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The death of a father
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Hello, I’m Samuel. I’m 10 years old, but don’t ask about my parents their dead. They both died when i was 8. I live on Maryland St. by the sewer gates and feast on whatever things drift along. I joined a big group of pick-pockets and we make actually a decent amount of money every now and then. One day i was with my friend Zachary and we were scavenging for food when I saw a middle aged women drop her purse and not notice that she even dropped it. I ran over and grabbed it debating if i should take it or give it back to her, I started running toward her when i got close enough I reached out and grabbed her shoulder. She whipped back and grabbed my hand then I said “Sorry mam for startling you, but you dropped this”. Holding it out
too her she thanked me and grabbed it. Then she said “Would you like to come to dinner at my apartment tonight in thanks of your kindness”? I obviously said yes, that night I came to her house and we had the most delicious dinner i have eaten since my parents died. I thanked her for having me and then was halfway thru the door when she said “Would you like to meet for brunch tomorrow at the bistro’”? At that moment my face became as red as a cherry tomato and I surely said yes. The next day i met her at brunch then i finally asked “what’s your name”? , then she said “Camrie Bartholomay”. Then I told her what happened to my parents she was so sad that she invited me to live with her I said yes. The next day i moved in, not having much to move it was easy. She’s a great guardian, she takes good care of me, gives me food, shelter, care, love, all that i need.
When I was little, me and my family were sitting in the living room and watching T.V. and the next thing we hear is the doorbell. When my mom opened the door our family friend Mary, told my mom that she had dropped her keys in the dumpster and needed me and my
The time I was lost at Walmart, I was six years old I was mad about something and that’s when I started wandering off somewhere until finally I turned around my mom was gone I looked all around couldn’t find her anywhere the feeling of me being by myself without know one being here with me to protect me or be here with me, I felt like I lost her forever and that I can’t find her anywhere because Walmart was like a huge store so it was gonna be tough to find her, after a while I started crying and calling her name “mom!”, at that moment one of the employees at the store helped me find my mom by operating on this entercom and called her name luckily I knew her name because if I didn’t how else will I suppose to find her, next they called her
This is a great devotional. I enjoyed reading it, it reminds us to listen and pay attention when God is dealing with us. God has many different ways of bringing things to our attention. We are so blessed to have a Heavenly Father that loves us and cares about how we live our live. This devotional brought to mind the following scripture; Song of Solomon 2:15 (KJV) “Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes” The devil would never tempt us with the big things but the little ‘innocent’ things. For example, most of us would not be tempted to rob a bank. However, we might be tempted to keep extra change that was given to us by mistake at the bank or store. Though, both are wrong but the change is
This is crazy. Why am I afraid? I’m acting as if this is my first funeral. Funerals have become a given, especially with a life like mine, the deaths of my father, my uncle and not my biological mother, you would think I could be somewhat used to them by now. Now I know what you’re thinking, death is all a part of life. But the amount of death that I’ve experienced in my life would make anyone cower away from the thought. This funeral is nothing compared to those unhappy events.
It was a Friday, I remember that day as if it was yesterday, I remember going to the restroom so I`d fix my makeup, there I heard a girl yelling in one of the bathroom stalls about how “she usually pays” I don’t know what was happening there, and all of a sudden, a girl came out of a stall and grabbed my shoulder, she was about 3 inches shorter than me with black hair and piercings, her eyes were red, she opened her mouth to talk but nothing came out, then she asked “hey please girl, I know we don’t know each other but please I beg you all I need is 15 bucks, please I have no money left, I need money I promise I`ll give you back your money really soon please” I looked at her pleading in front of me, she was about to cry, as if those 15 dollars were a life or death material, little did I know. I thought the same cliché way that anyone would think of I thought of the normal “she got bullied by another girl and had to give her money so she`d leave her and then she realized that she needs money for lunch or else she`ll starve” I nodded and said in a soft yet a scared voice “okay, give the money back whenever you want to” I handed her money, she looked very pleased and happy she ran back to the one of the stalls, about 5 minutes later she came out with another woman, both of them had brown carton boxes. I wondered what would the boxes contain, and the curiosity killed the cat, I don’t remember what was going on. I just remember that I was following the girl; I wanted to know what did she buy. I had so many questions to ask. I placed my ears on the door in order to hear what was going on, I heard nothing, just the voice of a box getting opened. I decided to do something I never thought I`d do, I opened the door. I saw the girl ...
