Personal Narrative Essay : The Parable Of The Good Samaritan

in 2014 I had done a lot of fundraising in the past year such as selling about 50 spam musubis a day plus cookies and brownies and even selling bentos and doughnuts ands finally trail mix bars during school. even outside of school I did fundraising from car washes to even mowing yards. eventually I made enough money with the help of all my family to get to go on the trip. I even made more money so I could relinquish it so I can buy gifts and such things like food. I'm not infallible at Japanese because it so happens that I cant read any of the signs that are in japan. when we landed in japan it was amazing because the airport was so huge and had paintings that look so amazing. when we got our luggage, it was pouring rain when we went outside to the bus. it was about an hour and a

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

I learned early on not to judge a Jelly Bean by its color, and that it was an unrewarding practice to group together these individual candies because when not every bean fit into a color category, I forced it to. The same can be said for people. Each and every one of us are unique individuals, and it is virtually impossible to effectively ‘sort’ us into groups - even more so as our society progresses. Identifiers such as race, religion, sexual orientation - even gender - which we once used to group people together, now make up the many cracks in modern American society. It is this action of separating the Red Jelly Bellies from the rest that creates an almost immobile American mindset: you are a Red… you must be a cherry.

Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.

Americans are categorized into different races and it is believed that by belonging in a group, it 's members are the only ones able to understand each other and those who have experienced the same problems are not able to. Rodriguez argues that Americans often state,"You can 't know what I 'm feeling unless you are me," (Rodriguez 26). People want to be different and by being included in a 'race ', it makes the individual feel unique. This

Have you ever walked down that white tile floor that reeked of bleach, with a bouquet of roses and daisies, all tied into one? Well, I have. My brother was in a small hospital room for a little over a week, trying to recover from a car accident with a minor concussion. I remember standing close by my dad as we went into the huge elevator filled with people. I slowly made my way to the far right corner and waited till our stop. As the elevator ringed, we snuck out of the crowd of people and turned the corner. I knocked on the door. The door slowly squeaked opened with a nurse on the other end. I look over to the bed; my brother had needles and wires stuck into him like a pincushion. But yet, he still managed to get some sleep. I set the box of chocolates on the table beside him, and then set my own self onto the small, unpleasing couch. Trying to get comfortable, I

Dawson’s article, A Christian Proposal to Peacemaking in a New Country, focuses on the different types of faith based efforts that Christians all over the world are currently involved in that focus on both forgiveness and reconciliation and ways to bridge the gap between victim and offender. He begins his thoughts by reminding the reader that everyone has sinned, but that God responds with forgiveness, and has given us an opportunity to start anew through the death and resurrection of Christ, thus reconciling us to God. Here is where the reconciliation process begins. He also briefly brushes upon that it is man’s inability to resist emotions like envy, fear, and contention, that results in hatred for another person or group of people, which is why there is a continuous flow of conflict in the world. This is why we as Christians should understand and embrace the power of the cross. Throughout the article Dawson continuously, encourages and challenges all Christians to join the ministry of reconciliation movement and become reconcilers stating, “our goal, of course, has always been to see people reconcile to God through the Gospel” (Dawson, 2001, p.234). He maps out a model for reconciliation that defining the following:

It begins before a child takes their first breath, and it continues throughout their life. People are classified, we are classified. We are classified, categorized, ordered, divided, indexed and ranked. This lifelong occurrence classifies us in numerous ways, which influence, if not assign or destine, many aspects of the lives in which we live. The things that make up the people who we are, the things that make us, “us,” are often the same things that are exploited to categorize us. We are categorized by our race, religion, ethnicity, education, geographic location, disability, age, biological sex, sexual orientation and gender. We are categorized by who we identify as, who we are, our gender identity. We are categorized by who we who are attracted to, who we love, our sexual orientation. Who we are and how we are classified are unavoidably intertwined. As the person we grow to become, and the

There is nonthing better than spending time with your family and to make it even better I plan on having my family donate as much food,and clothing toeveryone that is in need. We also plan to help with the Salvation Army and raise money for that awarness by going to local stores and ringing the bell and playing some great holiday music! This will be a great holidya because im getting older and its just better to give

My mom squeezed my hand with tears running down her face. She quickly wiped her eyes when the nurse walked in. We were ready to get the appointment started. First came the normal check up procedures. I desperately wanted the doctor to come so I could tell him my symptoms and get out of this place. The nurse finished up and we were told to wait for Doctor Phil to come in.

When people look at the Samaritans, they may have very different view points. Some may think that they are terrible people because of the ways the Jews viewed them. Others might think they are a wonderful group of people because of the story of the Good Samaritan found in Luke. No matter one’s opinion of the Samaritans, no one can deny they were a fascinating group of people. The Samaritans worshipped like no other group of people. Their hatred for the Jews intrigues many, and their history explains a lot about their ways. The Samaritans were not all bad though; one samaritan makes many people believe this. The people of Samaria continue to intrigue many every day.

“Hey boys! Let’s go pick up trash around the park!” During dog walks around our local park, my family and I had noticed an accumulating amount of trash scattered around the park, making it look like “No Man’s Land”. Cigarette butts littered the ground like bullet cartridges and broken bottles were strategically arranged like barbed wire. My dad thought we had a responsibility to help our neighborhood, so he drafted my brother and me to pick up trash, yet the responses he heard were not from patriotic soldiers but from ungrateful eighth graders:

It hurts that my cousin is going through this, I wish him the best as he continues his journey. I'm happy to know there are believers like Kevin Lilly out here. His non-profit organization "Samaritan Steps" is familiar with the issues LGBT youth face when coming out to family. Often they end up experiencing a myriad of challenges such as homelessness, depression, suicide, and drug addiction due to disownment. I just want to shout him out for working hard to provide housing and stability for those going through this. I can proudly say he is someone I look up to, and an example of someone who would ACTUALLY do what Jesus would

What is heroism? Things preformed Superman, Batman, or The Flash? This is what most people think about when they hear the word hero or heroism. Although these characters show heroism, the definition of heroism does not have to be narrowed to the stereotypical hero. Many people have different concepts on heroism. A hero can be a ordinary person like a firefighter or cop. Heroism is a attribute that a person can obtain but they have to choose actions that help others like a fearless firefighter or cop helping others. Heroism also does not call for a reward for being heroic. Heroism is a quality or an act in all of us that a person uses to benefit for the good of other people even if there is a risk.

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and