My Eulogy Essay

“Tuesdays with Morrie” and “The Death of Ivan Ilych” both portray a character who is dealing with a serious terminal illness and advance knowledge of their deaths. One story is based on the realistic life of an American professor with the story’s characteristics tone from the 1990’s while the other is set during nineteenth century Russia. Even though Morrie Schwartz and Ivan Ilych both suffered from the illness, their dissimilar lifestyles and beliefs led to different perspective on facing death. One views the knowledge as a blessing and an opportunity to share his life experiences before making his final good-byes, the other agonizes in pain and begs for an

A timeless sport filled with -- rapid movements, sweat, anxiety, and team cheering -- volleyball is a sport that many underestimate. There are countless people that say “Volleyball is a girl sport” or “volleyball is not even that hard”. Also you may come across an egotistical varsity football team that refuse to attend any volleyball games, because they are mad that varsity volleyball made it to state championships and they did not. However, volleyball is a sport that requires intense drills, training, and a strong team bond. For instance if you do not dive right when hitting the floor you can seriously injure yourself. I have had torn a ligament in my shoulder diving for the ball, because as a volleyball player you are taught to always chase after a ball even if it means running into a wall. But the best and the greatest experience of all time is when it is a game day, or even better yet the last game that can determine your title in Norcal Championships. Norcal Championship finals is the game that all 14 teams strive for during the

I signed up to volunteer at a local nursing home. Because my father works there, I have been there many times before. However, volunteering there was very new to me.

I had never given much thought into how I would die. There’s something about being young that causes us to believe we’re invincible. It’s not like dying young is uncommon, it’s just that there’s something extra despairing about a life ending before it had really begun. Over the past 18 years, I’ve never thought twice about my mortality. I mean, it wasn’t anything special to me. I knew that I would eventually die, but eventuallies aren’t always as far as you think. Here I am, only 18 years old, my cold body

I had the pleasure of working at the same daycare for two summers in a row. It was a great feeling when the children from the summer before remembered my name and

She said, "Either you love volleyball or you don't the coach doesn't matter," she replied. At that moment I knew that I love volleyball and I love to play and I'm not gonna let anything get in the way of that. When I play volleyball all the abominable things in the world just seem to go

A shantytown called the Alto do Cruzeiro (Crucifix Hill), is one of the three shantytowns bordering the big marketplace area in the town of Bom Jesus in the sugar plantation district of Northeast Brazil, a solitary part of the countless regions of disregard that have materialized in the darkness of the now stained economic wonder of Brazil. The Alto women practice an unusual method of caring for their offspring especially when handling the death of their infants. The high rate of infant death can be credited to poverty and malnutrition. Illness and infant deaths are taken nonchalantly not by just the social institutions in the Alto but also by the child's own mother and this has

Volleyball season had started, and that means six o’clock practices bright and early. Practice was two hours long before school. I could feel the anxiety in the gym that day; everyone was nervous, thinking about what was to come. We did not play the best that day, to say the least. We kept seeing people walking past the gym, wishing they were anywhere else. The whole team was waiting for the clock to read eight so we could rush upstairs to change. At last, Coach let us take down the nets and go get ready. Our excitement led us to break record time taking down the nets.

JayKob is on his first deer hunt and it is making me irrational that I did not have the time to take off to go with him today! Furthermore, a huge thank you to the real father figure in my son’s life, the one who is showing him how to be a man, and also the one who has helped inculcate Christ into him. My dad, the best Papa in the whole world. Thank you for loving us unconditionally and for being the best example of a REMARKABLE man for

Keeping a person alive by excessive treatment might devastate the family and make the dying suffer tremendously in the end. “Advance medical technology that seems to one person a godsend, extending life, may seem to another a curse that only prolong dying. Dignity can be devalued amid technology focused solely on the biological organism.”

The objectives and learning goals used are aligned with the State Standards as listed above due to the fact that every student should be able to complete the specific skills required, and allow for teammate interaction and a feeling of satisfaction during play. This lesson is designed to introduce the skills to the students so that he/she can be more familiar with the sport of volleyball and learn that the sport can be carried on and used later in life. The main goal, however, during every physical education lesson, is to promote a lifetime of physical activity for my students. Making activities fun, enjoyable, and enthusiastic will allow them to want to continue participating for a lifetime. Previous knowledge of movement is important in physical education. Each student will be required to move during every activity he/she is involved with.

While reading the story “Sonny’s Blues” by James Baldwin I could not help but think about my own brother while growing up. From a very young age I always felt as though it was my job to keep him safe and on the right path. We did everything together, played sports, played board games, watched television, we even had some of the same friends. Sometimes I felt more like a second mom to him than his older sister.

Our familial background started with my brother; he is the inspiration of my success and the reason I am daily pressured in my educational life. My brother passed through a difficult stage in life where his diagnosis with depression, social anxiety, and situational anxiety had a toll in our family because it was something we were completely unprepared for then. The worst decision he made was his self-diagnosis to drugs. He became a drug addict to cope with the pain of bullying at school because he was in ESOL and co-taught classes. This was a continuous downward fall for my family over the course of 6 years until it reached its breaking climax when my brother was 22. He stopped taking drugs, saw himself in the mirror, and was unable to recognize whom he was. The realization of not knowing himself overtook him to the point of wanting to commit suicide. My family came together to see what we could do make things better. At 14, I realized that I now had to be the backbone for my family. My parents’ discouragements shadowed me as to follow me with figures of pain. My role in my family changed as well. I was now the sole hope for my family to strive in a foreign country and make a name for ourselves

In the midst of undergoing a serious life-altering incident, one often experiences the feeling of a paradigm shift. It is amazing to see how our perspectives of the world shift when forced to reflect on what is truly important. Such is the way with death. Being near death causes a sharp realization of what is truly important in life--love of family and friends, faith in God, and making the world a better place to live in--and enables one to not merely accept this, but apply it to their life as well. All those typical, average daily worries and concerns about homework, professional careers, food, sleep, personal grooming, etc., while important and necessary in everyday life must seem unbelievably miniscule when the death has wiped ones

My brother is not just someone I share blood with but someone I can rely on and look up to. Patrick, my seventeen year old brother, has been by my side since I was a little baby. My youngest memories are of Patrick and I running around in our backyard laughing. As he grew older, I began to look up to him. He was everything I aspired to be: intelligent, passionate, and athletic. Patrick always seemed to know what he wanted in life, and I admired how he chased down his goals. There were points in my life when I was very unmotivated, especially when I was seven years old. Insecure and unsure, I did not believe in myself from a very young age, and Patrick was there for me when no one else was. He made me believe in myself and my own abilities above anything else. I have my big brother to thank for finding the strength to persevere through my struggles and overcoming my obstacles.