My Heros Journey

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.

Journey is the pathway to growing up. It is the feeling when you look up in the car after being on the road for a few hours and discover you are back home, the place you’ve been longing to get back to all week. It’s the realization that this time next year you will be halfway done with highschool. It’s all of those feelings wrapped up in one.

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.

Let me tell you a short story about this boy. It was 9 o'clock in the afternoon when his parent asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, he said with enthusiasm "I want to be a doctor", not knowing what it is. After that we just went about our days. Ten years later, he's a senior in junior high school getting ready to embark on the road where many have failed. He did what he had to do so that he can graduate. Graduation day was here and pretty quickly. His parents said to him, "no more fun and games, you are going to enter high school. All I want from you is to pass your class of high grades , graduate and go on to college to pursue your career to become a doctor." This kid heard a lot of things when it comes to becoming a doctor and

Mankind had believed themselves to have escaped the horrors that preyed on them in bygone ages. Perhaps they were right. Mostly. The torch of scientific progress kindles by newton and his companions spread like wildfire over the centuries that followed, and drove the beasts that dwelt in our shadows scampering back into the darkened pits that had spawned them; turning the hunter into the hunted. Physics, the idea that our world operates through universal laws, defeated the ancient magics that had once left Kings and nobles alike shivering in the all concealing night. Darwin and his concept of evolution banished the ancient monsters with such speed and ferocity that even hercules himself would have been envious. But there are still places in our world where the light of modern day hasn’t come to contact with . i come to you not with a tale of some hidden cave in the heart of the wilderness, but that endless sprawl that surrounds all of humanity's great achievements. The last great uncharted territory. The ocean

“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 a cold, breezy fall day Kayla, Connor, and I went for a long tiring hike. The trails seemed never ending and you could not see the top of the hills.

Somehow, Faelan managed to find her way to the garden. She did admit, rather reluctantly, that she had exited the castle as soon as she could and then followed the pebbled road towards greenery in the distance. She arrived first and took the opportunity to look around at the maze of green. There were emerald hedges that raced around in linear lines and flourishing flowers ordered and sectioned off between gaps in the hedges, as well, as impressive marble benches stationed at intervals along the path. Although it was much larger than the quaint garden in Highever, Faelan couldn’t help but be reminded of home. She fingered a still budding rose and thought briefly of her brother, Fergus.

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

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

“Why aren’t I accepted,” The deceptive words caught in my throat and begged me to give up. In the mirror stood a girl who would be overall improved by death. My stomach snarls like a pack of wolves nearly about to attack, but as always they back down, going away into their cages once more. My telephone all of a sudden ejects with the sound of my lugubrious ringtone. It panics the waterworks exploding out of my bloodshot eyes. I clutch the unholy box and answer the call to let the demons free roam.

Here I was, in a room full of conversation. There were tons of bodies and communication, even emotion, in this room, but I felt utterly alone. My mind was no longer naive. It no longer allowed me to falsely believe that I was meant to be included in this friendly atmosphere. My soul is desperate for attention and love, to the point of denial, and false comprehension, but my mind is logical and stronger. My soul lost, and I’m not sure which is better. Being happy, surrounded in a fictitious bubble, armored by naivety, or being miserable, in a bubble built upon truth

Bottling up feelings and emotions are quite difficult for the average person. Many people have certain coping mechanisms or like talking about their issues to others in order to help them overcome that problem and grow from that experience. Sometimes certain coping mechanisms tend to worsen one’s problems and that person’s mind may become skewed by creating new problems instead of facing the original issue. In my case, the coping mechanism I once valued corrupted my mind in such a way that I once believed that this certain vice was my only route to sanity and comfort. Two eating disorders called Bulimia Nervosa and Anorexia Nervosa happened to be my trail to sanity and acceptance for eight years of my life. As a young woman, I had major problems with self-esteem, acceptance, depression, and feelings of worthlessness. There was a sinister, demented voice constantly whispering distortions in my head; anything I did was not good enough, everything I said was not smart enough, and everyone who I loved was distant from me. I soon began to believe this demon in my head and later found a way to silence that demon by purging and starving. These coping mechanisms then turned into an addiction which gave me a sense tranquility and control. I was on my highest high after every purge, feelings of accomplishment and alleviation enveloped my psyche. I was too closed-minded to change my