Alex's Self Sacrifice-Personal Narrative

Alex is a young man who seems to be very well educated but does something that gives him the allusion of a "nutcase." Since he seems to be well educated, Alex has probably lived most his life studying and staying in school to learn but never got a chance to experience life outside of his town.The book states that he had not talked to his parents for two years for reasons unknown and it could be suspected that he then realized that this was his chance to escape into the wilderness and live off the land for as long as he wanted to. He seems determined and excited to finally be out on his own which means that he wont give up easy and unfortunately might push himself past his limits and lead him to death. His lack of care about the rules of the

Also, identify his inner goal. What inner conflict does Alex have that he has to resolve. It’s not clear. What is clear is that there’s some conflict with his father. Identifying his external goal, as well as his inner objective will help make Alex a well-rounded, dimensional

-According to the recording this has been going on for some time now – Coulson tells Thor as soon as the recording has ended.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Alayne Karola Voss, she was a loving mother a dedicated worker and a woman who spent her life helping others.” The crowd was silent as the child of the deceased stood in the sand surrounded by loved ones. Many people came to pay tribute to the woman they adored, her body now severed from her soul and turned to ash. “My mother as all of you know a would not want today to be a day of tears and longing but rather a day of remembrance and joy. A day to gather and think of all the times you shared with her, good and bad.” A few small smiles spread throughout the blanket of black, as the waves washed up on the shore the woman dearly loved.

Sea gulls bickered on the warm, morning breeze over head. The waves lulled the vessel boat to-and-fro as it skimmed through Blackwater Bay. The water sparkled like sapphires, clear and bright under the sun. From the bow of the boat, Alayna peered out towards the Narrow Sea. Beyond the bay, adventure called her like a siren song. She longed to explore the lands beyond Westeros. However, this voyage wouldn’t ferry her towards that dream. She’d continue to dream of that journey. The schooner wouldn’t be sailing beyond the bay.

What if you were destined to save your town, would you be heroic enough? What is a hero? Campbell’s Heroic Journey, The Hobbit, and story/ film explains. My idea of a hero is being a person who sacrifices themselves for others, and doesn't think people are less worthy than themselves. The Heroic Journey describes that anyone can be a hero, examples of that would be The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, which is a story about a group of men go on a death defying journey to save the town. The other story is How to Train Your Dragon is similar with other supernatural events. Such as dragons and bugs. Despite having similar heroes, The Hobbit had a stronger Heroic Journey because there were more obstacles.

My mom and I were seated on red felt wooden chairs in the opera box above downstage right; basking in the anticipation of the start of the musical. The smell of the theater was musty, almost like a library. It even had those rays of dust and light that you see in old libraries. Looking onward, I saw the monitor in which Alex Lacamoire, the conductor, directs the actors and musicians. Closer to the balcony, huge metal spotlights hung, all containing the magical power to change a minimalist wooden stage into a bar, then a field, then a closed room in a restaurant, and finally the Weehawken dueling grounds. The feeling of excitement and glee was palpable. I looked at my mother, whose eyes were glued to the stage. In that dim lit arena of instruments,

Characterized as a lively boy, Alexander most commonly played soldiers with his friends, Alex being the “commander” and his friends the “Troops”. “No matter how much he asked of them, he invariably asked twice as much from himself” (Wise 15). The boys themselves “Instinctively admired his enthusiasm, his imagination and his fearlessness and were willing to obey his commands and to undertake whatever strenuous adventures he planned for them” (Wise 15). His teacher at the time said, “ It seemed impossible to believe that a mere six-year-old boy could possess such an active and mature mind.” (Wise 13). The age of twelve,when his mother ended up dying, his brother James was six. Attaining a job at eleven, Alex learned how to support his family; contradictory to this, the separation from his brother a few years later occurred when his

Two years ago I would never have thought that he would be dead now and that she would be happily smitten by somebody else.

Last month, I asked a student named Kris in my government class to be my partner for a group project. After I asked him, he looked at me with a blank expression, My heart was racing with the anticipation of his answer. I thought to myself, “This was a mistake, I should not have done this.” Then, as soft as a whisper, he said “sure.” I was not sure what to do next. Awkwardly, I nodded and went back to my seat.

I can still remember everything from the first day of the outbreak. We were sitting next to each other on the couch, like we did every night. The television was playing something that I wasn’t watching and we were both dozing off to sleep when an emergency broadcast started. The presenter on the screen reported of a virus that had evolved from only infecting insects to infecting humans. She talked about words like ‘apocalypse’ and ‘zombies’ only the host of the virus turns numb and mindless, not much like the zombies from our movies we watch together.

We all hope we are altruistic to some extent, but scarcely we actually are. When she found out her long time friend was struggling with drug addiction Alex exhibited true selflessness. Though Alex was struggling to make ends meet she decided to help Lukas get clean and get his life back together, even if that meant she'd lose almost everything. Lukas didn't have anywhere to live so

Dido, in this essay, I wish not only to encourage your writing of the aforementioned, but also to bestow upon you a unique perspective. Life is something, which we may never fully understand and that is why we must do our best to make sense of it. One must learn to listen not only to their thoughts, but conterminally, the thoughts of others. Why? Because by listening to the thoughts of others, we can build upon our differences in opinion and find truth in places of necessity. These truths which I speak of can only be known if others are willing to listen. Alexander, is one of those people who are willing to listen, for you are his grandfather. Since, you are unfortunately

There are two kinds of people in this world: there's the people that are able to avoid hitting traffic cones, and then there's me. I've found underwear in my lunchbox. Face wash in my locker. My phone in the fridge. Now don't get me wrong, I'm usually a pretty organized person, but on occasion I find my things in places they typically don't belong with no recollection of them getting there. 9 times out of 10, that's perfectly okay. But the tenth time, when I pulled up into my driveway with a traffic cone suctioned to the front of my car, that was definitely NOT okay. I honestly couldn't tell you exactly how it happened, all I know is that at some point between my high school parking lot and my home, I hit a traffic cone so hard that it got stuck to my car. Since the incident, I have become a much better driver, but my friends will all tell you that I will never be able to look at a traffic cone the same way again. It has become something of a joke- the amount of photos of traffic cones that have been sent to me by my friends and family is absurd, but I can't say that it's a bad thing. I took that situation as a lesson learned to be a more careful driver, and made light of it. I

Have any of your family feuds gone out of hand? I still remember the hot summer day in 2010. I was eight years old and just wanted to swing. Earlier that day, my mother drove my sister Passion (who was twelve years old), my brother Franklin (who was ten years old), and I to my Aunt Rosa’s house. We arrived at the same time as my cousins, Jowell (who was nine years old), Kianna (who was eight years old), and Henrique (who was seven years old).