My Story for His Glory

She sometimes thought John would no longer recognize her; it had been so long that "he would be a child beside her if she saw him now" (3). She doubts herself; she doesn't think John would recognize her but reassures herself that his love and understanding would require no explanations of her. This pride she derives from John and her children makes her "jiltings" seem more like a blessing: "It made her feel like rolling up her sleeves and putting the whole place to rights again" (3). There were still so many things she could do for her children; she didn't want to be taken yet: "that would have to wait. That was for tomorrow" (3). She was telling death, "tomorrow" not today.

Zachari's grandmother showed the QP the court documents the probation officer left that reports he has 20 hours of community services, have no contact with the co-defendants, curfew set by the parent, and contact with his probation officer.

What would happen next?!  She began to go down, she put one foot down on the next step.  The ladder began to wobble Chu-yi, holding on tightly stops moving ,and the ladder is still.  Chu-yi knew that could have been bad.  She makes it half way down the ladder while her heart is beating like a drum.  Chu-yi starts to hum the swift birds's song to calm herself. Bang, Chu-yi hears the sound and hurries down the ladder.

There is nothing that compares to that last game. It makes no difference how exciting every other game is – that last one-it is like no other. Watching my daughter play the last few seconds of the North Half starter game was both exciting and bittersweet. Yes, there have been many games before leading up to this one, yet, this game seems so different. And, though this game starts the tournament and ends her basketball career, it still represents so much more.

After I met with the Knights of Columbus, I drove out to my aunt’s place. As we ate lunch, she said, “You know your father was kicked out of the Knights for arguing with the pastor over the parting of the Red Sea,” and she went on to tell me the story. He said an asteroid landed in the Mediterranean Sea, and it had an affect like dropping a rock in a puddle. It pushed the Red Sea into the Gulf of Aden, and by the time the Egyptian Army entered the Red Sea, the waters were returning to their normal elevation.

A mysterious yet beautiful unknown hidden world to human eyes which held the deepest, shimmering eternal blue, just like the finest sapphire jewels or the prettiest earth flowers, hidden deep beneath the dark crystal waters. I was born in these waters, and to the ocean is where I will return and die. I closed my eyes, as I turned my face to the wind. The warm, gentle breeze caressed my bare ivory skin, as I felt the warmth and feeling return to the edges of my fingertips.

I was standing in line with my friends Liya and Kathryn and my dad who was buying four Six Flags tickets. Our bodies were all sweaty from the hot burning weather. My mouth slowly opened and I hardly breathed like some crazy animal was chasing me. It was so hot! I grabbed the dark green tall water bottle from my dad’s blue backpack, and pressed my lips against the little plastic straw and started hungrily drinking the fresh clean water. Then my hands quickly put the water bottle in the small black pocket of the backpack.

lowly walking, I didn't know where I was.I was so confused that I couldn't bare to looking at anyone.That's when I saw the sign.The words,”Arbeit Macht Frei,(Work Sets You Free)”.That sign still reminds me of the terrible thing that I have witnessed and experienced.We were walking in Auschwitz, I told Elie that we shouldn't worry and we should stay together but I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen.We walked in and I could see women, men, and children.Skinny and weak. I was worried about Elie. Hilda.Beatrice.Tzipora. Shlomo. Me.I didn't know what to say.I didn't know how to express how I felt. I told everyone not to worry like I did. ”Okay, mother.”Don't worry. Everything will be okay”.While we were standing I could hear 8 little but very impactful words.”Men to the left!

It has been two years since you passed. It has been a year since I unearthed your vacant coffin with Oskar. Yet, it has been less than a second since you came to my mind. A day has yet to pass where I do not ponder of you, imagine you. I have seen pictures and heard stories of you, yet it always pains me that I could not have a place within them. I know nothing of you, my own child. In fact, I cannot call you, Thomas Schell, mine. There is nothing of me in you, and that will always be my deepest regret. If I had two lives, I would spend them both with you, as if that would somewhat compensate for the unjust life I forced upon you. A life without a father. Though, a boy need-not be raised by man, when a woman as sturdy as your mother is in place. I

sat in my 8th hour room, staring at the clock, waiting for it to finally hit 3:05. After what felt like an eternity I heard the ring of the bell and a wave of students rushed out into the summer air. Summer was finally here and I couldn’t be happier. I had a whole three months to do whatever I wanted. No homework, no tests, no teachers. I hopped on my bus that would drive me home and deliver me to freedom.

Edgar Allen Poe is well known for the overall depressing and morbid ideals that are typically associated with his work. The Raven encompasses these dark ideals flawlessly. Fueling the nightmares of readers for nearly two-hundred years, The Raven is undoubtedly a work of mystifying and intriguing art. The last stanza of the poem condenses the nightmares of Poe in six short lines. These six lines reiterate the depths of despair and self-torment reached by the narrator.

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

But, being that they saw no one other than her, they thought she had lost her mind. What they did not see was that Jesus was leading one of his soldiers home and she was talking to him.

Second amendment rights are a controversial subject, but in her article, “A Peaceful Woman Explains Why She Carries a Gun,” Linda M. Hasselstrom explains why those rights are important to her. Hasselstrom uses logos, pathos, and ethos to entertain readers and to inform them of why she carries a gun.

Medical marijuana is one of the most controversial and discussed topics that has been brought many arguments in the United States. Although medical marijuana remains illegal under the federal law, 21 states and Washington, DC allowed the use of it ("The Lesser of Two Evils: The Argument for Medical Marijuana Use in Children”, 2013). Advocates say that marijuana has medical benefits and should be legal, while opponents believe that it has a “high potential for abuse” (Medical) and should remain illegal. Among all of the arguments, proponents have represented a strong