needed to speak with me. I have only ever spoken to him once, and that was at my parents funeral. I accepted his invitation. The prisonhouse was in the middle of Nevada, just fifteen miles away from my previous location. When I arrived, it looked as the prison was under top security. It looked like one of the places where you’d keep murderers. I walked in the door labeled “Visiting” strode up to the muscular man behind the desk. “Can I help you?” He said, looking annoyed. “I’m here to see Andrew McCrady,” I responded, “He requested I speak with him.” All the man did was huff and roll his eyes.
“Right this way,” He said after a moment of silence. When he stood up, he was taller than I expected, at least six feet and eleven inches tall. He had to duck when he walked through the door to the right of me. I followed, just like he said to, and kept quiet.
We passed many doors, I counted thirteen, but after that, I lost count. We finally came to a room with a paper “Andrew M.” tapped onto the middle of the door. The tall man opened the door and then I saw him; Andrew. My mind was racing. All I wanted to do was punch him and run. He was responsible for my parents and he didn’t care.
When he saw me he smiled. He looked stoned. I concealed my anger and strode to the chair that was placed across from him. I sat down and immediately asked him why I was here. All he did was smile and say he wanted my company. I knew that was bull crap. The tall man then walked out of the room. He was probably going to watch us from a distance, probably not wanting to invade our space.
“What is the real reason why I’m here?” I asked him, already getting frustrated.
“ I simply want your company,” He responded with a smirk slapped on his
face. “Cut the crap,” I said firmly, “Why am I here?” “I need money,” He said, “Only five hundred thousand. Thats enough to get me out of here.” This made me furious. “No. If you need money, then you shouldn’t have blown it all on drugs. And I’ve checked the release fee, it’s only two thousand dollars,” Now I couldn’t stop myself from yelling at him, “And I don’t want you wandering the streets! Not after you wrecked my life and took my happiness!” He started, “But-”. I cut him off, “No.” I stood up and marched out the door. No way he would be getting anything from me. Not after what he did.
When he arrived at the home the servant who took his hoarse and directed him to the room that Mr. Usher was in greeted him. Inside the house was also very ornate, but it to had also been left alone for to long. The entire house had a gloomy atmosphere that would put a chill down most people’s spines. When he entered the room his friend was staying in he was warmly welcomed. He could not believe the changes that his dear childhood friend had endured.
The gripping tale of a young man who leaves all that he has and goes to live amidst the natural world, Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer showcases the two years Christopher McCandless had spent journeying throughout the United States before his unfortunate death. After graduating from Emory University in 1990, McCandless disconnected with all of his past relations and abandoned the majority of his possessions. McCandless’ decisions either seem extremely unwise or extremely courageous. He had a comfortable life with few worries yet he still chose to toss it all away and venture into unknown territories. What many wonder is why he would do such an irrational thing. Maybe, McCandless’ was simply trying to run away from his perception of reality. Through deserting his family, friends, and material possessions, Christopher McCandless was attempting to escape the unavoidable condition of the world along with the mundane life ahead of him. He was escaping from the impending dreariness of his future and the idea of decisions impacting him and the people around him. Christopher McCandless appeared to believe that by going off into the wild, his life would no longer be surrounded by a shroud of uncertainty and despair.
Breavement is handeled differently in different generations. Weather it is a kid that has a terminal illness or an elderly person who is diagnosed with a terminal illness, each breave differently. Breavement deals with not just someone clsoe dying but, someone themselvs who is diagnosed with a life threatening illness.
