My Aha Moment Research Paper

The short story"Aha Moment" by Julia Alvarez demonstrates that the point is not to pay back kindness but to pass it on. The story expresses the idea that simple acts of kindness can make a great impact on people both mentally and physically. It can turn frightening and tense situations into assurance and aplomb. In paragraph 8, it is stated," no one screamed,no one panicked. I could hear small pockets of soothing conversation everywhere." By holding the hands and by chatting about everyday life, the passengers emboldened each other and created an optimistic atmosphere. The author points out,"someone was comforting me and kept asking me,'Are you okay?" According to Julia if someone does something good and beneficial for you, you should pass

I casually walked through the park on a crisp summer day with morning dew smell still lingering in the air. Nobody is out during this time as usual. Only people awake during this hour are morning joggers and dog walkers. Of course, there was also a mother who was playing with her toddler. She catches her chocolate-brown son and tickles him, and they laugh and trip and fall together onto the floor and laugh harder. I walked by just to say hello to them as they waved back to me. I had set myself to wake up every day at this time and start running laps around the neighborhood to help lose weight. I recall running to every single spot in town on the blocks from Lang to Richland Lane were buildings in wild assortment: two drugstores, Henry Clay Frick's mansion with

The bravest moment I have ever had is when I quit putting up with people's crap and took a stand. The person at the time happen to be Davis Paul. Davis was always trying to stir problems in P.E. with me. He would push me and say hateful things everyday and one day enough was enough. He tool Axe and sprayed it in my eyes. I pushed him, he turned around to fight. Then he tried to pick me up and we both fell to the ground. When he missed I picked him up and body slammed him into the locker room floor, busting his head on concrete. He got chocked out in the moment I was brave and will no longer take anything off

In (Matthew 6:6 NIV), Jesus explains the merits of praying to the lord God and the reward of inner peace, “But whenever you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret: and your father who sees in secret will reward you.” It is through this conversation with God that Christians pursue peace in their lives. Prayer can either be private or communal, spontaneous prayer is one way that charismatic communities can come closer to God. The act of prayer allows believers to have a personal conversation with God; it alleviates stress attributed to the monotony of everyday life. Besides prayer, meditation is another way of attaining inner peace, it is an ancient practice within the Christian tradition, which has undertaken a recent revival, a global group that reaffirms the concept of praying and meditating for inner peace is Taizé. Not as popular as prayer and meditation, Lectio Divina, generally known as bible studies is a way for Christians to feel connected to God and to finally attain inner peace. The studying of the sacred scriptures on a day to day basis and reflecting on prayers also maintain a continual connection with God. It is vital to maintain equilibrium between prayer and service, whereby an individual fathoms the notion ‘ora et labora’, in order to equally partake in both prayer, and the concept of action whereby ora develops inner peace, which is mirrored through the

Adam, was a great husband, father, and SEAL. He loved his wife and children so much. He enjoyed his time with Kelly and loved her unconditionally, even when they were going through hard times. He loved his kids and would do anything for them and was a great father to Savannah and Nathan. And last of all he was a great SEAL, who would do anything to protect his country and his brothers in arms, he was fearless.

I was reading an article from NSW Criminology apparently "youth gangs" are becoming popular in Australia with the First Nations. They are thinking this has to do with the overrepresentation in the criminology system. I am leaning more towards this topic finding out the correlation of overrepresentation and the possibility of joining or having gang membership.

Each night, there is a point where the day falls to silence, a silence that encloses you in your own thoughts and reflections. For as long as I can remember, my dad always told me "that is when you pray." His words matched the ones of every Sunday school teacher, but their voices faded as my worries grew. It seemed there were some stresses a man on a cross could not eliminate. Bible stories where Jesus cures people from their pain and problems appeared no different from the storybooks I stopped reading years ago, unrealistic and improbable. I vacillated between the faith instilled in me and the plausibility of things occurring by chance, not by Christ. As each day came to a close, I struggled to thank a voiceless God for a day I wasn’t grateful

In MoveMe, Marcal Grahaman states, “Many of us have spent precious time on earth by working incessantly rather focusing on what really matters. We cannot get life back. We must reflect on family and friends and think about how we are spending our precious commodity. We must be intentional about time we have with one another and take advantage of every moment that we are afforded” (23). I agree totally with her statement due to the fact that we only have one chance at life and time waits for absolutely no one. The way life should be lived is as if the next day isn’t promised.

It is 5 o’clock in the morning. I go outside to sit and watch the sunrise before I begin my chores. When I see its beauty, I think about how God has been with me through all the changes in my life. I pray and thank Him for all the happiness He has given me and all the sorrows, too.

