Drop Her Cane Analysis

McClain had been driving an 87-year-old back to her home in 1700 block of 18th St. W. when the heavy rain hit. Trying to stay safe, she followed a car in front of her onto 17th Avenue West since it had the same ground clearance. Though water ahead forced her to turn onto 3rd Street West and that is when she drove into the water, stopping her vehicle.

By late Saturday afternoon, the roadways in Flat Holler have endured four days of intense rain and another torrential rainstorm is threatening the town. The ominous gray clouds overhead might daunt the townspeople, but not Clemmie Sue, who is hell bent on reaching the home of her dear friend, Estelle Louise Button, before they rip a seam. Her petite foot, therefore, is heavy on the accelerator of her rusty, worn out Chevy pickup, kept mobile with a roll of duct tape, a large bottle of Elmer’s glue and a shout out to God when needed. When she turns onto Millers Way a narrow two-lane country road, on which Estelle Louise’s home is located, instead of reducing her speed she increases, because she knows the road as well as her favorite song, the Star Spangle Banner.

From across the library came Comstock’s shout, and a few seconds later he tore into the aisle of shelves we were in. Then I heard it -- the crash of a door being kicked open. I grabbed Cresswell -- no, Eric -- and pushed him into a run. As Comstock caught up with us, he handed me a book.

“ a landlord was surprised to find all of his tenants gone, except two old men. Uncle Ben and Uncle Joe were too poor to purchase train tickets. They sorrowfully told their landlord that everyone else had abandoned him, but that they had loyally remained behind on the plantation. The landlord gave the two men some money because they promised to stay and work the crops. Immediately after he left, the old-timers took the money and boarded the train to join their companions in the

The US was always isolationist country.They was always trying to stay away from foreign affairs.I understand because US had lots of problems during Great Depression and stock market..But US stopped to be considered an isolated nation when the Japan attacked on Pearl Harbor,Because US had to do somenthing about it.

One Saturday morning, down the old dirt road came a dirty black pickup. Within this vehicle sat Doctor Rutherford Bentson, science professor. as he typically did on weekends like this. The pickup approached the end of the road, and the car approached to a stop in front of a dead tree. The worn seat was relieved of its pain when Bentson climbed out of the driver side door.

He continued on his quest to the Confederate base in Huntsville. The trees around him were full of foliage with a warm, summer breeze blowing through their dark-green leaves. He walked for hours on the road to the base, but nevertheless, he never felt hungry or thirsty. The desire to warn the army was all the fuel needed for his journey and after an extremely long walk, he finally made it to the base and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. It was peculiar that there were no sentinels guarding the base. He knocked again and still - no answer. Peyton turned and asked a lady walking down the road, “Excuse me, madam, is this the Confederate base?” but there was no answer. Peyton was not sure whether she had heard him, or if she was ignoring him. He stepped in the middle of the road and asked her again, but to his surprise and entire shock, the woman went right through

In the story “A Worn Path” by Eudora Wetly, an elderly woman goes to Natchez, Mississippi in order to get medicine for her sick grandson. As she travels, she comes across many difficulties, including a young hunter with a gun and two howling dogs. Despite her age and frailty, she makes it to Natchez to get the medicine that her grandson needs. Although she receives condescending looks and impatient glances, she continues on and reaches her goal. The story states, “Then she gave a tap with her cane on the floor. ’This is what come to me to do,' she said. 'I going to the store and buy my child a little windmill they sells, made out of paper. He going to find it hard to believe there such a thing in the world. I'll march myself back where he waiting,

"Suddenly he remembered that the purse and the things he had taken out of the old woman's box were still in his pockets! He had not thought till then of taking them out and hiding them!... The paper had come off the bottom of the wall and hung there in tatters. He began stuffing all the things into the hole under the paper: 'They're in! All out of sight, and the purse too!' he thought gleefully, getting up and gazing blankly at the hole which bulged out more than ever. Suddenly he shuddered all over with horror; 'My

