Stand by me We all arrived at the bridge, there was a moment of silence. We stared at the decrepit bridge and the surroundings. The bridge was about 200 meters long, underneath the bridge was a river and the water looked deep, reflecting the colours of the sky. Between the railways, there were wooden planks had exposed spaces between them; a wrong step, and your whole leg could go through the space between the planks. There was a long moment of silence then Teddy said with confidence “ well am going to cross the bridge, am not going to waste three hours taking the other route when we can cross the bridge and be at our destination in 15 mins”. I looked at Chris then Vern waiting on them to make the next move. Chris replied “I agree, …show more content…
Teddy and Chris took the lead there were at least 50 meters or even more between us. Everytime Vern looked back at me I could see the terror in his face, his face was pale, looked as if his had been ill for days. Everytime his arm went on one of the planks he took a pause, cautiously looking at the next plank and testing if it was stable. I was still watching Vern but my mind elsewhere, thinking about what we would do if the train comes… At this point I was getting very frustrated at Vern, he was crawling so slowly, if he was to be walking at this point we could have been right behind Chris and Teddy. Vern took a quick pause, then rushed his arm between the wooden planks where the gaps were. I looked from the side to see what he was trying to stretch for, it was his yellow comb. It was moving from side to side, the wind wasn’t strong but it was strong enough to make us tilt from side to side. Vern looked up at me and said “I lost the comb”. I said “forget it Vern, we haven’t got the time for it”. I bent down one last time to feel the metal bars, I felt hotter than the last time I checked also I felt a bit of a vibration, but I took it as my
Halfway up it was beginning to look doubtful, the wind was picking up and everyone was getting out rain gear to prepare for the storm. I voiced my doubts to Phil and he said we might as well keep going until the lighting got too close. So we did. The thunder grew in volume and the echoes magnified the noise to a dull roar sometimes. Then suddenly it began to ebb. The wind died down and lightening came less frequently. I exchanged relieved looks with Phil after a bit, but kept the pace up--I didn’t want to take chances. Eventually it hit us, but by then it was nothing more then a heavy rain. We kept moving, if slower, and made it over the ridge with no other problems. That night I enjoyed the meal a little more and slept a little deeper realizing how much is important that easily goes unnoticed until something threatens to take it away.
To really understand someone's point of view, you have to walk in their shoes. People cast blame without knowing the whole truth. Sometimes the truth is that the person blamed is as innocent as a mockingbird. In To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee, Atticus Finch is used to teach us good behaviors such as, being a committed and loving father, treating everyone fairly and equally, and standing behind his beliefs.
where do they go after that? Notice how the bridge is also the main focus? It is the first thing I
There is truly a fine line between physical discipline and abuse, and many times in the black community, that line is crossed. This topic is centered on discussions found in both Brittney Cooper’s article published on The Salan entitled “The Racial Parenting Divide” and Ta-Nehisi Coates’ novel “Between The World and Me” . Both parallel one another in the ideas exhibited in their pieces. The article written by Cooper confesses the often times TOO authoritative parenting style that black parents use to discipline their children while Between the World and Me gives a first hand acknowledgement of that. Coates’ life testimonials throughout Between the World and the examples given by Cooper in her article both serve as a prime example to the fine
To begin the decision making process the narrator “look[s] down one as far as [he] could” (line 4). The narrator does this to see all of the potential future outcomes of making this decision, but he can only see so much “to where [the road] bent in the undergrowth,” (line 5). The narrator then takes to the other road as it may have “the better claim,” (line 7). He is still uncertain of which choice is the better option and also states “the passing there / had worn them really about the same,” (lines 9-10). This indicates that there is not one clear correct choice in this