Waking up, eating or not eating breakfast,brushing my teeth, dressing up, getting my bookbag, putting on my shoes, running to the car, going to school, taking classes, talking to friends, get picked up, eat dinner, do my homework, brushing my teeth going to sleep, and waking up again. I do the same thing every day, how? How can i keep doing this, this routine. What is my main motivation that is keeping me up? I remember reading a quote on a fortune cookie, what it said was “happiness is beside you, you just have to find it". There are many reasons for us to live on in life, different motivation, a meaning. Some live to teach others, others want to just live a peaceful life. But what is a peaceful life? I would remember when i was younger, my happy times, but those happy time were only happy to me, there were time where i would see my mom and dad arguing and yelling at eachother. Me and my two other brothers would go to a separate room and play games of things such as hid and seek. We were naive of the relationship between our parents.then came to the fateful day, it was the end of my fourth grade year, summer just begun. That was the day our mom took us and rood off to fayetteville. We came here by a mistake. That mistake was the best thing that

When I was 10, my parents wanted me to get a glimpse of their old life. Jordan, a place my mom was born and raised, grew up in the middle of the once-was main town of Jordan, now known locally as the "old city". Palestine is home to my father. Before he met my mom, he traveled the world with his job maintaining the engine of a cargo ship. Despite my parents grew up very poor, they made it work. While my childhood was full of getting in trouble for not following very cultural guidelines, It was just as full of lectures that felt like Sunday paper. Neither my parents speak perfect English, so when talking, very often they switch back and forth between Arabic and English, (which fascinated my white American friends.) Nevertheless, you didn't have to be fluent in Arabic to tell when they were angry with me, or any of my 5 siblings. If I had a dollar for every time I've been embarrassed by my parents in public, whether it's in parent-teacher conferences, at stores when we mess around, or worst of all, when I have friends over.

Life has no meaning if you don't have the urge to wake up the next morning to see the next day. Many people live their lives unhappy since they have no purpose or meaning to fulfill or satisfy their needs. Purpose to me is something to live for and something to look forward to in life. Without purpose and meaning in life there is no point of living at all. Recently in the existentialism unit we’ve been reading, I learned that without a passion to live, one’s life means nothing and is a waste of a soul. Based on the previous books I’ve read, I learned I am happy because I have things to look forward to in life and to wake up the next morning to enjoy the new day. Three elements that give me purpose and meaning in my life are my family, my

It can be assumed that everyone has a moment that defines them and is bound to affect the path of life they’re bound to endure—whether it be for the better or worse. The event that I could honestly say changed my life is when I decided to move out of my mother’s house to pursue a high school education. I eventually had more control over my life because of my choice; I found my true passion, high school was easier for me to attend, and I learned that the concept of family isn’t only determined by birth.

Have you ever sat down and just thought about life and how we just keep going everyday ? Well I have , In fact I’ve looked up things and asked questions on how we continue everyday . I’ve been told that there are many reasons why we keep going everyday. For instance you must know what the difference between a non-living thing and a dead thing is . And how non-living factors affect living factors . As well as knowing what a living thing is and what the characteristics are to make a living thing up . In addition to that you must also understand what a molecule is and how there are different types of molecules that we need on a daily basis to keep going. All in all this information is going to hopefully help you get a better understanding about the things we need to keep doing .

It’s a crisp, clear skies kind of Monday morning. I awoke earlier than usual to spend quiet time, in the early morning light, in the hot tub, with God before I write and before I meditate. The initial moments of the day are somehow much richer in solitude and inspiration comes more succinctly than mid and late day moments. A plausible explanation may be: I am rested, and there’s a lack of human-made energy buzzing around me or it could simply be that my mind isn’t buzzing because it’s not yet fully awakened. When my mind is buzzing, my entire body follows suit. Perhaps, the buzzing racing mind is part of what separates me from God. The irony of being in my headspace is that the body is always in the present moment, connected to the earth. The breath can serve as a reminder; for when I focus my attention on inhaling and exhaling, my thoughts slow down, my mind stops buzzing about, and for brief, fleeting moments, I am fully in the present. Being fully present is where the mysteries of life dance, my intuition picks up on subtle energy, words and emotions of others float in. When I am present for others, I am transformed as if I am infused with and transferring love, compassion, hope, empathy, and kindness to others. These are the moments that I live for, the random coincidences where God puts another in my path. A path on which I am never sure if I am the teacher or the student and therefore, I become aware of humility that most often likes to hide underneath false notions of