Epilogue To The Giver

For the first time,he heard something that he knew to be music.He heard people singing. Jonas wipes his eyes and still saw the lights and houses with all the pretty lights.

He heard in his old community that the news broke about what release really did. And people started to protest and try to escape the community. The Giver shared the memories with everyone about love, color and all the history of the war. Everyone felt betrayed.

"Abigor soon had a newborn without my knowing, and had no need for his first son anymore. He never gave me notice of this, so I continued to watch after the boy for no purpose. I could have returned to my previous home and wouldn't have to stay in this abominable world any longer." I growl, shifting my position on the chair.

Jonas receives memories of color, something that is absent from his community. He realizes how absent his community really is. Jonas hurts inside to tell people in his community what they are missing. The only person that he can really open up to is The Giver. They grew really close, and it became like a grandfather, grandchild relationship.

Jonas pushed the bars with all his strength. Locked. "Please," He called into the darkness. "Is anyone there? Please, I need help!" Past the gate there lay a community that, at first glance, seemed not unlike Jonas' old home. Except, it wasn't very much like Jonas' community at all. The houses weren't all the same, and the colors- he had never seen so many house colors! The streets twisted and turned, and all the bumps and hills made them seem as if they went on forever. Jonas now saw the snow differently. Now it wasn't just a burden that slowed him down; it was beautiful! A thin, shimmery white sheet covered everything, and-

But the Giver stopped talking as Jonas walked away. There was nothing the Giver could do. He just had to give Jonas some time, so he walked into the kitchen and got some food for Jonas and Gabriel. Jonas was sitting on the couch, frazzled when the Giver walked in with a platter of apple slices, two cups of water, and a small bowl of tiny cookies for Gabriel. Gabriel still hasn’t moved at all. Not one bit, but Jonas was too preoccupied hating himself for what he had done. For what he had done to his friends and a whole community.

"Turn back then, return with the pitful news without taking action beforehand. I'm sure the kits would love to hear it from their role models, their guardians even? To hear that they themselves couldn't retrieve a single item of food for their growing famine?" She turned to the warrior who spoke, head lifted defiantly. He backed

“Everyone, please calm down.” His words could not be heard over the loud voices of the

“Quiet down,” Fletcher scolded. “I was skeptical about the prize from the beginning, but I was willing to take the chance if it meant supporting my family. This is all unfair. They shouldn’t be able to do this to us.”

"Ohhh man." She whined to herself as she looked up at the bulkhead and ran her hands through her golden locks. Pulling her own hair in frustration she thought about what sort of punishment she was about to receive for violating a direct order.

Kings tone was strong, but mild mannered at the same time. His pronunciation of his words and the choice of words carried weight. Meaning; you could hear the desperation and the emotion in his voice through his words. When you truly believe in something your voice will let this be known. As the crowd cheered and praised his speech.

He opened it, he opened the door and stepped out causing surrounding people to panic and the volume of the storm to greatly increase.

The two cantors and the two rabbis stood at the front of the temple. The two rabbis had cloths draped around their shoulders. Around them, there were flowers. Most of the people in the temple were staring at the front of the temple as Rabbi Jason quieted them down. The man sitting in front of me was on his phone. Rabbi Jason began the Hashkiveinu portion of the service by speaking about what is happening to Jewish people all over the world. “The very last line of the blessing we say every night, the blessing for protection is basically asking for protection very specifically for Jews and Jewish places. And in reform Judaism, we are often uncomfortable and often like to remind ourselves that we actually care about everyone. And that is a great,

“Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo”

Have you ever considered what happens to a person when they change? In the book 'The Giver', Jonas is similar in a few ways at the end of the book from the start. But why does this matter? When a person goes through difficult experiences, they are still the same in a lot of ways.