Persuasive Speech - Original Writing

About 4 years ago I woke up to get ready for school and I could tell something was seriously wrong.Little did i know my grandfather was dying. My mom had tears in her eyes and I really did not think anything about it. And what was really weird was my dad was gone. I got in my moms car with all my stuff, ready for

I am sure that everyone of you have heard about aliens and UFOs. Indeed, we all have heard about the famous case of aliens and UFOs in Roswell, New Mexico. Most people might be interested in the topic of aliens, but I know that the majority of you just think of it as rumours and the existence of them are impossible. Therefore, I am standing here in front all of you to make you change your perspective. I am strongly confident that I have found the evidence of their real existence to convince all of you.

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

Persuasive speech outline purpose: To persuade my audience to donate blood through the American Red Cross. Introduction:

Have you served in a war? Has your father or mother served in a war? How about your grandpa? As we honor those who have served we typically do so by standing for the pledge of allegiance or star spangled banner. We say thank you to our war heroes or we go and visit them and listen to their stories. In this paper I will be discussing why NFL players should not be allowed to kneel for the flag. Although the NFL players have the right to peacefully protest, they should find a different way than kneeling as it shows disrespect towards the flag also active duty military and veterans, it teaches young children this behavior is okay, what they are protesting has nothing to do with the flag and there are many different ways to get their message out.

The next day, we only focused on celebrating her, with her cremation and church ceremonies. These few days were probably the longest and most painful days I ever lived through. That night, I remember my dad, aunts and uncles telling stories, remembering my grandma. The story that my dad told was so sad, it made me tear up. After all of that depressing events, me and my cousins just laid back and played on our Nintendo DS and we watched hours worth of TV. Although with all of what had happened, we still found a way to have tons of fun and tried to catch

I remember my dad making our family go visit and warning us not to be shocked when we saw her. That she was undergoing chemotherapy and that had taken a toll on her body. I again, not knowing exactly what chemotherapy was just thought it was some type of medicine that was going to make her all better. Once we arrived though i got super excited and sprinted to the front door step. I rang the doorbell twice and squished my little face against the cold window to see if my grandma was coming to the door. That's when my heart dropped. She answered the door and she didn't look my grandma. She was wearing a blue jean dress, but it almost seemed like the blue jean dress was wearing her. She gave me a big hug, i was now able to wrap my arms around her entire fragile body. She also seemed a lot more exhausted than normal too, like she hadn't slept in a while, but what i noticed the most was that her use to be curled golden blonde hair was now buzzed short and dark

I had just finished my basketball practice. I was feeling ecstatic because I was making baskets left and right like Kobe Bryant. My coach even told me that he has never seen me play like that before. Then I strutted outside and found my father parked outside the school in his large, brown pick-up truck. I hopped inside and turned my seat heater to high because it was frigid, winter weather outside. My dad made some casual small talk, then he gave me the news. He stated in a low, dull voice, “Hey Jack, grandma past away today.”

My grandpa had to move in with us because he was sick. Because we didn’t have any rooms left; I volunteered to let him stay in my room and i’ll sleep on the couch. We took care of him daily and made sure he took his medicine. One particular day he was in the room and he wasn’t talking and stayed in bed all day. I came back from school and took a nap but when i finally woke up, everybody was in his room surrounding him. I was curious on what was going on and then all of a sudden he took his last breath and he passed away right in front of us.

I knew something was wrong with my great-grandma because we would only travel to Mexico to visit her. When we arrived outside my great-grandma’s house were two police cars and an ambulance. My mom ran out of the car and into the house, my dad followed her. My dad told us to wait in the living room and turn on the television while he and my mom talked to my aunt. A couple minutes later my mom comes into the room and tells me, “your great-grandma committed suicide.” When I heard those words it’s like the world paused, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t react, I couldn’t move. She also told me it happened in the backyard, although she said I had to stay inside I had to go see for myself. I walked outside and I’ll never forget what a saw, it was my grandma except it wasn’t the upbeat, lively great-grandma that made the best apple pie I knew, it was a lifeless, somber version of her. After seeing her, I ran inside the house and

Upon arriving to our apartment, my sister, brother, and I shared three hours of endless stories my mom had missed. Soon after, my parents decided it was time for bed. Having lost in a round of rock, paper, and scissors, I was forced to sleep on the floor with my parents while my sister and brother took over the bunk beds. Within a couple of hours into falling asleep, I woke up around 3’o clock from the floor vibrating with the bass notes from the bar downstairs. Scattered memories of my grandma suddenly rushed into my head: all the times I vented to her about how much I didn't want to go to piano lessons; the times I cried to her, limping back home with a bloody scraped knee; and the times we laughed together as my baby brother tried to talk to SpongeBob and Patrick through the TV. The last memory was the final straw, and I was ready to explode with the welled up tears from trying to seem like I had it all together. Still trying to hide my true emotions, I banged my head against the wooden leg of the bunk bed in an attempt to cover the true source of the teardrops. After hearing the loud thump, my parents immediately woke up asking me, “What’s wrong, what happened,” and going along with being the boastful kid I was, I responded, “I hit my head on the bed.” My mom replied, “Everything will be okay.” But everything was not okay because my grandma should have been next to me but instead, she was half way across the world.

Soon we got to my grandma's house and we rushed to her room and saw her in her bed but, she didn't give me that big bear hug. On her stomach was the orange and yellow thing, I tried to grab it but my mom just gave it to me in tears. They grabbed these big brown things and started to put her stuff in there. My mom found another orange and yellow thing and didn't put it in the big brown box thing she put it in my diaper bag while giving it a kiss. She and my grandma were heart broken. A person came up to my mom and said,¨ I'm sorry for your lost.¨ and left

That night when I went home, I could not sleep. I kept turning and twisting searching for comfort, because I felt disconnected from my great grandmother. I never imagine for one minute that my nana would be laying down in a hospital bed.

Grandpa sat on the couch watching his T.V. show, while the rest of us were at the kitchen table then it came out of my mouth. “Grandma, Dad, and Chelsea, Nana has Stage 2 lung cancer. When I told them they froze where they were at and drooped there things that were in there hands. Their hearts probably stopped beating and drooped thousands of feet how mine

For example, using a leftover coffee can for loose nails or screws, or even washing and reusing a plastic zip-loc bag instead of throwing it in the garbage. Thrift shopping is a way of reusing someone else’s unwanted goods. As I spoke about in an earlier speech about thrifting, I included many locations and ways to thrift, also the benefits to the shopper and the donator. One place in particular was shopping at the local boys and girls club. I personally shop there, keeping my eyes open for a good deal. For example, the pair of jeans that I am wearing today was purchased from this store just a few months ago. I paid only $8.00 for this pair of Lucky Jeans and according to buckle.com, a retailer for lucky jeans the retail price is $99.00 that is a savings to me of $91.00.I am not the type to worry about name brands, but quality usually does cost more. If I can get a quality pair of jeans at a fraction on the price, I am glad to shop at the thrift store. I am thankful to the person that made the donation of the lucky jeans and they can benefit from that donation. According to the IRS webpage, IRS. Gov it explains that an individual can donate items like clothing, household furniture and furnishings, a car or boat, even taxidermy. The donations are appraised, by the donator, and recorded. At the time of filing taxes if the donation equals at least $500 for the year, the donator may take advantage of the