Once upon a time, there was a courageous dog named Musket. He was a german shepherd puppy with brown and black fur, and had paws the size of freshly picked apples in Autumn. He had a large, pointy nose and long perky ears. It was the first day of the year 2018, and Musket woke up from a long nap, only to realize that his life took a turn for the worst; Musket’s owner, Lucas, was nowhere to be found. Panic and sadness overwhelmed him and a tear formed that dripped on the tile floor beneath him.
Therefore, apologizing is the correct thing to do when you inconvenience anybody because it allows others to feel respected and valued.
My personal Artifact is a baseball my son and I caught at the Giants game. It is white, round, has red stitches, and is smooth when new, but when we caught it it was beat up and the blue writing on it was smeared. A baseball is small and light in size. It can be thrown at speeds up to 100 MPH, or hit at at speeds higher than 100MPH, so when playing the game or watching you should be paying attention at all times. A baseball is made of a rubber or cork center, wrapped in yarn very tight, covered by white leather with red stitching around the out side, making it a very hard ball.
The Pad is a burger place in north Topeka. The Pad has been in the same place for the last forty or so years. It is a medium sized building with its sign out front being a rocket ready to launch. Most days The Pad is not that crowded, but always has a good amount of people there. Many families have been going to The Pad for generations.
Next, a couple of days my Stepbrothers came over and just hung out and ate dinner with us. One day my Stepbrothers came over and surprised me with going to a Sports Arena to go play games and go play Laser Tag together. I thought that the Laser Tag was really fun and easy because the other team was all little kids and the team that I was on was all big kids. My little sister had fun too. She brought her friend to play in a play area and also played many games too.
“What’s that thing on your face?” was the first thing I heard when meeting a new kid for the first time. Although this type of greeting is generally considered rude, I was never ashamed of my birthmark. My mother had convinced me that it was an “angel kiss”, and that very few babies had the privilege of being kissed by an angel. Those who were, would have a mark forever. At first glance I looked pretty normal as a young boy: two eyes, a nose, a mouth--the usual, but as I met other kids, I realized that they were staring at the bright red birthmark that dominated the left side of my face.
“ I know it seems hard sometimes but remember one thing. Through every dark night, theres a bright day after that, So no matter how hard it gets, stick your chest out keep your head up and handle it” Words of Tupac Shakur. I’m 19 years old and my life has been a roller coaster. Ive had some good times but mostly bad times. Im at a point in life where I want to start fresh and better my life..
A Profession of Arms is an experience a person can’t truly understand if they never served in any type of militarize organization. Those who served must understand the culture, the history and they always have a reason why they volunteered. They must follow a certain code of conduct and discipline which often make them look or behave differently among others. I joined the Army for the transformation and to do something different comparing the friends that I grew up with. When I graduated from Basic and AIT my friends noticed the changes that occurred in my life when I returned home.
I remember the click of a rifle cartridge being loaded into an AK-47 outside of Chu Lai. That instant I felt an urge to dive for cover. I didn’t even think about it, I just dived over purely by instinct, one that was never taught during training. It just happened in that moment, just as a spray of bullets were fired in our direction.
The room looked like an examination room you see at the doctors, sterile and plain. I was expecting it to be similar to Claire’s where I got my ears pierced in 2nd grade. I sat on top of the bed and began to breathe in and out slowly to prepare myself for what was about to happen. The piercer pulled out an alcoholic wipe and began to wipe my nose on both the inside and out to make sure it was clean. Afterward, she pulled out a sharpie marker and asked me which side of my nose I would like my piercing on.
I am that kid. You know that kid. I am that kid who sings, but hates listening to their own voice. I loathe hearing the sound in videos and recordings.
Rushing to pack my clothes in my suitcase while I wonder why I have so many; it was my mom’s bright idea to use three. I don 't know if I should bring all these clothes. I 'm sure I won 't even wear half of it, but I mean just in case right? I like to always be prepared for whatever scenario, even if it’s something absolutely ridiculous. For example, if I go in the jungle and need my machete.
In December my friend had just come home from the marines on leave. We had recently planned on going to get tattoos and we picked our tattoos and went and got them. My tattoo is about hunting and describes my life really well. After a few days had past and the break was coming to a end I was wondering what people would think of me? I had heard story 's of people getting looked down on because they have a tattoo or not being able to get a job because they have ink on them.
Blood. There was so much blood. The images of their bloody, mutilated bodies will haunt my nightmares. Their horrible gut-wrenching screams are still echoing in my head.
They didn't need much other than a sincere apologize. I tried to initiate the confrontation in person for the conflict when possible, allowing me to use the strategies I learned in the book. They also wanted to know what I was thinking at the time, since both my conflicts (those I seeked forgiveness from) were forms of miscommunication or misinterpretation. d. Tell the other person what you need from her or