A rare sighting of an honest portrayal of black life was originally published in 2015 by a man named Ta-Nehisi Coates. This book, Between the World and Me, is a warning to Coates’s son about the world around him and what that could mean for his future. There are examples of news reports dedicated to showing that “The Dream” does not exist the way “white America” believes it exists and analogies enhanced by detailed news reports and blunt personal experiences that both Coates’s and his son have witnessed. Coates leaves a detailed message to his readers about what it is like to be black in a country where everyone “believes themselves to be white.” He appeals to the emotions of readers with factual evidence and personal, unapologetic opinion in order to make his point clear, “white America”
Lauren Gunderson’s I and You takes place in the seemingly trivial setting of a teenage bedroom; however, upon further speculation the simplicity of a bedroom transforms into a profound symbol of unity. I and You, is a story of two people, Anthony and Caroline, who need each other on many levels, mentally, emotionally, and physically. Initially, Anthony needs Caroline to help him with his school project, and Caroline needs Anthony to leave. As the play progresses their needs change, from selfish needs to selfless needs, and after a series of heated arguments and vulnerable conversations, it’s revealed that Caroline is under anesthesia and Anthony died earlier that day. Caroline is having a liver transplant, and Anthony is her donor. Everything that happens over the course of the play is merely a representation of their physical connection as they become one person. As I and You become I. Caroline’s bedroom represents her body;
I knew taking this shortcut was a mistake, yet I didn't think I had enough strength to keep climbing this monumental cliff with the others. The humidity was affecting my vision and the ground now started to spin. The muscles in my legs felt
Life is fragile, everything that knows life will eventually meet death; it is impossible to mention one without the other. Humans have grasped the concept of life and death more so than any other species, yet we still consider it one of the great unknowns. All man knows in regards to life, he learns from his experiences with death. Man can look to many classic and religious texts searching for the meaning of life, but the only way one can truly learn it is through experience. To many, finding happiness means first coming to terms with the finite stretch of life one has and then making the most of it. Many films try to breach the subject of the preciousness of life, but only a few seem to hit as deeply as ones told through the eyes of a child.
The bridges of Königsberg posed a problem not many, if any, had ever considered before. At first, their question was, could all seven bridges be crossed once and only once in order to reach each land mass? But soon it became, could all bridges such a path take place in any network of bridges anywhere? The answer was unsure, though none could succeed in the task, until Leonard Euler, a genius of the eighteenth-century, proposed his solution to the problem...
Quinn, R. (2008). Building the Bridge As You Walk On It. In J.L. Pierce, & J.W. Newstrom (Eds). The Manager’s Bookshelf (pp 233-236). Upper Saddle River, NJ: Pearson
Reading this quote made me think about my Kakum National Park experience. I had different elements of my own bridge-crossing. One thing I learnt from this experience is that it doesn’t matter who comes with you or who helps you once you cross, in the long run, you will walk that bridge alone .
Wait. Be still. Don't go over the line. Don't let go. Wait for it. "BANG!" My reactions were precise as I sprung out of the blocks. The sun was beating down on my back as my feet clawed at the blistering, red turf. With every step I took, my toes sunk into the squishy, foul smelling surface, as my lungs grasped for air. Everything felt the way it should as I plunged toward my destination. I clutched the baton in my sweaty palms, promising myself not to let go. My long legs moved me as fast as I could go as I hugged the corner of the line like a little girl hugging her favorite teddy bear. The steps were just like I had practiced. As I came closer to my final steps, my stomach started twisting and my heart beat began to rise. The different colors of arrows started to pass under my feet, and I knew it was time.
I quickly hopped off the train afraid the doors would shut on me. I walked up the stairs cautiously with Duke in my arms and recalled the homeless man sleeping on the floor in the same spot. I stopped and watched him sleep peacefully and remembered how Jimmy would tease him by poking his back whenever he was asleep.
...e became more and more overcome with suspense and anticipation. Before we plunged to the bottom, we noticed a kayak broken in two pieces. It had been caused by a collision with a boulder, at the bottom of the fall. We were scared to death, because we thought we would hit it and flip over. However, with the help of our fast-thinking and skillful guide, we were able to make it down the fall safely. All the action was over, so we let out a sigh of relief and allowed our nerves to relax.