Essay On Why We Need To Help Each Other

It was a normal day for Lilarose. “I was driving to school, listening to the radio, when suddenly it was interrupted. They were not sure what it was but they thought it was a terrorist attack,” she stated, recalling her memories from that tragic day. She had no idea what was going on, except for the radio informing her pieces of information.

want no looking around and absolutely no talking!” At that point an awkward silence passes throughout the bus, all you could hear were the frightened breaths of

By this time we had pulled up to the school. Then we exited the bus and dragged ourselves through the prison gates of the prison that were disguise as doors of a school. As I went through the day I could tell something was going just from the vibe of my class and the atmosphere in the halls in between classes. Especially when we had lunch the teachers looked like teens girls who were gossiping out the latest secret but by the look on their face it was clear that something worried them and it was serious. For the rest of my lunch period I tried to think of what could accrue such a situation at the teacher table like nothing was coming to mind. When our lunch period was over our class went back to the classroom. 15min into the class the tornado drill bell started ringing and our teacher hastily escorted us to the hall and had us sitting down with our back against the wall so close to the person next to us we could read each other’s minds. Even with all that’s happening I still wasn’t worried because we had many tornado drill since we lived on Tornado Valley, but never were there tornados. I felt like they were just a waste of time, excepted when they got me out of an energy draining class or a test that

Tiny droplets began to fall on the windshield. As we continued to drive through the drizzling rain, my sister tapped on my shoulder and exclaimed, "Look outside, there's lightning!" I quickly turned to the window only to hear a faint boom, I continue to stare out the window, to see a flicker of light. Suddenly the thumps on the car began to grow louder. Jetting through the wet road, shaking against the harsh winds, flashing thunder continuously abrupts the sky. Looking at the weather now, i noticed how the forecast shifted from a light drizzle to a downpour. Rain sliding down the window, window fogging with a covering mist, our vision begins to worsen. The feeling of fear, heart racing and shaking, begins to build up in the car and I could feel the hairs prickling on the back of my

BANG!!! It was towards the end second period when a huge clap of thunder startled my working students and I. “Ms. Smith” said one of my students eagerly said “are we going to leave school early because of the storm?” “Probably not,” I answered. “it wasn’t bad this morning. It’ll pass soon.” I made sure my voice was steady to hide my uncertainty. The news had said there was going to be a light rainstorm, it was probably just some rogue thunder.

It was Tuesday morning; I was 15 at the time. Didn’t have a care in the world, and as I was off to school I couldn’t have even imagined what was about to happen. As I lazily walk to Computer studies, and other students start to begin there day I notice that it was oddly peaceful, there was noise but it wasn’t abrupt; it was cloudy but the clouds were sitting still, as if bracing for impact. “The calm before the storm.” as my Grandparents would put it, how those words rung true.

I was in absolute terror at this point, I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t feel anything other than dread and pain. When she finished the call she handed my phone back to me, and I just stood there in front of the girl’s bathroom in complete shock. This is happening. An ambulance is coming to our school. WHAT DID I DO WRONG? WHAT SHOULD I HAVE DONE? I fell to my knees and broke down, burying my face in my hands. What have I done? Why is this happening? Thoughts were piercing my head as I sat in shock, feeling everything in slow motion as it flashed before my eyes. My friend saw my horrified expressions and carried me to the classroom farthest away from the scene, which was were the rest of the cast was to stay out of the way of the police and doctors. This was probably an odd sight so see due to my long and large stature compared to my somewhat smaller friend who was carrying me, but it was an act of kindness nevertheless, and I still appreciated their generosity. Upon entering the classroom, a complete riot commenced. No one knew how to react. Some were crying, others were calming them down, and some were silently staring into oblivion. I dried my tears and cleared my throat as I stood at the front of the

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock went off at 8 in the morning on a beautiful Friday morning in Brockton. It was kind of hard to believe because Brockton was probably the most destructive city on the planet. Well, at least in my opinion it was. It was the month of May, which meant school is almost over. I was 9 at the time as well. I woke up and jumped right out of bed. I could smell the delicious pancakes being baked in the kitchen by my mother. I ate 2 and then got ready for school. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and headed out the door, which was my usual routine every week day morning. I headed to the bus stop and on my way there, I had a bad feeling about something, like as if something were to go wrong, like something really terrible would happen to something. Or even someone. I tried to ignore it and get through this day as soon as possible as usual, but today was not like any other day, for something horrific occurred on this very day.

Ford, Yan, and Shortell (2016) wrote about the fatal crash of the Amtrak in Chester, Pennsylvania. On April 3, 2016, an Amtrak train, carrying about 341 passengers, crashed into a backhoe and killed two Amtrak employees (Ford, Yan, and Shortell, 2016). Investigations are still underway, because many people are wondering why and how did this happen and who’s at fault. There were a couple of passengers who talked about their experience as to what they had experienced during the crash. A woman had said that she felt like it was an explosion, and then she ended up on the ground (Ford, Yan, and Shortell, 2016). Furthermore, she described the scene in the aftermath of the crash (Ford, Yan, and Shortell, 2016).

At first when I found out I was going to have to do this essay I was not too excited. I had no idea what I could possibly write about because I did not know that things I did on the average day could be considered community service.

Gripping the top of the seat in front of her, she had to get off the bus. “S-stop the bus,” rising to her feet, she inched her way along the aisle as people shunted across seats to get as far away from her as possible. “Let me off here.”

Prior to completing Skip Downing’s “On Course Self Assessment,” I was starting to realize one of my most sabotaging behaviors. I find it incredibly difficult to say a three-word phrase. When it comes to assisting others, I have no problem lending a helping hand, but I cannot tell anyone that “I need help.” In writing this paper I hope to recognize the roots of my problem and adopt a plan to aid me in overcoming this negative behavior.

Community is very important and has many factors like kinship, unity, and identity. Community helps society because it creates solutions, provides security and reveals dedication. It discovers truthfulness. Communities are part of everyday life and have positive affects on its members.

     Imagine living in a community where every minute of everyday you were hungry, underclothed, and at risk for death because you are poor. Now imagine waking up and your biggest problem was which sweater to wear with which jeans. Both are scenarios that occur on a daily basis in our countries, some more extreme than others are. With that in mind a question of whether or not rich nations have an obligation to help those nations if need arises. Professor of philosophy Peter Singer and biologist Garrett Hardin both have very different opinions on this matter and the following paper will focus on their arguments.

On the other hand another way of thinking about it is - just how bad