Life is filled with many decisions. Most daily decisions don’t matter too much. However, some carry more weight, like flipping a coin. Sink or swim, jump or die. Moments where your life is hanging in the balance based on a split second decision. Before my first split second decision, I enjoyed little things like the smell of rain. At fifteen, my motivation for having fun could have easily taken my life.
One beautiful, sunny spring day in Draper City, my friends and I decided that to slough our school assembly. Assemblies were so terribly boring anyway, I am sure we would have fallen asleep trying to sit through it. Instead, Jon, Riley, and I decided to hop in our friend Kathy’s car and drive up Corner Canyon. The spring flowers had just
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I reached my hand up to touch my face. Blood was dripping from a large open hole on my forehead just below my hairline. My head was so swollen and filled with debris, it felt like there was an Easter egg on my forehead. I was pretty banged up, but still too in shock to notice. I had to find my friends.
Just then, I heard a voice calling my name, “Travis, you’re bleeding! We’ve gotta get outta here!” John exclaimed.
I was still in shock; the pain had not hit me yet. I looked around and made eye contact with Riley. He looked scared by was laughing at the same time. “Where the hell is the car? We’ve gotta find Kathy, I jumped and thought she’d jump too,” said Riley.
John and Riley ran down the hill to see where the car was. To our amazement, they found it wedged at the base of the only tree on the edge of a thirty-foot drop off! Kathy was shaken up, but alive. She had simply laid across the front seats of the her car. The four of us decided to walk down to John’s house, some three miles down the mountain. Back then there were no cell phones, and we were in the middle of nowhere. As we walked on the side of the road, the many passing motorists gave us some very strange looks. I am sure they were wondering what had happened to a bunch of beat up looking teenage kids with dirt, sand, blood, and torn up clothes. After a few hours I was finally able to get a ride home. It took a while for my neighbors to
She paused for a moment, maybe someday I’ll get a personal parking spot, as she clicked her key fob and searched for her car. A beep and flash of lights lead her to the dark corner of the parking lot. Nervously, she opened the door of her car and looked around for danger before getting in. She threw her bags into the back seat and locked the door,
In the Summer of 2015 when i was just 10 years old, my family had planned a camping trip to Arkansas. Being young and growing up in Tulsa i was always near my house. It was potentially dangerous to leave the house a night in my old neighborhood, but only now do i realize it. Back then i was safe and secluded, and i liked it that way. However i was up to go anywhere with my family, so i packed my favorite things and prepared for the long drive.
Making difficult decisions show up in life more often than realized. These choices can alter a person’s life in good and bad ways. “The Bicycle” by Jillian Horton is a story that focuses on a young talented pianist named Hannah. Throughout the story Hannah deals with the strict teachings of her Tante Rose, which leads her to make ironic decisions. Similarly, in the story “Lather and Nothing Else” by Hernando Tellez, the barber undergoes a dilemma in which he must consider his moral values before making his final decision. Both stories have a protagonist that face conflicts which lead to difficult decision making, and in the end leads the characters to discover themselves. In both stories the authors use the literary devices theme, irony
He looked up at me as I tried to reassure him that he was going to be okay. “Help is on the way.” I could feel the fear in his eyes.
It was on one of the few sunny days Oregon allotted us during it’s wet and dreary springs, and my skinny fourteen year-old body was brimming with enthusiasm. During the entirety of the car ride up to the high school, I squirmed impatiently in my seat, cracking my knuckles, taking long, drawn out breaths, checking and re-checking that I had enough equipment for the hour I was to endure, and focusing my mind on the task at hand. My mom had barely shifted the car into park when I threw open the door and raced inside the building, giving a brief wave goodbye
My heart was throbbing, heavily and I could feel my body shutting down, my vision was getting hazy. And then suddenly I heard the sirens of the ambulance and two paramedics got down to our rescue as I fell unconscious.
Just as I began asking if they were in any pain, a man yelled, “Hey! Are you guys okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?”
It was a warm April day with clouds hanging and storms on the horizon. School had just gotten out, and everybody was rushing home so they could start their weekend plans. For most people that included prom, but me and my friends had different plans, which included going out to eat on Friday night. On the way to the restaurant, me and Sara were talking about how my excitement was building in anticipation of receiving my drivers license and talking about our difficult homework.
We had this playset that had a bar on the left side to do flips on. On the other side there was a climbing rope, and in the front there were two swings. My brother and I came up with a game to see who could get over the bar fastest by doing a flip. So the first few times I did it I was fine, I grabbed the bar put my stomach on it and spun down. My brother and I took turns and on my 3rd turn I must not have done it correctly, but either way I hit my head on it right below my eyebrow. I fell on the ground and held my hand to my eye, by then I started crying because of shock. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt that bad, but it was just throbbing. My brother came over and told me to move my hand so he could look at it when I did he looked worried, he told me that we had to go in the house right away. I had blood all over the palm of my hand and on the right side of my face. He helped me up and walked there with me to the house.
We unloaded the bus and went inside a small white building off the side of Main Street, where at least sixty homeless people were gathered, holding coats and shoes that had been donated to them. Many of them were sitting by themselves, and seeing that broke my heart. I grabbed a packed meal and began to make my way over to a man I saw in the corner of the room, crying. I was about to tap on his shoulder and ask him what was wrong, but by the time I got to him, he had already seen me and began to spill the details as to why he was in so much distress.
Ouch! I screamed. I stayed still until my dad came. It felt like if water was running down my skull, I tried to clean it I looked at my hand and it was blood. I freaked out and began to scream “dad”!
It is just like any other day for Cathy Hurley, principal of Wylie E. Groves High School. She sat at her desk, blindly clicking through several emails, her tortoise glasses resting lazily on the tip of her nose. The sun was hidden behind several thick, grey clouds; it looked like it would snow later. The thought of getting new tires for the upcoming weather briefly crossed her mind when there was a sudden knock at the door, making her jump. She briefly fixed her glasses and smoothed down her hair before calling “Come in!”
Then I hit my chin on the curb and got up thinking I was fine for a second the blood rushed down my shirt and to the ground. When I saw the blood i felt the pain. We had just got a new house and now I have stained the carpet with my blood. My mom has at the store so we had to call her. After she got back I was rushed to the emergency room. The good thing was it was empty so we didn't have to wait. They also let me choose what I wanted to watch on the tv they had Netflix and Hulu. Which helped me calm down and stay calm.
The average human makes about 612 decisions a day, 4,900 a week, and 254,800 a year. At the end of it all, we rarely can recall any decision that has changed us in a significant way. I’ll name two.
In this paper, I will argue that if a person is exposed to the methods and principles of logic they will benefit in their daily lives. The sooner one correctly applies these methods and principles the more efficient their mind will become. Hence, you will be better equipped to make daily decisions through reasoning (processing information). Logic is a roadmap of the mind that holds true for every human.