Dbq 11 Eulogy

During the ancient Roman and Egyptian civilizations, the belief in an afterlife dictated the lives of the civilians. In both civilizations, a successful journey to paradise required a sound body as well as their worldly possessions. After death, each soul had to complete several prerequisites before being granted access to paradise. In the afterlife, each soul completed specific tasks on their journey to reach a destination of judgement. For the Egyptians, they conducted judgement with a scale and for the Romans it was determined by three gods. The result of this judgement would therefore determine their experience, whether pleasant or horrific, in the afterlife. Regardless of each similarity and difference, each civilization placed a high

One of my heroes is Earl Schamehorn. He was my fifth grade teacher and is now one of my dearest friends. Earl is the closest thing to a father figure that I have in my life. This is why I chose him to be the person I interviewed. I not only find him interesting, but wanted to know why he decided to get involved in my life. I thought this would be a good opportunity to ask him question that I have had for a while.

I am not a smart man nor clever boy. I have lived a humble life as a dunce for most part of my early childhood years getting into mischief as a young boy does. As any young boy would, I valued playing around and goofing off a lot more than I did my education. From 2000 to 2009 I was barely passing my elementary school classes even much so I flunked the second grade because of my actions. All of this didn't phase me however, I was an outlaw. I did whatever I wanted because my mother and stepfather worked all day and my sisters couldn't handle me most of the time. So I ended up getting into no good with the local gangsters down in Bryan Street here in the mission.

As a cloe cousin of Desdemona, it a privilege and true honour for me, Lodovico, to be up here today for Desdemona. Desdemona was always a loving and caring person. Her presence always enlightened us. She was too beautiful, too kind, too young, to deserve what happened to her. And now, the world fells dull, sad without her.

Welcome, dear family and relatives of Banquo, noble thanes and kinsmen. You have come far and to attend this funeral in Lochaber and pay tribute to my best friend and your brave soldier. His death was untimely and it is truly hard for me to speak of him now that he is deceased. I am here today not to speak of his death and that he is no longer here by my side but to speak of his times of great triumph. His death has hurt me and I will do whatever it takes to destroy the lives of those people who murder him. All of you and myself will mourn the loss of one of our great soldiers and my best friend.

Well to get started it was the blistering cold winter of 1861. I was an only child well I guess after 10 long years I was. My little brother Todd died when he was 7. Todd suffocated and fell down a chimney when he was cleaning it. My dad died when I was 4. He was working down in a coal mine and CRASH, the mine collapsed. If you think that's bad it gets worse. It was my mom and I left in a small house that could barely even fit us in it. My mother never told me how she felt she only cared about me, she worked 22 hours and barely made enough money to feed us. But I can tell you that all the money she got she spent on me so I had enough food and drink, to live.One day she came home crying, I knew something was up and there was. My mother had diphtheria, I tried to help I really did but there was no use. Her last words were,”Timmy make me proud and have…”She never finished.

The scent of fresh pine and baked turkey dominates over all senses, surging into the crisp air of the kitchen. Presents are stacked to the brim of the Christmas tree, while a toy train intermittently passes by. Effervescent ornaments sparkle with the memories of past years. Rooms are full with aunts, uncles, distant cousins, all of who push their troubles aside to celebrate this day once a year: Christmas . It is chaos, but the good kind.

I was dreading this day. I respected this man; he was my boss and was always extremely kind to me. Now, I was being told that I had to testify against him.

It was nice to get to know Russ both personally and spiritually. He is an exemplary student of our Lord, living by His sword. His love for God and following of Jesus Christ was truly evident in his preaching. It was clear that he is guided by the Holy Spirit. Russ's prayers were heartfelt and sincere. There is no question that he was truly called by God to spread His word and do His work, both in our church and throughout the community. He is committed to using himself as a catapult, spreading the word of God far and wide. As he listened to the Joys and Concerns of the church, he repeated them to the congregation and added them to his prayers, which everyone appreciated.

It was third grade, and I got the opportunity of a lifetime. I was going to get my very own short story published! I would be the author, the illustrator, and my own idol. I can recall how it all happened very vividly.

Hello my name is charles monroe sheldon and I was born on february 26,1857, at wellsville, new york. My father was a minister,and because of it my family and I moved frequently until, in 1869,where we stayed in a frontier tract and lived in a log cabin in the Dakota territory for several years.I went to school at phillips academy, brown university, and andover theological seminary, I completed my theological degree in 1886. then I became a pastor in a congregational church at waterbury, vermont, but I only stayed two years since I desired a new church that I could help direct from the beginning. A visitor from kansas introduced me to his granddaughter Mary Abby Merriam, and encouraged me to come to topeka. The central congregational church

Ruth sat quietly as a tear trickled down her cheek, Carl her 20 year old son, held her hand firmly as minister continued reading eulogy. It was cool, crisp day as family and friends had gathered to lay Donald to rest…..

Have you had someone that has gave you advice or wisdom? Well I have and my dad was the one who gave me some words of wisdom and advice. He would always say, "never give up, to always try my best, And if you fall down, get right back up and try again." My dad has always been there for me and my sisters to give us all wisdom and knowledge in all things like sports, school, or life.

As I mentioned in my previous reflection I had originally wanted to give a eulogy as my ceremonial speech. After a lot of thought I decided against it and instead decided to give a speech on something more achievable, a maid of honor speech. This seemed as if it wouldn’t be that hard to write because I can base it off of an actual person, my best friend Ashley. Giving this type of ceremonial speech would allow me to incorporate what I wanted to in the eulogy, but in an easier and more effective way. By giving a maid of honor speech I could be humorous, serious and emotional throughout different parts. It kind of all came together because my best friend is engaged and I might have to one day give this speech at a wedding. Thinking of things

Let me start by saying I really love your story, and your characters are basically exactly what I'd try to write. I understand writers have a reasons for doing things that other may miss, so you are not obliged to listen or agree to anything I am about to say. Just know I mean no harshness with anything I will say, and my opinion and advice does not mean I consider myself a better writer than you in any way. I hope some or most of this will be helpful in some way, at the very least to prompt you forward in writing your story. My notes consists of a variety of areas and includes advice as well, anything I noticed and thought of I wrote about. I do hope it makes sense :)