My Hero's Journey

Good morning brother and sister, I pray all is well with each of you as we continue this series on the children of Israel... we hope if the spirit allows us to end this series this week... When God give you instruction to do something, don’t be greedy, don’t ask tons of questions, and most of all don’t be too lazy and don’t do it...

On August 3rd, 900, my parents found out they were having a child. They prepared for a

I got surprised to see that there were several explorers in history. I was going to pass up on Columbus, Lewis & Clark, Coronado, De Soto, Jacques, Samuel Champlain, John Cabot, John Fremont and Jedediah Smith. My name is Jedediah Smith, and I am what is known as a Mountain Man. My greatest accomplishment was finding the Great Salt Lake., and found a route from there to Los Angeles in California. I traversed all of the Rockies, across the deserts to California, and back. I used to be held in San Diego on suspicion of being a spy. I traversed the Mojave Desert, and was attacked by Indians losing several men. Was my traveling important? Yes, because without me, there would have been a lot more dead travelers than there were in the end. I

I was born from the gravel and clay. The clay was kneaded by the hand of the gods, and it was made to be a tool that is capable of taking on infinite shapes. When I opened my eyes in a wilderness, I have seen the original scenery in the world. It is the boundless earth, the vast sky and the city which stand at the distant horizon.

October 23rd, 2002, a very dreadful day for my family… my day of birth. Maybe it was wonderful, but I’ll never know the truth. My dad will not actually tell me what he was thinking in that moment, and I will never hear my mom talk about that day, or any day, or actually anything ever again. I’ll get to the death of my mom later. As I came home from the hospital I have no memory of that, but my earliest memory is around the age of six. Six years old, and sitting on a bar stool. I’d sit, sip a Sprite, munch on some crackers while my dad got shit faced drunk. I remember the small room. Smells of smoke and alcohol fill my nostrils. I sat on a bar stool so long that my butt print was engraved in it, kind of like the fat guy that I used to talk to. He was up

No horizon could find my skeleton, No search could recover my body My bones sit here, all covered in dust As who I once was is rotting Spiders have left their webs in my cage, I'm always trapped in my own mind.

My dad and I had to move to lower ground, because it was too windy to fly our $15 kite from Walmart. In order to do so we had to walk down a hill, which most people are capable of. I, on the other hand, am not most people. I was walking down this hill, and it had rained the day before so it was a little muddy. Nothing too bad, or so I thought. I was holding the cheap kite when my dad started talking to me from the bottom of the hill. I couldn’t quite make out what he was trying to tell me, so I started to walk down the hill faster. My knees buckled a little and I had to dig my heels into the ground to not fall. Wow, close one Lucy, I thought.

Growing up as a female, you learn about the point in time when you change from a girl to a woman in society. This can be seen as a blessing or a curse to many females as it always is to endure one’s menstrual cycle. The journey, for me, was untypical for a girl my age. While all my friends were talking about how they received their first period I was still waiting for mine to arrive. While everyone was having their biological change into womanhood I was left behind wondering when I will get my turn to grow as a woman. I went years waiting for my cycle to begin, but nothing ever did. When I entered my sophomore year of high school, I started developing pains. These pains would make sitting uncomfortable and intolerable to me especially during school so I decided to go to the doctors to see what was happening to me.

When we were on the bus again we passed by an asteroid that had animals like a unicorn, griffin, and even more creatures. When they got to the planet Ceres, the planet in the asteroid belt, there was blood everywhere, bodies on the floor and fights of civilian and the guards. When they landed on the planet, fights were starting and civilians on the ground. When they got on the planet, guards were killing were on the bus.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you see something and it just inspires you?

One distinct time in my life where I experienced the hero’s journey would be my transition to university. I am from Harrisburg, PA, which is a bit over 3 hours away from Pittsburgh, making it far enough but not too far. I had been in Pittsburgh prior to starting college at Duquesne, and knew that I wanted to go to a school in Pittsburgh since it was far better than my hometown. However, getting there was not easy, I applied to almost every school in the area and got accepted to 3 of them, ultimately choosing Duquesne because they provided me a lot of financial aid while also being small much like my high school, however exponentially bigger. My high school had about 80 people in 9th grade through 12th grade, and my graduating class was 18

The way to my birth place is a long, dreadful and prosperous journey. This place is meaningful and carries lots of memories. Starting with the Harley Davidson bikes that is the first attraction tourist’s love. Leading to the horrifying, empty, and isolated buildings with homeless people in my peripheral vision. In addition to the unpleasant noises from fireworks, and gun shots which sound so close that people want to take cover at any given moment. This place gets so cold that some people have to wear two pair of pants, three shirts, a hat, earmuffs and maybe even five pair of socks just to keep their toes from getting frost bite.

It was a dark night around a fire with my Grandpa FlimFlam told me this story. He said this story was about one of my great ancestors.

My story is like a journey into Hades’s lair but reaching haven. I wasn’t blessed with the emotionally supportive family like some children do. However, I’m glad I wasn’t because it led to my passion for reading. My mom quit her job to stay at home and take care of me and my sister. She was always in the house and was strict about where I could go and what I could do. My dad on the other hand is married to his job. Day and night, he sits at a computer and types undecipherable code into the program. For me, I stayed at home (if I wasn’t at school) and was married to my books.

My parents were chatting about moving to Missouri, I, being a silly child, wished that we could. All my family is located in Missouri, so I wanted to gather with my family members here. I adjusted to Missouri at first: it was a whole new environment for me. I treasure nature, but I observed that it is a really small town compared to Los Angeles. I’ve always been delighted with the city life.