Solomon was rapidly driving down the road on a dark, wet day. He was visibly angry and wore a scowl on his face, teeth clenched and eyes narrowed. Solomon heard an important message on his phone, so he reached behind his seat to grab it. While he was distracted, his truck slammed into a large pool of water in the road and hydroplaned into a metal guardrail. His truck smashed the guardrail and flipped twice before careening down a steep, muddy hill. Solomon closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, almost as if life had stopped for an instant. He briefly pondered over what had lead up to this event and how afraid he was of dying prematurely. This event is important because it illustrates an important message for many people, you never know
I bring my callous fingers swiftly down on my keyboard desperately typing to my newfound comrades, praying my warning is delivered before it is too late. I smash my pinky finger into the enter button, sending a quick jolt of pain through my hand, and sit anxiously waiting for it to appear on screen. My heart drops to my feet as I stare in horror at the sight of my ally being bombarded with attack after attack unable to even plead for help. I am too late.
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
I remember being woken up by my dad who was calling my name and telling me he had to take my mother to the hospital. He also made sure to tell me that my aunt had come to watch my brothers and I until they got back from the hospital. I left the warmth of my bed to go out into the hallway stepping on the cold wooden floor with my bare feet. From the dark unlit hallway I could see the flickering glow of the TV. Out of curiosity I immediately went to go see what my aunt was watching. When I got into the living room I saw her flipping through the channels until she suddenly came to a stop. A smile came across my aunt’s face as soon as she saw the movie title. She asked me if I wanted to watch the movie Chucky and I said yes. Although at the time I had no idea what the movie was about but if I did I would have never agreed to watch the movie.
In my wallet, I store dire personal items such as my lisence and some pictures. Among other things, I have my money, like everybody else, and certificates for stores. This summer, I went to the Keys with my family. I drove down there with my wallet and took it everywhere with me, like I would any other time. Well, when someone doesn't have pockets, then it is hard to keep their wallet right next to them at all times. I was carrying my wallet out from the hotel, along with my keys, and set both on top of the car. When I figured out that I needed the keys in order to get in the car and turn it on, I took them off the top of the roof, leaving my wallet behind. I sat in the car, car door open, waiting for my dad to make it to the car so we could all go to a diving area. Once he made it to the car, without thinking, I closed the door and started the car. I had been driving about half a mile before I realized that my wallet was no longer on my body. Immediately, I pulled the car over, and the next hour or so was spent looking for my wallet. All I could think about was what I would lose if I didn't find my wallet. The week before was my birthday, and I was given $60 to Best Buy and $50 to Auto Zone. Aside from that I had $3 in cash. While walking up and down the road that my wallet flew off on, my sister found my two Best Buy cards.
When I was around 8 years old, me and my sister a huge argument about us going somewhere(I don’t exactly remember the two places) and we both didn’t like where eachother wanted to go, so we were screaming throughout the whole entire house.This was not what we needed to be doing because as a kid, you always want something that your sibling doesn’t want to do. My parents were outside working on something in the garage when all of this was going down, so they were not able to hear us arguing and fighting. As we were arguing, my sister goes storming off to her room and starts to scream and that’s is when my parents heard the sound of the scream and came inside and see what happened. My parents heard my sister crying and knew that she as either very angry or upset so I knew they were going to talk to me first, but they wouldn’t be happy. My
Have you ever almost been killed or in a near death experience? Well I have, and I can personally tell you that it is not something that you ever want to do in your lifetime. It all happened about 5 years ago when I was in 3rd or 4th grade. I was 8 years old and, now that I really think about it, because I’m writing this paper, that was probably one of the worst, if not worst, days in my entire life. No, it probably was the worst day in my life.
I went down an alleyway, which was the quickest route to Starbucks, as I wanted to get there early to have my morning coffee with a little extra surprise just because it was my birthday. I went down happily minding my own business when a shiver went up my spine as if someone was walking over my grave. Then for a glimpse I saw someth...
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Asking my father for money or if he wanted to buy gum. My father would give them a dollar or buy few peices of gum. I notice my father face look unhappy and try hard to smile. I ask my mom " why does kids doing that?", my mother respond and explain to me that some families where very poor and the hole family would work to be able to survive, even if it ment to put there children to work. I can tell even my mother look sad. There was silent for a good while. My mother put on music to cheer up, that always