It doesn't get simpler. It won't get simpler. It's been 12 years since he passed yet despite everything it hurts as it did the second I discovered. I wish I could do a reversal so as to that morning. I woke up and discovered him at the table, written work. God, that is whatever he did. He composed and composed and composed. I would read his works for whatever is left of my life just to feel somewhat nearer to him once more. I attempted to induce him to return to bed, however he cannot. He guaranteed me he would be back soon. He assembled it a conference. Why wouldn't he be able to be straightforward with me? Alex never preferred duels. He preferred not to get included in any. Why did he get included in this one? I detest Burr. He ought to have known Alexander could never shoot him. He ought to have known not to do it. He ought to have realized that the world was sufficiently wide for them two. Why didn't he realize that?
I chose to return myself to the story. I declined to give his legacy a chance to end here. In the event that he were here, that would be all he would ask of me, to experience his legacy. I met each (living) officer that battled with him. Mulligan, Lafayette, Laurens. Laurens, he's with Laurens now. Laurens would do anything for him, he did anything for him. He passed on for him. He kicked the
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I've never been more glad for something in my life. He would be so glad for me, I need him to be pleased with me. At whatever time I take a gander at the youngsters, I see him. Many kids, and they all help me to remember him. He would have adored them, they would have cherished him. At his burial service, everybody discussed how they didn't give him kudos for all that he did. It's decent of them to say that, yet it's past the point of no return. They can't lament how they acted on the grounds that he's dead at this point. I got so much pity. Pity that I didn't need, pity I didn't require, pity won't take him back to
“I was so so sorry, deep in my heart I was sorry, but all your “sorrys” are gone when a person dies. She was gone. Gone. That’s why you have to say all your “sorrys” and “I love yous” while a person is living, because tomorrow isn’t promised.”
In Joseph Campbell’s book, The Hero With A Thousand Faces, he talks about the “Monomyth,” otherwise better known as, the “Hero’s Journey”. This is the major theme throughout this book as well as the majority of Joseph Campbell’s studies. Campbell’s idea of the hero’s journey can be seen in many books, movies, television series, etc. That is an idea I will discuss at a later date. For this paper I would like to discuss and explain the hero’s journey, as well as give my opinions on the idea. This is a very interesting and eye opening idea that Campbell has presented us with and has made The Hero With A Thousand Faces one of the most important books of the past one hundred years.
Joseph Campbell studied ancient greek mythology for many years. Joseph filled each stage of the journey very well. He accepted all the challenges he got and all the help he needed. He really knew how to fulfill all those stages. Like everyone goes through a heroic journey everyone has to have a story to tell. My story is very contrasty from Joseph’s because he really knew what all the stages meant. My hero's journey consists of my threshold crossing which was when I started depending on myself more than I did on others, my helpers/mentors like my parents, teachers,my sister and many more influential people in my life and my rewards were getting awards in school, having a nice family, and many friends.
Captain Preston called John and I in and we were in the riot. There were sticks stones and snowballs being thrown at us. I was hit by a large stone I was in horrible pain. It hit me in the head close to my eye. I had an instant headache. About 50 people were attacking our squad of Loyalists. We were instructed to fire into the mob. We killed 2 men and badly wounded 8 that day. Later on we were called on trial for manslaughter. We were guilty and the Captain was killed in the square, and we were gonna be killed too but we were saved. We were gonna be killed that day but John’s wife saved us. She made a good case and the judge let us go home for good. No more war and no more fighting. I never had to fight in the war again. The American War was caused because of the Boston Massacre. I got to stay and watch my family grow until the end of my
The Hero’s Journey is a basic template utilized by writers everywhere. Joseph Campbell, an American scholar, analyzed an abundance of myths and literature and decided that almost all of them followed a template that has around twelve steps. He would call these steps the Hero’s Journey. The steps to the Hero’s Journey are a hero is born into ordinary circumstances, call to adventure/action, refusal of call, a push to go on the journey, aid by mentor, a crossing of the threshold, the hero is tested, defeat of a villain, possible prize, hero goes home. The Hero’s Journey is more or less the same journey every time. It is a circular pattern used in stories or myths.
