About three months ago my church groups went on a trek. This was a great experience were we got to know one another better. A trek was a opportunity to see what it was like for the pioneers who crossed the plains. And to go through the hard trials that the pioneers went through. they split us up into what we called family’s our adult leaders were our mas and pas. The other youth in our family’s are our brothers and sisters. We left on Monday morning at almost 5: 30 am and arrived in Wyoming at noon we slept in tents with our trek brothers. We would hike 18 miles the next day We got up extremely early to go on this journey were we would pull our handcarts through rivers and mud pits and on hard rocky steep trails and know what it was like for
the pioneers to go through this. So we started off about 2 miles in they stopped us and told us men to go to the top of the hill they were going to have the women pull the carts by them selves all the way up a steep hill to imitate what it was like when the men had to go off to join the Mormon battalion. This was hard I looked around me and like me all the men where struggling to watch their mother’s wives and sisters pulling the carts up the hill we wanted to go help them and pull their carts for them. The volunteers there told us a story about a women who had to pull her sick husband in her hand cart she weighed about 80 pounds and she pulled him 10 miles every day for weeks and weeks with little to eat. As we were on the very hill that the pioneers walked across we could feel the spirit of those who had passed away on that hill there were monuments on this mountain telling the story of those who had died. Knowing what they went through was amazing. arrived to a river a few miles in the had asked us to go through this river silently when we got to the other side they told us the story of 2 young men who pulled the hand carts through the below freezing river water and carried people across they later died that day. for these people’s testimony in Jesus Christ was overwhelming they were willing to give there lives to their faith. About in the last five miles were exhausted and just wanted to get back to camp so I asked our leaders how much longer they told me that the camp would be just over the next hill so I pressed but by the time I got to the hill there was just another hill in the distance that I could not see over so I asked them “where is our camp” they told me it would be just over the next hill. When we got to the hill there was no camp. Our group of 100 people were getting furious our feet ached we had to carry 6 people who had blisters or who where just over weight. So they told us we could take a break. One of the doctors in our group were asking how our feet were and if we were drinking enough water one of the young man was crying out saying his feet hurt doctor Robinson went over to ask why when he saw the boys shoes were untied and his socks had rocks and were inside out
Throughout history man has made many journeys, both far and wide. Moses’ great march through the Red Sea and Columbus's traversing the Atlantic are examples of only a couple of men’s great voyages. Even today, great journeys are being made. Terry Fox's run across Canada while fighting cancer is one of these such journeys. In every one of these instances people have had to rise above themselves and overcome immense odds, similar to a salmon swimming upstream to full fill it's life line. Intense drive and extreme fortitude are qualities they needed to posses during their travels.
overnight adventure through the isolated reign of nature was our goal. We chose a trail
Noah Arbesfeld Professor Hobson EL6530: Multicultural Literature Response Paper #7 - If Beale Street Could Talk April 2, 2024 Family and Community in If Beale Street Could Talk In the novel If Beale Street Could Talk, James Baldwin depicts the love story between childhood sweethearts Tish and Fonny, as Fonny is imprisoned on false accusations of rape while Tish is pregnant with their baby. Throughout the narrative, both Tish and Fonny rely on their immediate family as a form of community to weather the hardships throughout the duration of the pregnancy. However, the two families have drastically different responses to the situation, as Tish’s family embrace their daughter and the father of her future child, while Fonny’s family scorn their
It was our fifth day in the Philmont Scout Reservation in New Mexico, the halfway point of the trek. I as the Crew Leader was responsible for the other 11 members of the crew, including 4 adults. I was in charge, and amazingly the adults rarely tried to take over, although they would strongly advise me what to do in some situations. Phil, with the exception of me, the oldest scout and the Chaplain for the trip, was my second. Together we dealt with problems of making sure everyone carried the right amount of stuff in their pack to who had to cook and cleanup each day. The trip had gone well so far, no injuries, and the worst problem had been a faulty backpack. As I walked I thought about the upcoming campsite. Supposedly this one had running water from a solar powered pump—so had the last night’s site but the tank was too low to use for anything but cooking because the of how cloudy it had been of late. But today was bright and shinny, and hot, so I didn’t think there would be a problem.
On December 21, 2017 at 2028 hours, Officer Allday and I, Sgt. Wilson responded to 1693 Highway 90 (Fred's Pharmacy) in reference to a Malicious Mischief call.
My heart was beating and my hands were sweating. My teacher asked me a question and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to say my response in English and was afraid of the other kids making fun of me because I thought my accent was too strong. All the students stared. “Just answer the question” one girl murmured. Every day I’d sit in the same seat without talking. And even though I had spent a month in the same classroom I felt uncomfortable being there. I moved to the United States from the Dominican Republic when I was twelve. I knew the word for “mariposa” was “butterfly,” and I knew how to introduce myself, but that was about all. Some people would even become frustrated due to the fact they couldn’t understand me, or the other way around. Knowing how they felt about me not being able to communicate made me want to shut myself off from them.
