Essay on Cara at His Side

Imagine a town, a town that is devoid of any warmth and hospitality. It merely stands as a collection of apartments, houses, stores, restaurants, roads; a plethora of buildings all laid out in meticulous detail for a royal return that will never come. Large, vibrant red slogans with painted with the words “SALE,” only to be read by the dusty, stale wind. If you look up, you see a bicycle, a fine layer of dust slowly inching its way over the bike, chained to a rack, waiting for its owner to never return. Beyond the once-busy market is the town’s clock tower, frozen at quarter past four. Is this what our amazing God created this world for? Is this the meaning of every human life? Is the purpose of life for a lively town to be stripped of its skeleton of civilians, to be reduced

Murray describes a journey into an unknown Sawmill town. As he drives “through town” you experience the various aspects of life in a rural area and the observations he makes. From “lithe men working” on cutting down trees and making planks and “weatherboards” out of cut down logs. To women, “sweeping her front step” and doing other various jobs around the houses. You capture the emotion and loneliness being represented of the people living in the town “as you speed away” and the men sit their “thinking of the future”.

The few concrete houses had been built by families whose sons or fathers had gone south…” which made me feel like her village was a small cozy, beautiful place, but after the Taliban invaded it, its beauty had been destroyed.

The suffering of farmers caused them to lose money, crops, and their farm lands. Farmers have nowhere to go now that they have lost their farm land and no longer have any money. The farmers are suggesting on going to California to find work. The farmers lands will be destroyed with tractors and their houses will be tore down. Jim Casy and the Joad family go into the town to sell their belongings hoping to sell them for enough money that they can buy themselves are car to go to California. The family are in a used truck going to

I left Novi High School on a bright yellow school bus full of student council members. We passed large houses with gorgeous manicured lawns, and multiple cars in each driveway. I looked down to send a text to my friend, and before I knew it, the bus looked like it was in a whole different world. Everywhere I looked I saw abandoned houses covered in graffiti so thick you coundn’t see the brick. Boarded up buildings and neighborhood streets with houses so packed together you could reach out and touch your neighbor… if only every house was occupied and safe. The streetlamps were burned out, and every store had bars guarding their windows and doors. I was so involved in the scenery passing before my eyes, that I didn’t even notice the bus coming to a complete stop.

As I paid my visits to Elkton, a new town revealed itself. Elkton was dying. The sign on the hardware store had fallen on one side, the movie store had bankrupted and closed, and the tiny library was a pathetic joke. I never went back to the thrift store, I had thrown away my stuffed animals long ago, and the place stank of cheap cigarettes. Worst of all, the little house I had once lived in was dead and vacant. Weeds almost swallowed the "For Sale" sign at the road, and a green film grew over the siding. To me, Elkton reeked of decay and hopelessness. I hated the

In the Road, we see that the environment is completely destroyed. Everything is bleak and depressed just like the survivors. The people do not have

The leather furniture was cracked, and if the chairs were sat upon dust rose about one's thighs. The house seemed to be submerged in shadows as if it also refused to admit the light of the future. It had once been part of the most stylish street in town. Now it was surrounded with the cotton wagons and the gasoline pumps. It had obviously become an eyesore compared to once when it had been so beautiful.

His childhood home is one of the few in the neighborhood that hadn 't been abandoned after the incident. When families fled, fluidly like a stream of grief and fear, his father had stood his ground at the house he bought for his family years ago. Almost nobody wanted to move into abandoned perfectly painted houses, polished with vibrant hydrangea bushes and stained with ink-black tragedy. The property value had plunged like a bird shot from the sky, and the area was now a ghost town.

Burnt homes, flipped cars, destroyed shops were scattered. The uncertainty that had left her earlier returned at full force as they seemed to move away from the populated area. After about another ten minutes of driving, they came to a stop. ‘At be twenty doll’rs the old cab grunted out. Liana gave the grumpy old man the money and exited the car with her things. In front of her stood a gloomy, run-down ill maintained two story house. The house looked abandoned as if it held no life. The doors and windows were covered in a thick layer of dust. The window panels look rotten and ready to fall off at the slightest hint of a strong wind, ivy cling to the outer wall of the house. The land surrounding the house was filled with unkempt undergrowth.Liana urged herself forward and came to a halt in front of the dirty covered door. Taking a deep breath she reached out and knocked on the

The greatest Christian Apologist and martyr, in the turn of the second century, who stood firm in defending the belief of Christianity, was the great philosopher and early Christian apologist and martyr - Justin Martyr. Justin Martyr (100-165CE), was born in Samaria, near Jacob’s well, around turn of the century in modern day Palestine. Justin was a Gentile and well educated, who has traveled extensively in search for the life’s meaning in the philosophies of his day.

The dump prior to a massive dump fire served as home and work for thousands of families and individuals. Those who inhabited the toxic dump made it their home, source of income, and meals on which they survived. Some of the more fortunate who depended on the dump for income lived in tattered settlements surrounding the dump, built by the trash collected. Life in the dump on the account of one resident was a “living hell”.

In the Romano Pitesti case, Tickton-Jones’ Management Team is faced with a situation that is not altogether uncommon in the business world, in that some employees feel that members of the Sales staff are being given “special” treatment by the company. Romano’s actions have probably not been as bad as what has been described to Management, but due to the fact that employees are still trying to find their place in the new, combined company, any hint of “unfairness” is immediately put under a microscope by other employees, and therefore, Management will have to take some sort of action, in order to show the other employees that their concerns are being taken seriously.

It took very long, but by sunset, she recognized her farm and her fields. But it had been destroyed. The fields looked as if they had erupted, and her animals were missing. But her house was the saddest . . . it was gone. All her belongings were scattered everywhere.

Charles de Gaulle once said “Love is the strongest force in the world.” de Gaulle’s sentiment about love’s power holds true. In The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, love is the most powerful driving force. During this romantic novel, a man named Edmond Dantés gets falsely imprisoned for fourteen years. When he escapes as a rich man, he swears revenge on his enemies, but in the end, love prevents him from enacting several of his vengeful plans. A moral in The Count of Monte Cristo is that love is the strongest power in the world because it can stop revenge in its tracks and cause great joy.