Persuasive Essay - Good Evening

In 1983, Raymond Carver introduced his short story “Cathedral” to the public. The first-person narrative takes place within the narrator’s home, where his wife is waiting upon the arrival of her blind friend Robert. The narrator, however, becomes more concerned about how Robert’s visit will affect him rather than enjoy the situation. Once Robert arrives, the narrator tries to understand the blind man, but he is unaware of what tasks Robert is capable of performing due to the narrator’s inability to “see”. In time, Robert shows the narrator the difference between looking and seeing through illustrations of a cathedral, drawn by the narrator with his eyes closed. “Cathedral’s” narrator exposes readers to anti-heroic views

Let us also pay homage to the members of their families who bravely accepted the irreplaceable loss of a beloved child, parent, partner or sibling.

Being an athletes is one of the best-paid jobs on Earth. Being that they are paid so much the cost for the consumer is very high. The prices of tickets and sports memorabilia have been steadily rising over the years. The average ticket prices for the NHL, MLB, NBA and NFL all rose 5% to 10% this year, according to Jon Greenberg, executive editor of Team Marketing Report. (Mihoces).

The cost of college tuition is continually on the rise and has placed many burdens on high school students as well as their families. Some of the burdens that are placed are a result of parents putting pressure on their children to earn scholarships. Some of the burden is a result of students putting pressure on themselves to earn scholarships. Then, there is the burden of high college debt once the student graduates. Is this pressure really helping our students or is it hurting them? The bottom line is college tuition is skyrocketing out of control and something must be done before it destroys our families and our children.

Last week, we lost a very important person in our life, someone that was a true gentleman, great at singing and dancing, and married to wonderful Katie with two children, Francie and Neeley. He was a fantastic friend, husband, father, and family member to have. Although we will mourn his loss for the rest of our lives, we can always remember how wonderful he was.

Please know that we truly appreciate all the kindness that you have extended to our family over the years. We are so grateful for you and your influence over Jacqueline.

I don't know what would’ve happened to me if you’re were not around to look after me, I would have been lost. Sorry I took some of your time from your family. Again, thanks for everything. When you were growing up, we never hold you back. We always encourage you to excel, and most of all be a good person. Now you are older, and what an amazing person you’ve become! Am sure you’ll do the same for your kids. May God guide you to make the right decision in your life and for your family. Have faith in God. Farewell my

The last time I saw Charlie outside prison walls we were on the run. Charlie was on the run, not I, I just went along for the ride because he was my husband. Charlie was on parole, but he loved to drink his booze. In our state it's a violation to drink while on parole.

My parents had been married for thirty-four years as the time of her death. During that time, they raised three children and were the proud grandparents of six grandkids. No one had to guess where you stood with my mom – they knew. She gave love and showed compassion to anyone who allowed. Growing up, all of our friends called her “Mama T” because she mothered so many and her last name was Tatum.

The name that means so much to our friends and family. A name that brought smiles to face and filled hearts with joy. Here is to a mother, warrior, friend, leader, speaker, writer, and special woman. There is a song by Labrinth called Jealous and there is a lyric "Its hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way you're happy without me". I'm jealous that you are up there with Papa, Old Papa, Robby, and our other family. I love you mom and wish you the best up there as we celebrate your life down here. I know I promised no tears and I'm sorry just know I love you and you will always be

I remember it like it was yesterday. The horror of it. She’s gone. I never thought in a million years it’d end like that. A stroke? After beating cancer, not once, but twice. Seriously? The doctors said she’d never wake up, never talk, never recognize me. Why bother keeping her on life support? It’s not her. My dad told us “she’s not going to make it.” My brother, dropping, fell to his knees. A guy 6’2” 220, lost it. That day ruined our family. Mom was the glue, the one who intervened when my dad went military on us. The one who always had your back and took care of us. But now, because of a nation’s lackadaisical attitude towards type two diabetes, she’s dead.

Source: CDC, National Center for Health Statistics, National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey. Health, United States, 2002. Flegal et. al. JAMA. 2002;288:1723-7. NIH, National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute, Clinical Guidelines on the Identification, Evaluation and Treatment of Overweight and Obesity in Adults, 1998.

Yesterday is the fourth remembrance years of my mother, Katherine Williams. Since I haven't said a words to her in the last 2 years of her death anniversary. Because I can't bear with what I had a sorrowed with her yearly anniversary by not there with us and me. The words in what I want says to her is NOT ENOUGH, conversely, the memories of what I had spend time with my mother when the good and bad in these days are the best ever I had. I don't matter how much the big or small amount that I had spend time with her, I always remember what is she were do with me by seen whoever the mothers are with their children walked passed each others from the outside or inside of the buildings, in stores, hospital, and more. And yet, it is no reason for

“Your assignment is to write a persuasive essay and present it to the class in a week. You will be graded based on how convincing it is. Today we will be choosing topics,” announced Mr. Bowerbank, my 7th grade English teacher and ruler of classroom 110. My class simultaneously groaned at the prospect of work. I simply lifted my head with intrigue as it was already May and about time we had our first essay. He then proceeded to give examples of topics we could choose and gave us some time to think before we had to tell him our topic. My classmates were already rushing to tell the teacher their idea lest someone else steal it. That meant the usual abortion, death penalty, or drug use topics were out. I really couldn't think of anything and the teacher was slowly making his way through the remaining students like an executioner beheading criminals in a line. I have always thought that he would make a marvelous supervillain if he had a curly mustache, a tophat, and a cape. Eventually my name was called. I slowly dragged myself over to his desk. Even sitting down, he still seemed to tower over me. “What is your topic Cindy?” As usual in such desperate times, my mind turned to food. “Waffles are better than pancakes.” I figured that a waffle was just a differently shaped pancake with a nicer texture. “Hmm. Excellent topic. I look forward to your essay!” I survived to live yet another day.

Why spend money that is really needed for other things? Why live uncomfortably? Why be trapped in this hole called a home that belongs to another person? Why not live free and peacefully? When a person rents he or she usually throws away money that could be used to purchase something that belongs to them. Money is not easy to come by so why pay out hundreds toward something that is not benefit to the person paying it out. There is no good explanation for making a decision like this. The best option in a situation like this is to buy a house. Buying a house is a better option than renting an apartment.