Many people are disregarded, not long after death simply because they don’t love hard enough. Seeing that Morrie is slowly dying from his illness, the question of whether he fears being forgotten after death often arises. Yet Morrie always replies that he is not afraid. The legacy you leave depends on how you loved others and how intimate you were. The only way for you to live past your death is to build strong emotional and interpersonal connections with others and the love you passed to them will keep you memory alive. Morrie treated every interaction with his friends and visitors like it was their last. This was not just because he was dying, but because he recognized and valued them. Morrie lit up whenever a visitor entered the room. He flashed a warm smile that is sure to make anyone feel welcome. And when you spoke, Morrie could make you feel “as if you were the only person in the world,”(Albom135). Making sure to live in the present, Morrie builds bonds that last from eternity and beyond because of how hard he loves and how much love he has to share. If we are sure to love this way, we will never ever be forgotten.
“There’s nothing for you behind you. All that exists is what’s ahead.” Secretariat said this on the TV show Bojack Horseman, and, although it was just a cartoon, this quote had a profound impact on me. It was the motto I lived by in high school. I even wrote it on the wall of my bedroom. Throughout my years in high school, I clung to that quotation, held it and wouldn’t let go. One of the most important things I’ve ever learned is to just keep moving and focus on what’s ahead.
Cense the cold times in January little Cassi had been helping me with books and being like my best friend and it was nice. I told her stuff that I hadn't told anyone. Then one day she told me that she had a real nice surprise for me. She also said that she found it in the woods but I didn’t mind. I was just so happy that Cassie was so sweet and got me something. As I watched Cassi step into the dry gully then to the bank I was getting tired of walking. “It ain’t far. You need to see this.” So I ran as fast as I could loosing my balance. As we started walking again I felt lost. “You sure it's this way, little Cassie?” “Not to much farther. There it is.” We walked into a dark little spot with vines every where in the
I can’t begin to express how hard it is for me to stand here before you and give my last respects to my loving mother - name here. From the biography that was handed out you can recall that during the her early years in the united states she studied and worked in New York where she met and married my dad, the love of her life. They spent the rest of their days loyal and in love with one another. Unfortunately, one day my father passed away with cancer at a young age. My dad was the one who suffered the most, but my mom suffered right along with him. She felt powerless, and for my mom- powerlessness turned in to guilt and grief, a painful distress she lived with on a daily basis for the next six years. When he died part of her died! Life for her was never the same again. I was not able to completely understand her loss- until now…
As a child growing up in an agrarian community, every day I would ride my bicycle around the country roads exploring. I would ride for hours, without a care in the world simply pedaling away. On my bicycle, I felt invincible. Like a rocket ship blasting through space, my only cares were to explore and discovery. I was mesmerized by beauty of the sky and landscape passing before my eyes.
The score is 14-14. My mind gets thrown into the zone, it’s the final bout, the final touch. My feet begin to move on their own accord and I chase my opponent down the strip and flunge towards them with my hand slashing down their chest and I yell a cry of victory as I hit. I hear the claps and cheers of my family members. I take my mask off with a sigh of relief and a smile on my face. This is my hero’s journey. See, my journey is a little different than most hero stories we hear nowadays I don’t have a super power, I’m not extra wise or strong, I’m no wizard, nor was I chosen to fight to the death for my district. To me, this story is pretty lucid, but then again I have been fencing for about 8 years. To make it easier for all of us I’ll elucidate it. My story is about how I found the sport that would teach me more than I would’ve ever learned without it. The sport that would later keep me from going crazy, from getting too
David and I race down the never ending hallway. We ran and ran, we grew tired, we walked, as we regain energy, we race again. At the end of the hallway we find our room, Mom and dad our far behind us, we wait. They have the key.We see the pool out a window. We walk into the room. me and David share a bed, mom and dad share the other. We unpack our suitcases.we our get hungry, we decide to go to dinner.
Life begins at the end of one’s comfort zone. It seems normal that most people would grow up and already have learned how to ride a bike; that there are parents who took the time out of their day to help their child develop a common skill. However, that was not the case here. One of my closest friends, never learned how to ride a bike until he was 12. I was willing to accept the challenge to teach him.
Dr. D is a cardiothoracic surgeon. He was my hero. He may well still be, even though he is a throw-back to the days when I was more concerned about science than symbolism.
... members I found a way out of the sadness and focused on the happiness of how my uncle did not have to suffer anymore and that he was finally pain free from everything. My uncle was a very loving man and although he did not have much, he always found a way to give everyone a gift on their birthday and Christmas. Although he will be missed greatly I know he is always with me and my family in everywhere we go and in everything we do. I know thinking about death is a scary thing, but the truth is that it happens every day of our lives. The only thing that matters is how you choose to spend the time while you still have it. You should never let a minute go to waste because tomorrow is never promised and you want to cherish every moment while you have it. I will never forget my uncle and all he stood for he was a great loving man who will always be missed greatly.