Clifford Roberts: A Short Story

As I sat down in a room with my favorite drummer, Rhett Noland, I had pre existing thoughts I would learn new drum skills, hear about tour life, and get advice about performing. Instead, all those things were blown out the window. What I aquired from this classroom was more important to me than any rudiment or drum fill, or any advice someone else could have given me. What I learned in this classroom in a sense “woke me up” and gave me a realization about what I am here on Earth for. Rhett told me about how he used to be an alcoholic. How he used to not even be able to go to work without a drink. How destructive drinking was. How miserable he was. There was a paradigm shift in the room immediately after he told us that now, he had been sober for 23 months.

United States judge Irving R. Kaufman once said, “The judicial system is the most expensive machine ever invented for finding out what happened and what to do about it.” Over the course of the United States, the Supreme Court has decided issues which have a great impact on future generations. The leader of this court needs to have intricate understanding of the United State Constitution and judicial system. By holding many different roles in the judicial process,

“Boom.” The clock is ticking. You have 5 more minutes to complete this practice test. Your eyes are burning and your head is sweating profusely. You say to yourself “2 more questions and I will be finished.” 2.5 minutes left. “Think, think, think”, you say. 30 seconds left. “ I understand now… #47 is B and 49 is A.” Time’s up! You hand in your paper hoping for the best. This is the life of me,myself, and I, George Roberts. I am happy to be able to share with you my academic history, the struggles I have been through, the accomplishments I have made, and how all of these will help me reach my goals for the future.

When: During his high school years’ he became an activist for disability rights. He was given the position of Director of the California Department of Vocational Rehabilitation in 1976 by the United States governor. In 1983, he was the cofounder of the World Institute on Disability.

Oh how he missed Eden . Yet before the his eyes could feast on the girl he so missed, Westley noticed something inconceivable. A barrage of pirate vessels in the distance. Skull and crossbones flown on each ship, shrouding the sea in a deep black shadow. Suddenly, the pirate general emerged, as if this one ship pillaged time itself. “King Black Beard” It seemed his name slid off every man's tongue on Wesley's ship, as if the words were heavy ash, leaving a swell of smoke in one's mouth. Battle alarms silenced the brave soldiers, yet they were one ship vs many. Defeat was inevitable. Nothing could stop the band of marauders from destroying the ship. It seemed no one would survive. For each soldier had heard the pirates policy, NO PRISONERS. A single shot was fired, and then suddenly a clash of bullets followed. The Unsinkable was lost to the great blue

A shotgun? [He pulls it out of Don's hand.] Good Lord - will anybody think a

How would you feel if everything you worked for in life, was left to rot?

“I’ll check their guard post one more time. Maybe they had to take a bathroom break or get some fruit, but I’ll find them.”

It was late in the evening on September 3rd in Cassopolis, Mi when Dave Weiss a truck puller known as dynamite dave came up to the sled to pull. No one could have guessed what was going to happen that tragic night but like all surprises this one was a real shock. This is the story of the night Dave Weiss died doing what he loved to do. I will tell you now that this isn’t a story of how he died in a big crash, boom, or bang with guns blazing this is simple and just sad to hear for some.

“I hadn’t considered that, but I don’t know that I have the authority to order the Marines to escort me to Fredericks.”

Once Sherlock hit the light switch, all hell loose, women and men cringed while trying their best to scramble out of harm’s way, as streaks of fiery smoke engulfed the stale air. When the smoke cleared, half the patrons were either dead or badly injured.

Furthermore, there was no way of telling what things had been truly refused, when so little he supposed came by that out of fear most of it had to be taken and kept, and what had simply, perhaps tragically, been lost.

Hendricks eyebrows to ask whether all them are a variety or if they maybe hiding something.

The sort of uncontrollable keening whining sound brain-injured victims make as they hover on the edge of comatose.

Raven questioned, “But I am only a young farmer caring for my wife and son. How could I defeat a demon?”