This would be considered now as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and at the time nobody knew how to truly help him with his problem especially on the reservation. Lyman gives Henry the convertible to hopefully cheer Henry up somehow. And from there Henry makes repairs and improves a tad bit. Henry finally finishes and asks Lyman if he’d like to take a ride with him in the car. Before their departure their little sister took pictures of them, and when translated into the
I was fumbling through my purse trying to find my license, and then though my glove box for my registration, it felt like it took forever. I was terrified, thinking I have just ruined my entire day. Why did I have to get pulled over today? I was driving South down M-13 not paying attention to how fast I was going, I was
I don't know why his Levi's always bleached like that, along the seams and at the knees.” (Tallent) Since he has a wife and a young mistress, he has no need to care about his look. Also, Jack is a selfish person who only cares about himself. Usually, cheaters do not look out for others but themselves. He demonstrates it in several ways. “I was sitting beside him scratching at the lock, which didn't seem to want to work, when he thought he saw his wife's Cadillac in the distance, coming toward us.
Fifteen By William Stafford To many people, young men in particular, a motorcycle represents the rebellious, independent freedom parental authorities do not wish them to have. “Fifteen” shows the agony of a boy so eager to have freedoms afforded to a sixteen year old that he is tempted to ride the crashed motorcycle. But, some how he is able to resist, and do the more adult thing. Connecting the bike to its owner. The temptation starts with the motorcycle just sitting in the tall grass with no owner in site.
The kids in my neighborhood were out running around and playing games whiles I was outside in the back yard jumping on the trampoline. I was an only child so I didn’t have any brothers or sisters to play with so I had to keep myself busy for the most part. A few months back my parents had bought me a really pretty bright pink princess bike for my birthday, I was so excited at the time I road it everywhere I went. Then after a while I started feeling like a little kid because I still had training wheels on and everyone else in my neighborhood didn’t, so I quit riding it because I wasn’t ready at the time to take the training wheels off. I was determined to learn to ride that bike that summer without any training wheels.
During my first week of college, I made the poor and juvenile decision to run away from the police. Not only did I run, but also when I was caught they found my fake ID in my wallet. The night began as an innocent ritual, but escalated into something very dangerous and wrong very quickly. I ran from something that police would not have even been mad about. It is never a good idea to carry a fake ID or run from the cops because of the many dangers (Potentially Fatal) that stray along with these acts.
I didn’t really text and drive, instead I was always looking through my music playlists to listen to music while driving. When my parents found out I was doing this they got angry and explained how I should set my music before driving. Of course I’d always just agree to what they said so they wouldn’t take away the privilege of me getting to drive my car. Even after hearing my parents every day tell me not to use my phone while driving I would. Using my phone while driving was becoming a habit.
I was not sure what happened, but I knew something was stuck. My bike was much too painful to ride home, so the only option left was to mosey on back. Next, after the seemingly endless and agonizing walk back, my destination had been reached. As I walked up my driveway and threw my bike aside I cried for my mom to come out. I explained to her what happened and that there was something lodged in my left cheek.
The average Joe is sitting in his Honda on Interstate 65 when his cell phone goes off. Of course, hearing the recognizable text message vibration or ringtone creates curiosity, so Joe thinks, “Maybe it is my friend telling me about a change of plans for tonight, or parents, or something is wrong?” Although traffic looks like it is going to be moving soon and knowing that it would only take a few seconds to respond, Joe does. Before he knows it, the Blazer in front of him stops too fast, causing the grill of Joe’s Honda to hit the back end of the Blazer. Texting behind the wheel is dangerous because it takes the driver’s eyes off the road and lowers the driver’s mental focus. Five seconds is the average time your eyes are off the road while texting.
I saw crimes committed, drug selling and violence. However, because of the manner in which my parents raised me I didn’t travel that path and was able to steer away from the negativity that I was exposed to for 23 years of my life while living there. When I was 12 years old, three black kids stole my bicycle at knife point. I became so scared of black people. I had not told my parents what happened but one day my Father noticed that there was something wrong when I was walking down the street with him and asked him if we could cross the street because I saw a couple of black kids walking towards us on that same street.