I am greeted by a crisp, cold, wintery, January wind. The gust of wind propels my hair back, while simultaneously sending chills down my spine. I walk out to a darkening sky. It is now around six o’clock in the afternoon. I continue walking to my car. I reach for the car door, and as I grasp the handle it feels as though I am holding an icicle. I open the door with a swift movement, eager to get in the warm car. I shut the door, and wiggle in my seat as I try to get comfortable. I sit back pleased with myself for warming up the car five minutes prior to my departure. I inspect and adjust my side and rear view mirrors making sure they are to my liking. I place my left hand on the steering wheel, and my right hand on the gear shifter. I slide …show more content…
I drive to another stop sign that is only 500 feet for the first stop sign. I turn left onto a two lane road that is nothing but tall loblolly pine trees on both sides of the road. I know this road like the back of my hand. I drive through it every single day and even some nights. The road has no street lights, so the only illumination comes from your own headlights. That is why I usually drive through this road with my highlights on. As I am driving the radio starts to go static, and I turn it off. I don’t think much of it because of my location. I conclude it's just the trees interfering with the signal, nothing uncommon. I continue driving in silence, which allows to think of what homework I need to do once I get home. My thoughts are interrupted by blinding headlights behind me. I ignore the lights and turn my attention toward lowering the heat temperature that is making me sweat. As I’m driving I notice the disturbing lights have vanished. Where did they vanish to? There are no other roads you can turn into, no house off to the side. I’m freaking out, but trying not to dwell on it too much. I’m anxiously wait to see the traffic light that reminds me there is civilization ahead, and I am no longer on a creepy two lane
MYTH 2: “In colder weather, you need to let your car warm up for a couple of minutes before getting on the road.”
Recently I discovered that I have brain tumor. My surgery is scheduled in two weeks, unfortunately this requires an incision in my frontal lobe. This will cause loss of intelligence, personality, and behavior. I have Fourteen days left with a fully functioning brain, wanting to spend this time doing what I love made me decide what to do. In this two week period I will focus on family, friends, and some of my favorite activities. The first five days are going to be spent with my family at Smith Mountain Lake. Following the time at the lake I will rent a beach house and pack it full of my longtime friends. Lastly in the final days leading up to my surgery I will be in the mountains doing what I personally enjoy most. Overall I will be relaxing,
Shattering snowfall of glass surrounded my form with the offending rush of cold air resembled a blizzard; the scent of alcohol now strangled my nose and throat. Blinding lights of neon signs complimented the dark night of the cold fall nights of Telegraph Rd.. However, the chilled air was not able to breach the inside of the warm car that held us; my sister, father, and myself, with the soft music of gospel quietly played. Inevitably, our peaceful serenity was interrupted by the commotion of a semi-truck swerving behind us. Right lane. Left lane. Right lane. Left lane. This behavior became the focus of my father as he was trying to drive us home safely that night. Cautious steering became useless in a single damning moment; our car swerved, my sister wailing, father’s muffled exclamations, and the protruding smell of beer. Thankfully, my body was unscathed; however, the way I envisioned the world changed drastically.
I pull my sweatshirt over my head and walk outside to my truck. Even though the walk to my truck is only a few feet, the bitter cold permeates through my clothes and onto my skin. The black exterior of my truck is tainted by patches of rust and it is spotted with dents. It may not be the best looking, but it is full of character. I pulled open the driver’s side door and was greeted by its familiar squeak, though I never noticed it much anymore. I quickly turned on the heat to the highest fan speed I could, not that it was going to warm things up anytime soon.
On October 31, 2017, my mom expected me to be home by 12:00am. I was driving at night and noticed that I was only forty-five minutes away. I thought about taking a shortcut through the woods. The roads appeared to be working after being reconstructed. The only thing that caught my attention was a sign. I looked at the sign and noticed that I had to be careful of how I drive. I normally drive 60 mph on highways. Sometimes, I go faster than that. I took exit 240 to get home. Ten minutes later, another sign appeared. On this sign, it mentions construction ahead. Since the road was fine, I thought it would not matter. I drove straight down the road without being nervous. I suddenly had a phone call from my mother. She asked, “Where are you?” I told her that I was only ten minutes away.
