Unforgettable Hours Today’s snowy weather brought back a memory from my childhood. I still remember those horrible hours and I will remember it every time we get a snowstorm. I was a little girl who did not exceed the ten years yet. I was the bravest of my other three sisters even if two of them were older. Back in the 1990’s my father decided to visit his cousin who was returning to his hometown “Homs” for the first time in decades. My father drove the whole family from Damascus to Homs in the beginning of December. When we left that morning, the weather was cloudy and cold. The closer we got to Homs the temperature dropped. I remember everyone in the car was laughing when …show more content…
The car moved so slowly among the heavy snow. The curvy road was almost empty of cars. It was dubious looking, a very dark, dreary, and dismal night. I looked at my father who drove so carefully that he could not speak to us, as the situation was so critical. My mother understood the situation as severe weather kept us frightened. I noticed her praying for our safety. All of the sudden the car slid and everyone started to scream. I remember my younger sister crying and asking to go home. I thought it was the end of life. After that horrible moment the silence captured all of us. Fear clutched our hearts. Despite the miserable situation, my father was a strong man, brave, insisting to resist angry nature. However, things became unexpected when he figured out that he took the wrong road. He continued driving until we noticed a light coming from a small place on the side of the road. Luckily, it was an old fashioned gas station. No one was there my father was knocking on the door when a man with a scarf on his face opened the metal door. The man was talking using gesturing right and left, then all of the sudden he and Dad walked toward the car and asked us to go inside that small gas station building. Back then, there weren’t any cellphones, only landlines. He offered us some of his tea, but he didn’t have enough cups so we ended up sharing the only three cups in the place. He kept us there for an hour until the storm settled down. My father filled the
The freezing wind had chilled my hand to the bone. Even as I walked into my cabin, I shivered as if there was an invisible man shaking me. My ears, fingers, toes, and noes had turned into a pale purple, only starting to change color once I had made a fire and bundled myself in blankets like ancient Egyptians would do to their deceased Pharaohs. The once powdered snow on my head had solidified into a thin layer of ice. I changed out of the soaking wet clothes I was wearing and put on new dry ones. With each layer I became more excited to go out and start snowboarding. I headed for the lift with my board and my hand. Each step was a struggle with the thick suit of snow gear I was armored in.
An example of the cycle followed by her father, his father, and his father before him is told when Blunt recalls a major blizzard in December 1964 that trapped the family and some neighbors in their small homestead. She unemotionally describes how her father simply proceeded to go through the motions of keeping the pipes from freezing, calmly accepting the fact that he could do nothing as the storm progressed and he could not prevent loss of a of their livestock. Or how when he first ventured out to check on the animals in their nearby barn and nearly lost his way back in whiteout conditions. Later, when the storm passed, she told of playing amongst the frozen corpses of the cattle, jumping from ribcage to ribcage, daring her older brother and sister to cut off pieces of the animals, all with the calm acceptance that this was so normal, nothing strange about it.
I rushed out of the bedroom confused. I began to realize what was going on. I ran to where I last saw her and she was not there. Never before I felt my heart sank. My eyes filled with tears. I dropped to my knees and felt the cold white tile she last swept and mopped for my family. I look up and around seeing picture frames of of her kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren smiling. I turn my head to the right and see the that little statue of the Virgin Mary, the last gift we gave her. I began to cry and walked to my mother hugging her. My father walked dreadfully inside the house. He had rushed my great grandmother to the hospital but time has not on his side. She had a bad heart and was not taking her medication. Later that morning, many people I have never seen before came by to pray. I wandered why this had to happen to her. So much grief and sadness came upon
In the book Unbroken there is a boy named Louie who was a problematic child. Fortunately he grew out of those habits and became and really good runner who went to the Olympics. After the Olympics the war was going on and all young men had to join the military. Louie was a bomber and on a rescue mission he had a crash and him and the other members were stranded at sea until they got rescued by the Japanese. There in Japan he spent several painful years as a POW but eventually became free. So there are many incidents and events that reveal Louie as a brave, intelligent, and heroic man.
Unbroken is a story of survival during World War 2. The author, Laura Hillenbrand, describes how it was for Louis Zamperini to pull through beatings, tormenting, and just being able to breathe. This book is a nonfiction story on the life of a air force soldier whose plane, the Green Hornet, crashed into the Pacific Ocean.
(6) The suddenness of the winter storm caught people by surprise. A roar “like an approaching train” was all the warning the storm gave. (130) The roaring wind and snow brought darkness and dropping temperatures. The people who were inside when the blizzard struck faced a dilemma. Staying inside and doing nothing seemed “heartless,” but going into the storm “on a rescue mission was likely to be fatal to the rescuer and useless to the lost.” (143) The people who were unfortunate enough to be away from home, whether they were at school or working with their livestock, had to make a difficult decision. They could either risk trying to make it home or chance it out and stay where they were. Schoolteachers had to decide whether to send the children home or keep them at the school. If anyone ventured outside, he or she risked frostbite, hypothermia, and likely
One main idea of this book was that with the right mindset anything is possible. This is proven in the book when Louie is in the concentration camp and has to hold up a large piece of wood while having the Japanese guards stare at him. This shows that he had the mindset that he could outlast the guards and that he could overcome any obstacles in life.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
Unbroken by Lauren Hillenbrand is written about the perspective of a young Olympic runner named Louis Zamperini. He is from Torrance, California. Life for him was normal until the he was called into service for his country. It was then when one of his most unforgettable experiences developed.
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
captive by a sheath of frost, as were the glacial branches that scraped at my windows, begging to get in. It is indeed the coldest year I can remember, with winds like barbs that caught and pulled at my skin. People ceaselessly searched for warmth, but my family found that this year, the warmth was searching for us.
The snow that was predicted to be several inches by the end of the weekend quickly piled up to around eight inches by that evening. At times, the snow was falling so heavily you could hardly see the streetlights that glistened like beacons in a sea of snow. With the landscape draped in white, the trees hangi...
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
The moment we stepped foot into the hospital, I could hear my aunt telling my mother that “he is in a better place now”. At that moment, something had already told me that my dad was deceased; it was like I could feel it or something. I felt the chills that all of a sudden came on my arms. As my mother and grandmother were both holding my hand, they took me into this small room. The walls were white, and it had a table with four tissue boxes sitting on the top. My other grandmother was there, and so were my two aunts, my uncles, and
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...