A tragic hero is an individual who possesses a fatal flaw in their character that will bring about their own destruction or suffering. Aristotle believed that “A man doesn't become a hero until he can see the root of his own downfall. (Aristotle #1)” This Ancient Greek philosopher also believed that each tragic hero has four characteristics. The first of these characteristics is that a tragic hero is born with either wisdom or high integrity, and in some cases both. Aristotle’s second characteristic is that they contain a fatal flaw in their character that may cause them to behave irrationally. The penultimate characteristic is that each hero will suffer a turnabout of fortune brought about by their own flaw in character. Finally, the last characteristic is that the tragic hero will find out that their own turnabout of fortune was brought about by their own actions. McCandless in into the wild is the ideal tragic hero mentioned by Aristotle. McCandless had everything in the world but he gave it up to live in the wilderness and through his own actions he paid the ultimate price. McCandless is seen by the world as a young man who left the corrupted society to embrace a journey only a few would dare. “That's what was great about him. He tried. Not many do. (Krakauer 96)” This journey ended up being the best time of his life and the fact that he attempted this wildlife adventure makes him look more like a daring hero than an idiotic teen.
The purpose of Philip Slater’s book The Pursuit of Loneliness is to “reach some understanding of the forces which are unraveling our society” for his readers (xxii). It is a common conception that America is the best country, an idea which is substantiated by economic figures. However, Americans are not happy. According to Slater, “all societies frustrate certain human needs and satiate others (because) humanity and any particular society’s idea of what humanity should be is never very exact” (2). In America, the gap between reality and perception is growing farther and farther apart, at human expense. Americans work their entire lives for the future, in the pursuit of economic security, which ultimately leads to continued unhappiness in the present. American culture “struggles more and more violently to maintain itself, (but) is less and less able to hide its fundamental antipathy towards human life and human satisfaction” (122). Slater’s book teaches people about the existence of the “wide gap between the fantasies Americans live by and the realities they live in,” in the hopes that this will inspire people to react in positive ways (xxiii).
In the book Michael Vey: The Last Spark By Richard Paul Evans the character I would love to know would be Michael Vey. One reason is that Michael Vey is electric, which started with a complicated birth defect, and would most likely be the most powerful person in the world if he truly existed. The native people of Tuvalu (A small island in the South Pacific) called him Uira te Atua, which translates to Lightning God. He once was pure energy and can create lightning bolts, lightning balls, deflect bullets, burn through walls, and the list goes on. He would be able to easily defend me if we were good friends, and he could be very useful if my car needed a jumpstart. Michael’s also very smart and able to think in the moment, but the main reason
The Cay, by Theodore Taylor is a realistic fiction that took place in around World War II. The book is about a young boy named Phillip Enright, who lived with his overprotective mother and laid back father in Carrisal. Carrisal was currently surrounded by German ships. Phillip’s overprotective mother, decides it would be best if the family went back to Williamston, Virginia, where his mother was born. Phillip and his mother board The Hato, a ship that would take them to VA. On April 6th, The Hato was torpedoed. During the chaos, Phillip gets hit on the head by falling debris, and when he regains his consciousness, he finds himself on a boat with an old black man (Timothy), and a cat (Stewcat).
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“I would rather kill myself than to live in this house” were my everyday thoughts. I cried myself to sleep every night, hoping and praying to God that one day things will only get better. I missed my mother so much. I always wished to be with her. Even when I arrived here in America, I couldn't believe the thought that my mother left me here in this loneliness world. I knew that I lived in America with my family, but I never felt like they were really my family because they never support me in my education. I thought that everything that happened that caused problems at my house were because of me. I blamed myself even when it was not my fault. I would tell myself that all this things happened because of my existence in the
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People are going to die in your life that you know, or if you are just good friends. These memories are the most painful out of all the memories in the world and in yourself. When a family member dies in your family you feel like killing yourself. You feel like the entire world has ended, everything is circling around you and stressing you out. You don’t talk for a week, your start failing classes and you your temper increases fast. You get in trouble in class and your family is quite. When you think it 's all over another one, then another then another, then all of a sudden you forget you age then it 's you. Sadness takes over the body if you 're older then you drink it over or do drugs but then it doesn 't work. You have thoughts of suicide. Don’t make sadness feel like the end of the world. Go out and fulfill your dreams and be yourself. It’s going to happen to all of us, so be
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