I had to put my trust in Jesus that he was leading me down the right path. I couldn't dwell because I knew that I could never get my arm back. But as time passed I realized that the shark didn’t kill me, I could’ve died but I didn’t. That there were people out there that is less fortunate then me. I thought to myself this couldn't be the end, so I prayed and prayed for Gods help and direction.
At least, that was until you had that nightmare. You remember it, don’t you? It was the night you dreamed of me. I hadn’t known that you felt so bad about the crash. Not being in a physical form anymore, I can only drift in and out of places without any real anchor to any specific place; at times, the things I see are far from entertaining.
Of all people why did it have to be me? I'm not like David, I can't slay Goliath, and I'm not like Moses, I can't part the sea! So why, why Lord? Why me? I don't see what you see.
Sometimes the right thing to do is not always the best thing. This theme showed true on many separate occasions such as setting Jim free, Huck deciding not to send Miss Watson a letter, lying about who he was, and running away from Pap’s cabin in the woods. This setting also added a questioning mood to the novel. The mood was very neutral because the reader never knew what event was going to happen next. The ups and downs of the story starting when Huck arrived at the Phelps’ home, to the time they realized Jim was a “good nigger” was very unpredictable.
O’Brien describes his experience of killing a Vietnamese solider and describes him as “…a slim, dead, almost dainty young man of about twenty. He lay with one leg bent beneath him, his jaw in his throat, his face neither expressive nor inexpressive. One eye was shut. The other was a star-shaped hole” (O’Brien. 130).
Sleep will not be my friend tonight. The shadows leaping from every corner, surround my cell, they are waiting for me to close my eyes. I will lie down and watch as they creep closer and closer, until they smother me. I pray the baby will come tonight. Sorry, I fell to sleep.
Joseph Calcavecchia 10/23/10 Eng. 121 Ms. Gadsden Gettysburg It is the morning of July 1st 1863, it was a very cold day out, and the wind was blowing very hard against my tent. Old Jonas in the back was snoring so loud; I had thought he would wake the dead. I’ve been a worried sick all night without any sleep at all. I had heard word that my wife Margaret has come down with pneumonia and I wish I could be there to tend to her.
These two symbols of beauty and destruction are contrasted in the scene with the German officer talked about in the above paragraph. Szpilman is hiding in a building the is almost completely destroyed. This house is in ruin and has been reduced to ruble. despite the condition of the building in one of the
The other guys picked me up and brought me to what looked like an abandoned warehouse, but it was in the middle of nowhere. The room where we were smelled like a body had died in there. The walls were bloodstained. All of the men wore the same white collar shirt and black suit jacket with dark blue pants. “Why have you kidnapped me and brought me here?” I screamed in disgust.
This battle to me should be titled “Massacre of Wounded Knee”. It was a spine tingling event. This event causes sorrow and only sorrow. This event made me realize that one should listen entirely and not take anything into result quickly. A massacre means the unnecessary, indiscriminate killings of a large number of human beings or animals.