Personal Narrative: Baby Doll

Calling God “a tremendous lover,” Thompson displays that God is the people’s destiny. He ends his poem with: “Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest, / I am He whom thou seekest!/ Thou dravest love from thee who dravest Me.” (Thompson, 180-182). Do not try to run away from God because God is always going to here. Do not be surprised by God when He knows what people are searching for before they even know themselves. Do not be afraid of God because He is trying to find His people to pursue their happiness. God will not give up on anyone, so do not try to drive God’s love away. This poem elicited the awakening of Day’s soul in order to accept God into her life: “The idea of this pursuit by the Hound of Heaven fascinated me. The recurrence of it, the inevitableness of the outcome made me feel that sooner or later I would have to pause in the mad rush of living and remember my first beginning and my last end” (Day, 84). When she stopped her busy life and thought about the meaning of life, God appeared in her life. Dorothy Day realized that God is the origin and goal of life. God is the “first beginning” of life and the one people should follow till the very “last

“When a child first catches adults out----when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not have divine intelligence,that their judgements are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just---his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safty gone. And there is one thing about the fall of the gods. … they crash and shatter …. it is a tedioe job to build them up again; they never quite shine.

All through the beginning of his memoir, he shows a strong understanding with his belief in God and how God has and will teach him everything there is in the world. He states that a world without God is, simply, a world not worth living in. Throughout his childhood, any struggles that he encounters are always fixed with a sign from God.

Some times the question of “Where is God” surfaces with all the adversities, and I find myself asking “what is God doing for all these people who are suffering?” But however amidst all the issues I know that He is there, and all these problems and conflicts do not change the fact that God exists, and I still have hope for change for these suffering people no matter what the circumstance.

Painted Girl put her bags down on the counter, tired from a long day at work. Tizio was great. He’d taken her to his uncles place and they’d spent a wonderful day ordering things from his antique store. She looked around the kitchen. Chinese takeout littered the countertop but no one had cleaned up. She picked up a note.

"My mother was the first to open my eyes to God when I was nine. We knew our family would be separated at auction, so my mother told my siblings and I '...there is a God, who hears and sees you, … he lives in the sky... and when you are beaten, or cruelly treated, or fall into any trouble, you must ask help of him and he will always hear and help you ' (Monges). 'If you ask him to make your masters and mistresses good, he will ' ("Sojourner Truth

Although secure in her makeshift safe house, she was by no means sheltered from the insidious scratching. The scratching was joined with another sound, one not so alarming in tone. It was a baby’s sob, sounding so hurt and in need. All of these things pounded in the girl's mind. What if it was her baby doll? Her baby needed her. She couldn’t reject her little helpless baby.

There were many emotions that I experienced throughout the time that I had the baby. One among many was not anger but almost a despise of the fake baby. I did not think that taking the baby would be really as bad as it was, this being in the way that I was so strung out over this tiny machine making noise and others making a big deal out of it just adding to the stress. Also there were several points in this time that between my tiredness and my anger I was having mental collapses, crying, panicking, anxiety, these were things like me waiting for the baby to cry and then when it wouldn stop I would have to hold myself back or I felt like I was about to snap.

In the assigned writing, Stan Coppinger attempts to enlighten the reader about God’s character, based on his own personal experiences. I found it intriguing that Coppinger, who has been diagnosed with incurable cancer, claims his faith in God has grown following his diagnosis; in general, people tend to lose their faith when confronted with life altering obstacles. Although Coppinger’s story is inspiring, I am skeptical about the validity of his claim when it is expanded to incorporate the general population because much of his supporting evidence relies on his faith, which is entirely objective.

Let me tell you, leaving a baby gate open when there is a toddler in the house is not a good idea. Somehow, someway, a toddler falling down stairs can turn out good in the long run. I know that makes like zero sense but, it will all come together.

I have for months been in apprehension that David would volunteer. Yet, joining the Army will be a terrible trial to me. He joined the Washington County Company commanded by Capt.Willet. They are now at Camp Cummings, the Fair ground. David sold his Pistol, got $25 for it, paid some of his little debts and we are preparing shirts with crochet work. He is very serious and deliberate about it, and the poor boy, he will be more so as the hardships thicken upon him. He was anxious to be called in.

God is not only there-an actually existent being; he is personal and we can relate to him in a personal way” (Alin, 2015).

I will never forget the day my parents told me and my sister that we were having

Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.

The enforcement of specific gender roles by societal standards in 19th century married life proved to be suffocating. Women were objects to perform those duties for which their gender was thought to have been created: to remain complacent, readily accept any chore and complete it “gracefully” (Ibsen 213). Contrarily, men were the absolute monarchs over their respective homes and all that dwelled within. In Henrik Ibsen’s play, A Doll’s House, Nora is subjected to moral degradation through her familial role, the consistent patronization of her husband and her own assumed subordinance. Ibsen belittles the role of the housewife through means of stage direction, diminutive pet names and through Nora’s interaction with her morally ultimate