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The day after Doodle died, it was a cold, rainy night. I was curled up in the corner of my room shivering, wishing I could just have one more chance to have my crippled brother back. After a couple hours of sad depression, I slowly stood up and grabbed my old, wrinkled navy blue jacket and walked out of my room. I walked down the creaking stairs and once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I told my mom that I'm going to take a walk to get some fresh air; She took a quick glance at me from the ragged couch and just layed back into the couch, so I walked out the brown wooden door. I put my thin hood over my head and started walking down the old, worn down street. There was a cornfield on the right side of the street and the dark creeping woods on the …show more content…
I told him, “Go away you stupid fish!” and I punched him in the face and ran for the stairs. Before I could even get one step on the wooden stairs he grabbed me by the wrist and yelled,” You should not have done that little boy.” I tried to get away from his tight grip on my wrist but it was too strong, and the clown pulled me towards him and hugged me. Then once he was done hugging me, he pushed me to the corner of the room and said, “Let’s play a game called Surgeon, I’m the surgeon and your the patient. First we have to cut off the head of the patient.” I pushed him away and ran for the stairs once again. I got to the doorway and the clown dove up the stairs, grabbed my foot, and I fell to the ground. I grabbed the edges of the doorframe so I could get some leverage. I started resisting and kicking my feet, but I could not get his hands off me. I started crying and screaming. The clown finally pulled me down the stairs and my head was pounding on the hard stairs and I got knocked out. Once I woke up, I was strapped up to a table and I couldn't move at
Doodle always learned new sports but never played on any teams. Simon was apart of a team, a baseball team. He didn't play much. When he did his coaches made him get hit by the ball so he would make it to the base each time. Doodle knew that he could die at any time that's why he was so cautious. So when Doodle was tired he would always say something because he was being alert about his harsh movements. Simon lived a normal life so he never worried about it. He has always wanted to become a hero, he would tell everyone about it but no one believed him. Though they have similar heart conditions they died very different deaths. Even Simon's death was more active than Doodles. He was saving other kids on a bus that had crashed into a lake. At that time the when the bus was in the lake it was wintertime and the water was freezing. And Simons little body couldn’t handle it. He had died of that, but also died of being a hero. Doodle died because he was being over exerted from rowing. His brother pushed him too hard and his body couldn't take all of the work. His brother left his because there was a storm occurring. He was yelling at Doodle and telling him that he would be fine. As Brother was running home he realized when he was calling Doodle there was no
“ 'Don't fucking move,' he said, coming up to my face, eyeball to eyeball. 'Did I give you permission to move? Don't do anything unless I say you fuckin' greaser asshole!'
He tried and tried and was just so happy that he could do it and it was time for Doodle to learn how to walk,run swim and do things like a normal kid,but when ever he was younger, he had a problem with his heart and which caused him not to do normal things because he wasn’t normal.It was all his brothers fault that he had died because it all started in the morning whenever they were eating at the table with his mom,dad and brother and auntie. Whenever they had seen a big bird outside on their tree.Doodle had told his parent’s that it was outside and the bird had fallen over and died so his father had told him to go get the bird book and once he got it he looked the bird and found out it was scarlet ibis and it came from the south.Doodle had buried the bird and hadn’t ate anything.Doodle was amazed at how big the bird was because of the size of it so he had dug a hole for it and threw it in their and buried
When Doodle was born, the narrator "...wanted more than anything else someone to race to Horsehead Landing, someone to box with, and someone to perch within the top fork of the great pine behind the barn..."(595). Upon discovering Doodle was not only crippled but also not "'all there'", the narrator selfishly decides to kill his little brother by suffocation. His plan was halted when he watched his brother grinned right at him. Though the narrator didn't kill Doodle, the narrator treated his little brother with cruelty to advance his own desires. Two instances are the reason Doodle walked and Doodle's training in his brother's program. Firstly, the reason that the narrator is determined to teach Doodle to walk was not solely out of kindness. "When Doodle was five years old, I was embarrassed at having a brother of that age who couldn't walk, so I set out to teach him"(597). The narrator is embarrassed that he has a brother that's physically unable to meet the narrator's expectations as what his brother should be. Yet, the narrator successfully taught Doodle how to walk, but in doing so, the narrator gained a false sense of infallibility that's equal only to his pride. The narrator thus created "...a terrific development program for him, unknown to mama and daddy, of course” (599). Several obstacles impeded the progress of the program, resulting in the brothers to double their efforts. The narrator made Doodle"...swim until he turned blue and row until he couldn't lift an oar. Wherever we went, I purposely walked fast, and although he kept up, his face turned red and his eyes became glazed. Once he could go no further, so he collapsed on the ground and began to cry"(601). Blinded by his desire to satisfy his pride, he became ignorant of the fact that as a sick child Doodle is unable to overexert himself, but the