They said, oh my goodness, maybe somebody just reached in and stole it from the window. So, they went next door to Ms. Jennings and she was usually out and about putting around in her garden that just so happened to be on the side of the yard where the playhouse was. They said, Ms. Jennings, did you see anybody reaching through the window, grabbing a journal and running? She said, no, I didn’t. I didn’t see anybody over there. They said, oh, gee and started to walk

As Pa opened the door, his ginger hair and bright green eyes entered my vision. How are his eyes still bright during this storm? He’s the boss of William and Rose. He complained that they haven’t worked in three days. I remember his exact words. “Charles good to see you!” He said to Pa, shaking his hand. “Good to see you too. Why have you stopped by Ry?” Pa replied. “Willy and Rose haven’t worked in three days, and I ain’t gettin’ my money! I’m sure you ain’t gettin’ any money either. May I borrow them for the day?” Pa looked back at William and Rose. They’re faces in fear. Pa nodded, let out a sigh and turned to look back at Ryland. “Yes you may. But please, keep them safe out there and bring them back at 5pm sharp.” I snapped out of my thoughts. “Pa? What time is it?” Pa looked at his watch on his left wrist. “It’s 4:49pm sweetie. Your brother and sister will be here shortly. Well, I hope so.” Pa walked upstairs to talk to Ma and left me sitting there alone, at the kitchen table. About seven minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. I answer it and see a dirt covered William and a dusty covered Rose. “Willy? Rose? Are you guys okay?” I ask as they start walking to the kitchen. “Yes, we’re fine. Just very tired.” Rose says. I look back at the white door and see that I’m still holding it open. Ryland then appears. “Oh, I was expecting your father to be at the door Kathleen!” He let out a little laugh, then coughed. “They both worked very hard today. Well.. just tell your father that they both have four dollars in their hands.” He says. “Will do. See you soon Mr. Masterson.”, I say as I close the door and walk to the kitchen seeing two tired, stressed hard

In Junot Díaz’s book, This Is How You Lose Her, Díaz uses the numbering system for the individual sections throughout the chapter “The Cheater’s Guide to Love” and the placement of the story as a metaphor for the five stages of grief with an emphasis on Yunior finally accepting responsibility for his cheating. The five stages of grief are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance and are the stages of emotions that an individual experiences while they are trying to learn to live with the loss of a loved one. The sections that are within this chapter all correspond to a certain stage of grief that Yunior is experiencing. During this expanse of time we see Yunior clearly struggle with these emotions even though they occur in no particular order. Yunior starts his

Communities of color are portrayed as drug handlers when in actuality there is an estimate of about 80 million Caucasian drug users compared to 15 million African American users according to the Substance of Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (Fellner 3). Although opposing arguments would argue that the white population is six times greater than the black population, the absolute number of white drug offenders is far greater than that of black drug offenders (Fellner 6). But, with racial dynamics and social media’s part in shaping of what a drug offender would appear like, most would not picture a white middle-class man snorting cocaine. Because of this, “race has been and remains inextricably involved in drug law

In This Is How You Lose Her by Junot Diaz, the most prominent stereotype that is introduced is how the typical male from the Dominican Republic acts. From the opening sentence of the book Yunior, our unreliable narrator, makes the claim that he is not a bad guy. Using context clues from the title and the abruptness of this statement, the reader can conclude that it must do with a relationship. This declaration gives the reader an inclusive look of the stereotypical Dominican man. Diaz’s style of writing allows for the reader to be able to meticulously analyze his work and formulate their own opinions on the characters, all while guiding them with noticeable hints on what he is trying to accomplish. In the collection of short stories This Is How You Lose Her (2012) by Junot Diaz,

Gun violence at American colleges and universities has revived the debate surrounding concealed weapons on campus. This study examined college student and faculty opinions on two college campuses, focusing on their attitudes towards private citizens carrying concealed guns on campus. Data were collected during the fall 2008 and spring 2009, and over 2,100 students, staff, faculty, and administrators on the two campuses participated in the research. The results indicate over 70 % of respondents oppose the option of carrying concealed guns on campus. In addition, the idea of more guns on campus makes the majority of students and faculty feel less safe, and allowing concealed weapons serves to decrease the sense of campus safety. This study continues