It was a warm, clear, and a beautiful night while the month was transitioning from July to August, and I was cocooned in my sister’s house on the couch watching TV. It was deep into the night; 1:00 A.M. was the time. Since I was the only one awake, the house was dark, quiet, and serene, because everyone was asleep in their comfort zones. For this reason, I made a radical, and a devious decision to go on a daunting late night drive to Downtown Chicago, 31 miles away. So with something called a“remote” I commanded the TV to shut down; I then grabbed the car keys and without striking anyone's ears, was able to exit smoothly and safely.
We turn down a road that quickly turns into a dirt one. The road was very rough and rugged. There were pot holes everywhere and when you think there was no more it would start up again. The car jerked and jumped and swayed every which way. At one point my head nearly touched the roof, thats how bad the holes and bumps are. The trees curve inward, giving it an arch appearance. It blanketed the road with ominous shadows. The shadows start moving again, not from the wind, but from whatever was hiding among them. Up a little ways I could see a small cabin.
Explanation: The Gospel of John begins like no other. It begins, not at Jesus’ birth, not at the time of the prophets, not even at Adam, but in the very beginning, before there was anything. Anything, that is, except God and the Word who was God. John introduces this Word as the light and the life and the creator of everything. And yet his own creation did not know him. At this point, the man whom Jesus called the greatest prophet of all (Luke 7:28) is introduced: John the Baptist. He came to wake the world up to see their creator that had come to them. Truly, he came to “prepare the way of the Lord” (Isaiah 40:3), a light to testify of the Light that was even already come. John’s role was to open the eyes of the world to see the Christ that had come: the Savior they did not recognize or receive, the Light they,
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My name was announced over the loud speaker “Gary Winthrop now up to bat.” I stepped into the box and took a practice swing. I starred the pitcher right in the eyes tempting him to throw me the ball. He wound up and threw me a slow curve ball that felt like it was hanging in the air forever. I took one step and took a smooth swing. The ball popped off my bat like a rocket and flew over the fence to score the winning run. All 50,000 fans in the stands went crazy. I heard my alarm clock go off, dang it was just a dream. I really didn't feel like going to school.
Jason stared up at Tyler's eyes; deranged, dilated, discolored. Tyler wore a smile on his face, his usual smirk twice as wide and displaying too many teeth. He held a silver and black pistol in his hand.
I just want to start this off with saying I'm sorry for arguing and the attitude issues. Lastnight's not how I wanted to spend it. I didn't get a hug or a kiss, all I got was how did you do tonight as if money was the only thing you seemed to care about. Then you tell me to either get out of the car or go home and I said give me a minute because I was on my feet all night at work. And I didn't wanna,stand around the outside of the gas station. People always say never stop fighting for the person you want once you finally get them. And I feel like you don't want to fight for me because you have me now. You know you always tell me that you want the rayann that I was in st. Pete to come back it's hard for her to come back when the last couple of days/week we've done nothing but argue.
A typical day in a life of a missionary. I am awaken by the sound of
We rolled along the snow crunching under our tires. The yellow light appeared on the dash again. The tires squealed and crossed the yellow dashed line. We quickly pulled back on to our lane trying not to swerve. The traffic in the other lane looked like it went on for miles. By now the traffic had cleared up and barreling at us was a semi. All 18 wheels were shrieking, trying to come to a grinding stop. The trailer of the semi was fishtailing, left then right then left then right. Then it was coming right at
BEEP BEEP BEEP screamed the alarm set on my phone. I rolled over and silenced it as swiftly as I could. I sat up and looked around the humid garage and sighed, and scrunched up my nose in distaste at the odor of vomit and day old pizza filled my nose. I sighed again and got up off of the thin mattress, walking to the door and picking my bag up as I left the garage, and headed to the bathroom. I sighed and looked in the mirror, pulled my hair back, brushed my teeth, and left, thinking the words over in my head on how to tell Hailey that this friendship needed to end because I did not like how it was starting to wear at me. We fought almost constantly and lately she kept trying to pressure me into doing things I really did not care to do and had told her from the start that I was okay with her doing them, but I just did not want to get involved in.