Months after that, doodle was able to stand, and all that other stuff. I would explain and go into detail but I have already enough. Doodle and him go down to the swamp after it was all good and done. It starts to rain pretty
hit out at the filthy thing in front of him that bobbed like a toy and
`The first piece of evidence that can be held against the narrator is the fact that he made Doodle touch his own coffin. This has nothing to do with Doodle’s death but does show how the narrator looked at Doodle and shows how he thought he could treat him. When Doodle was a child, the whole family thought he was going to die because of his weak heart. Just crawling was putting too much stress on his heart. The family was so sure he was going to die that they even made him a coffin. But Doodle didn’t die at that point in time. The family hid the coffin away. The brother decided that he was going to threaten Doodle into touching it. SInce Doodle couldn’t walk, the brother took him up there and threatened to leave
One might think that when Doodle was five his brother teaching him to walk was a fair surprise. Doodle’s brother saw it this way, and I see it this way as well. The narrator was not trying to kill his brother by teaching him to walk, but this is what caused Doodle’s death. Doodle’s brother was well aware of Doodle’s preexisting heart condition. The doctor said that using his legs too much would cause him to overexert his heart, and in doodles death, walking was the main reason he died. While teaching Doodle to walk, Doodle’s brother was often careless. For example, when the narrator taught Doodle to walk, Doodle would often fall to the ground and land on his chest. The ground was swampy and covered in twigs and rocks as well. Doodle was using a part of his body that he had never used before. Although teaching someone to be independent is a kind act, in Doodle’s case, how he taught him was not the safest. Doodle’s brother was well aware of Doodle’s heart condition as I said earlier. Even though Doodle’s brother knew this information, and after the doctor said that physical exercise was not an approved option, Doodle’s brother still taught Doodle to walk. That is why I believe that Doodle’s brother is guilty of teaching Doodle to walk, when he should have never done
...he final steps of Doodle and what he’s able to do. Lessons are learnt throughout life and we have to face the fact that we all make mistakes. No matter how hard we try, we can lessen the responsibility by being optimistic. Love is important when it comes to support, it helps you. Even though Doodle has died, his death taught everyone something. That is to not care about what everyone else around you thinks and never stop yourself from accomplishing your dreams. Doodle was able to leave a lesson behind in which opinions of other do not matter. Don’t let anything stop you from achieving your dreams and goals in life because if you do, you will not get anywhere in life. Try as hard as you can and have hope in every step of the way because you will get there and when you do, you’ll be a proud persona dn will look past the sufferings you went through to get there.
The main focus of this story is the small child known as Doodle who was born with physical problems which he had to face every ...
“The Scarlet Ibis,” by James Hurst is a story that centers on the competitive goals Doodle and his brother. Doodle, is a misfit, and his brother does everything possible to make sure that Doodle will fit to his standards. Eventually, the tasks that the brother gives Doodle wear his heart out and he dies a bloody heap on the ground, a scarlet ibis. Why would Doodle let his brother push him to the very brink of death? There are three reasons why Doodle strove to achieve his brother’s goals, he wanted to make his brother proud, he wanted to be accepted into society, and Doodle wanted to prove his worth to his family.
He beat me until I swung back and forth by my wrists, half-crazy with pain, unable to find my footi...
Doodle was not expected to live past his babyhood, but in turn he did. His older brother taught him things about life, and grew up with him. Doodle was fragile but he grew up to be strong, but his brother always looked out and after him. When the storm hit of the day that Doodle didn’t seem like doing anything. The narrator ashamed of how all his “work” has gone to waste, he decides to outrun Doodle and leave him behind thinking that Doodle will catch up to him. Doodle yells ”Brother, Brother don't leave me! Don´t leave me!” (Hurst Pg).
Doodle was a burden in many ways. Once Doodle was able to express himself, he always wanted to be with Brother and go wherever he went. “The doctor had said that he mustn’t get too excited, too hot, too cold, or too tired and that he must always be treated gently” (Hurst 2). “If I so as much picked up my cap, he’d start crying to go with me” (Hurst 2). Brother was often very mean to
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.