There was no possibility of seeing anyone that day. It was raining. The weather was non negotiable. The people who dared to step foot outside had regretted their decisions to do so. Although I was perturbed by the event, I was glad as well. The weather had never been my friend. I always came home with some sort of damage that could only be traced back to nature’s will. It was the middle of Autumn, and the leaves had begun to fall from their longtime homes. People held the superiority against most creatures. Unlike most, I was humbled by my inferiority against them. I gathered myself and my belongings around the fire set out upon myself in the drawing room. For the most part, I was bedridden; on the bright side of the situation, I could still move. At one moment in my life, I actually thought I could have been happy. I was in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition. I did this to appear as if I actually had some life inside of myself. I was excluded from most privileges that were intended for normal, content children. But all was fine. …show more content…
There were so many places that I wanted to go to, but they were all too far away. I started to read a book, The Speckled People: A Memoir of a Half-Irish Childhood, “Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it 's not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you 've been to. I 'm not afraid of being homesick and having no language to live in. I don 't have to be like anyone else. I 'm walking on the wall and nobody can stop me.” I believe that the physical borders between our countries are only the mental borders that stop us from
As a American society we assume that we can shut people out, that includes trying to intimidate by using a border wall, yet this will stop no one with the mentality to survive. Gonzalez shares a conversation he had with a Coyote, in which the coyote humorously made fun of the wall and how weakly it was built, he also said that regardless of the obstacle he’s still going to keep moving immigrants across. Gonzales also explains that those who are seeking the north risk their lives believing that one day they’ll make it, regardless of age, sex, or motive. Everyone's motives are different, some seek a better life away from the corrupt government they come from, while others are just mothers, fathers, sons, and children seeking their loved ones who were separated by the
Now nathaniel had returned healthy. Things are getting better than they were before the sickness every minute of every day. “The driver and a women dressed in country clothes were gently helped a frail woman with gray in her hair step out of the carriage. She leaned heavily on their arms. When her feet where on the ground, she raised her face to us.
After lunch the skies got dark and we were going to encounter some rain in the next couple of hours. We were finishing the last of our pickings and started to pack up. We rushed to our village and stayed in our homes till the storm passed. We’ve had many of storms like this one before so it wasn't noting but a breeze that flowed through the village.
Today something amazing happened. Nature opened my eyes, dusted the dirt off my pants, and kissed me on the cheek, all with one breath. The sensation was beyond beautiful. It was afternoon and the sun was just beginning to set. The clouds were there dancing in the blue sky, but they were faint.
A week later, I left home with the mules and the wagon. The ride took place in a rough countryside, which consisted of mostly woods. Here and there you would see a farm or a barn in the middle of a field. What I liked best about the ride was that the beauty of nature was all around us; hawks soaring in the sky, streams flowing, etc. Close to nightfall was when we finally arrived at Stanardsville.
The first week was one of excitement for the town, a type of hope I did not bother to understand. Then, slowly as the weeks stretched on, more and more of the townspeople left. The pureness of January’s snowfalls were evaporated by the devilish wind, the overcast of angels blotted out my much-needed sun, and all that remained was the moist, melancholy earth below, bare of vegetation, bare of life, and soon bare of sanctity. The wind, I reasoned, brought some unexplainable curse. Those months, years perhaps, were an illusion.
The roads became more broken down. Suddenly the beeping of the cars startled my thoughts and my world unfroze. I felt the droplets accumulating under my eyes. Tears began rolling down my face. It was at that moment that I realized how honored I was to have everything
You see this struggling young funky fresh rapper right here. He’s me. Once I had it all, a palace, a butler, and a lobster shaped hot tub. But that all changed when I met... Snoop Dogg.
We were parked outside petco to pick up a few things before our long drive to Claremont. I was sitting at the back seat, trying to make myself comfortable. I was careful not squish Tonks who decided to curl up next to carrier and take a nap. She had been mewling a few minutes ago, anxious to get out of her cat carrier and have a look around. Tonks is only a few months old so she’s still curious kitten.
she didn’t have her epuimemt, her backup singers of condo made for this. She rushed through “Modern Girl.” Okay close enough, Tabitha said and heaved her box of bars, water and the swatch of the dress. She went back down to the lobby, checking for Fisher.
Social Justice The poem ‘Borders’ by Tara Evonne Trudell relates to a current social justice issue by highlighting what it is like to live in a country that segregates. Trudell explains that the border is an obstacle that tells us what to do. It tells us how to act, where to live, and even tells us to separate from our roots. It keeps families apart; it causes death by being trigger happy and it prevents people from living naturally.
Suddenly, the band hushed, and an anticipatory silence coated the concert hall. Pressed against the cold silver mouthpiece, my lips tensed. Caressing the brass delicately, my left hand slithered down the side of the baritone, shadowing the delicacy of the silence. My right hand settled its fingers on the valves, expectant, awaiting its cue to perform. Breaking into a sweat, my face basked in the intensity of the stage lights.
As the German-British sociologist Ralf Dahrendorf said: "A world without a border is a desert; a world with closed borders is a prison; freedom thrives in a
The Horrible Sight Have you ever been scared and felt bad at the some time? Well, if you haven’t, I have a story that you might want to listen to. One spring day, my friend Aaron and I were playing video game,s and I decided to go play outside.
The sun was blazing hot and the air felt extremely sticky. I felt my clothing latching on me like peanut butter and jelly. Although I felt uncomfortable and needed a hot shower, it still did not stop me from having a great day. As I walked along the lumpy street full of pot holes, my eyes began to blur. The sun was shining so bright that I could barely see where I wanted to go.