My Hero's Journey

A hero's place in society has remained relatively consistent since the very beginning of time. Throughout the years, people have seen many different versions of larger-than-life heroes, who have completed seemingly impossible tasks and persevered through immense adversity. The common denominator between all of these heroes has always been that each and every one of these beings has put his/her own life in danger and fought great battles in the pursuit of a better life for mankind as a whole.

What images come to mind as you reflect on your childhood? Playgrounds, blackboards, and soccer balls may be among the warmest of memories. Yet for many mermaids swim their thoughts, princesses get swept of their feet, and lions roar to their loyal place in the animal kingdom. There is no doubt that today’s entertainment has most of its touch using classical influences. Walt Disney has produced animated films that have captured the heart and imagination of audiences of all ages around the world through the magic of storytelling and imagery. Many of us appreciate the imagination and magic that Disney puts into its animations with out knowing they are based off of classical and traditional storylines

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...

Could you ever imagine sending your child on a field trip knowing that end purpose was for them to die? GOD sent his only son, Jesus Christ, to earth ultimately for this trip. Desire coming from the flesh of a woman, Jesus Christ is GOD's son. Jesus walked the earth to teach us about his father and how he wished for us to live, so that our souls would be clean in order to reach the pearly gates of heaven.

There I was sitting at the table eating what the nuns like to call food what just looked like to me slop I was sitting with my friend Felix. He came across a carrot and it was a full-size carrot he just sat there and stared at it not even touching it if he did not hurry up and I was going to grab it and eat it.

Everyone has their own adventure(s) in life and so everyone obviously has their own definition of what a Hero's Journey is. All journeys, however, include a majority of the same stages; from slaying dragons, both literally and figuratively, following one's bliss and going into the belly of the beast. Before we go any further, let me explain what the Hero's Journey even is. The Hero's Journey is a series of events that Joseph Campbell studied and first identified as a journey that all people go though. The pattern of the events appears in not only works from all ends of the literary spectrum including drama and myths, but is also linked to psychological development and self-growth. This journey applies to fictional characters, of course,

“Over here!” Lori called to her friend, Kayla as she was trudging below the blazing hot Arizona sun. After looking up and seeing Lori, Kayla shouted “Coming!” while jogging happily to greet her best friend. Both girls were looking forward to this get together because they were planning on hiking a new trail through the beautiful desert mountains. “I am so excited!” Kayla exclaimed once Lori caught up to Kayla. Carrying small filled bags with a couple granola bars, water, a hat, a couple of bandages and some sunscreen, you could see the anticipation in their eyes for this fun adventure! Although they didn’t do much research on this trail, they were thrilled for the trip ahead.

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

Shortly after the discovery that my beloved wife had gone missing, I began to retrace my steps in search of her. I believe I must have lost her in the process of cycling up the hill; however, I cannot seem to make out which path I had come from.

Marlo is just trying to test the security guard at the convenience store, when he goes in to buy a bottle of water, aware that there is a security officer in the store watching him like a hawk. Marlo does not care, he knows that he has more power than the officer. To test his power, he pays for his water as he stares at the security officer. Marlo takes a few suckers and places them into his pocket without buying them. He then walks out without blinking an eye, knowing that there will be confrontation. Marlo does this because he knows his power and place in the city, and is not afraid of anyone, nevertheless a cop.

Tom opened his eyes the sunlight creeping through the cracks of his small cabin. He lives in the potato fields of Idaho surrounded by woods and a pond next door.It was blazing hot the sun scorching everything beneath it. He went out to the fields looking for some potatoes which is all he would ever eat. He would occasionally go fishing or hunting, Using what his parents left him to cook meals and catch wildlife . He is lonely the only company he has was his horse. He was twelve years old and living on his own. His family had left him to find money when he was five promising they would be back in a year .Every morning when he wakes he says to himself this is the day, and goes out and looks at the horizon waiting for them to show. Its has been

I sat by myself in the second seat behind the bus driver. It had been raining all day and we rambled along slowly, splashing the sides of the bus with dirt and mud, with each puddle we drove through. A large puddle, almost a lake, comes view. We slow down easing toward the pond. “Are we going around?” I shout up at the bus driver. Our driver glances in the mirror at our at anxious faces, and a smile slowly spreads up his face.

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.

The steps I took in continuation of my walk began to slightly differ, as my left foot would be firmly and flatly stamped into the ground while my right simulated a near-nosedive into the earth, but always flattened just as it approached the saturated soil, skimming the crest of the earth with the sole of my boot. Every other step, I would alternate the roles assumed by each foot of the one preceding it; my right would assume the stamp-like duties of the left foot, and vice versa. I wasn’t entirely certain as to why I actually put forth effort into doing something as silly and ridiculous such as that, especially in light of what had just happened moments before with Richard, however it brought me pleasure through the simple medium of being temporarily

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Susana. She was afraid of the dark and the woods. Her school was taking a field trip for three days and the trip was called Atwood. Atwood was like an outdoors and indoors camp. You stayed in dorm rooms in bunkbeds, you had classes, hiked in the woods, built shelters, and did a lot of other fun stuff. Even though she was scared, Susana really wanted to go.“ This isn’t going to be that bad,” she thought. There were workers there and Susana wanted to introduce herself and tell them all about her fears.” Hi I’m Susana and I have fears of the dark and the woods so if you could just help me along the way and make sure I’m protected that would be great.” The workers thought this was really interesting because