When my sisters asked why the pack lived at a different place mom just said that the den was only for pups being born. It is also used as a way to raise the pups, until they are strong enough to live with the pack. Mom then led us to where the pack was staying and we met all of the other wolves (Wolf). There was one wolf that looked like he was hanging back from the others. Mom said that he was the lowest in the pack because he was different from us and he was also weaker. When I asked how he was different mom told us that he came from the humans and that one of his parents was in a human’s pack. Mom told us not to worry about him hurting us because he knows better.
" mommy what is she talking about " i lied to keep you guys safe because if i told you the truth you would think diffrent of me " camron why are you crying " " im not crying beth i dont cry " " everyone cries camron evern daryl and he's one of the strongest people i know " i hate to leave you too . we were friends for so long you,me, and sophia i dissaperd and reaperd just like that " hey cam " " hi camron " " hi carl hi sophia " " cam whats wrong you look sad ? " . " its nothing sophia but can i tell you guys somthing " we trusted each other then . She died . Lori remember i was there carl i saw what happened and i dissaperd right after and im sorry " dad have you seen camron " " sorry carl havn't seen her but i'll keep an eye out " "okay
I first learned how to drive when I was fifteen years old. I am now twenty-one years old and extremely grateful to have the privilege of driving my own vehicle. My experiences of learning how to drive were quite easy, but challenging at the same time. I first got behind the wheel of my father’s Chevy Silverado pickup truck parked on the curb of our neighborhood, with my father in the passenger side. As I buckled up my seat belt, my palms sweating and my heart racing because I was so nervous yet excited to finally get the chance to learn how to drive. It was time to put the vehicle on D-drive, when I pressed on the gas a little too much so the truck wanted to take off, but my father had yelled, “wait!” and I had slammed on the brakes. “Yikes”
The moment I stepped on the ferry was like no other. The feeling of the moisture from Lake Superior on my skin was breathtaking. I have passed Mackinac city a million times but never experienced the heart-stopping beauty of Lake Superior and Mackinac Island. When I arrived to the island there were thousands of people all around me. I have never been accustomed to how many people were around, and on such a small island. Living in Michigan for almost half my life and moving away from this experience was something I thought would never happen. I really took living there for granted. I had never realized all of the things I never did until after moving and coming back to Michigan to discover more. I moved to Wyoming the beginning of summer 2010.
Being a zookeeper was never an occupational aspiration of mine, but somehow, according to my supervisor, that is the position I had taken. In the summer of 2009, fresh out of graduate school, I spent a summer teaching at a local drug and alcohol rehabilitation center. I had two sections of students with ages ranging from twelve to seventeen. These students had been either court ordered to seek help or their families had admitted them to this drug facility. Many of them had been kicked out of school already because of their substance abuse issues and their home lives were atrocious. Many of these parents were addicted to the same vices as their children, and in some instances had even introduced their children to them. Needless to say they
I am gonna talk about an experience I had when I was about 5. It was scary because I had hurt my hand really bad. This event had a big effect on the way I think about things I want to do. I had a good day before later that night when I hurt my hand.This is a very interesting story.
Hi, I’m a galaxy s6 samsung phone. I am not very new but I am not badly damaged either. My owner bought me in June of 2016. I am black in color and have a light blue case covering me. My life started in a factory where all of my pieces were put together to form a phone. I was then put in a box and sent to the Verizon store in Missoula, MT. Life was good hanging out in the box, although I didn’t have to sit there long. Shortly after I arrived I was given to Maddie and programmed with all of her information that I would keep safe. Life is good.
This essay I thought was a fairly straightforward one for me, but many times I had to be creative. Writing about someone else is hard in the first place, and I had to focus my essay based on one topic or a few topics from a timeline of someone else’s life. This type of essay was not very easy for me to write because I write better when I can connect ideas to my own life and make it more personal. Thankfully this essay only had to be 2-3 pages long because I am not sure about the information I was given I could write any longer. One big issue I had with this essay was how creative I had to be with what I was going to write, and how distant I felt from the context.
Do you ever think on new years eve “This year is going to be great!” But then it ends up terrible? Well I can relate to that. In 2016, I experienced failure. Failure in myself. I never expected to let myself down so bad. Let me start with why i experienced failure or how certain situations led me to failure. 2016 was the year when i lost many people to death and thought it was the most amazing idea to give up. 3 days into 2016 and i lost my uncle. 2 months later i lost my grandma that i haven’t seen ever since i was 4-5 because she lived in el salvador. Oh wait, then i thought my grandmas death would’ve been the last one i would have to go through for a while. But no, i lost my brother 6 months after due to an “accidental” shooting. I loved all of them and never wanted