The Death Of A Heavenly Father 's Plan Essay

The sound of a police siren is the worst, and scariest sound I’ve heard so far. The blue and the red lights flashing so bright, almost blinding my eyes, and warning me to pull over and stop my car immediately. My hearth was pounding like a drumroll, and my hands were shaking like an earthquake. I was sitting in my car like a statue that is glued to the chair and the wheel of my car and waited for the cops to come over. Two handsome and humble police officers came to my side and asked me to show my license and registration, once I handed my paperwork’s, the tall slim officer went to his vehicle and started examining my information, when the other officer started questioning me. Shortly after I told them, I had a few drinks, the officers told

There I was, feeling as if the entire world was crashing on top of me. I will be the first to say that I haven’t had and worry free and easy life but I will also tell you that nothing will ever compare to that night. The sheriffs were talking but I didn’t listen. I was lost deep in my thoughts and i feared they would always consume me. As I continued to panic, I realized my little sister needed me so I hid it all and played the calm big sister I have always been. My family watched me for a few days as I lost all sense of

I woke up at 7AM to continuous, banging on the front door. Next thing I know ten policemen have barged into my room. I’ve not been able to stop replaying the words that came out of my mom’s mouth. They were quivering but sharp, not like the normal sweet and soft sound of her voice in the morning.

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

The night of December 9, 2011 was easily one of the worst of my life. It all started before I woke. At around 2:30 in the morning, my grandfather (Pepaw), who resided in Keyser, West Virginia, had fallen very ill. My step grandmother called my father to let him know that his father needed emergency surgery and asked him to travel to Keyser Hospital as soon as possible. After the first surgery was completed the doctors at the the Hospital determined that he needed an additional emergency surgery that they were not equipped to preform. At 5:30 A.M. he was Medevaced to Morgantown, West Virginia for the next surgery. After he arrived, the Morgantown Physicians assessed his vitals, and in consultation with the Keysers doctors, they determined that Pepaw was not strong enough to undergo the second

over night Adrian flew to Des Moines, got into the airport's terminal around half an hour before midnight and waited for his morning connecting flight. Him and Ronela were exchanging text messages throughout the night. During the wee hours of the morning, it seemed to him like everyone had left the place, the place was deserted, a ghost town where my son (16 years old) was left completely alone in the terminal..when the temperature dropped..., "I was very cold, I put on everything I had, my sweater and jacket, hat and still was very cold"said Adrian. At a time a lonely janitor passed by and " I tried to talk to him" He said to me through the phone "where is everybody?" Adrian asked him, "I don't know" was his only answer. It's hard to believe, as a father it brakes my heart, no one cared, no one looked around to see a 16 years old boy left there by himself, everybody went home or in their own cocoon... I would expect in a situation like that, someone should have looked around, ask about his whereabouts, put him in a lounge or a smaller room with some other people. How would you feel having someone close to you completely worried, isolated and scared... not to mention this boy is my son. I was heart broken and very sad...

You never know when something might happen. An ordinary day can turn into a tragedy. November 8, 2016, was that kind of day. My dad was deer hunting so that afternoon it was just me and my mom.I was getting ready for gymnastics practice when my mom got a call. The caller ID read “Community Memorial”. I could hear the fear in my mom's voice as she picked up the phone. “H-hello?” she said. I waited nervously as my mom spoke to the hospital. Five minutes later she hung up the phone. “Your dad fell 13 feet out of his tree stand while he was hunting. He called 9-1-1 and is at Community Memorial right now” my mom said. At that point I didn’t know how serious the injuries were. “Is he ok?” I asked.

On April 27, 2016, my dad picked me up early from school to go to the dentist. We were driving until my dad’s car hit a trash can, and skid on the sidewalk. A man was trying to turn left, and my dad did not see him. Civilians were helping Dad and I get out of the vehicle, and Dad was calling the police. Later, the police were calling the paramedics because my arm was hurting. The paramedics arrived, and my arm

The phone rings. It’s three am. Mrs. Smith knows something is wrong immediately. Her son Sean, seventeen year-old, straight A student, and local high school quarter back, didn’t come home last night. He never called. She answers the phone, dreading what will come next. It’s the state police. There was an accident on Route 5, a head on collision. Her son was driving while intoxicated. He swerved into the other lane, right into oncoming traffic. The driver of the other car didn’t make it. She died on impact. Her son was on his way to the hospital, he lost a lot of blood. They didn’t know if he would make it either.

Religion is an attempt for solace with the things unknown; a way for humans to explain the metaphysical world in a way that is simple to comprehend. It gives people a sense of purpose, a sense of hope. This new found hope and purpose creates a concept of fate, that people were born on this Earth to do a specific task or undergo a specific set of events. Gabriel Garcia Marquez uses religion to create this sense of fate within his novella Chronicle of a Death Foretold. Marquez uses religious images created by allusions to the bible, the foreshadowing of Santiago’s death, and symbols to emphasize the role of fate.

I breath between tears with at least some hope that my mother will still be alive when I hear a moan on the other side of the bed. I gasp when I see her face down I pick her up and I hold her in my arm and she coughs up blood and between little murmurs I catch her telling me that she loves me and that I need to be strong when all of sudden she stops breathing. I stop to sob because for some reason I forgot who to cry instead I held my mother. Sirens get louder and louder when the front door opens and a bunch of people come in repeating into their radios “two people down and one alive” and five people surrounded me ask me “are you okay” and I just look at them with confusion why would ask me that when it was clear that I had just lost both of my parents. They took my mother away and took me to and ambulance outside of my house. As I was close to the ambulance I look over at the police car and found this teenaged boy who look at me with fury that when I realized that had to be the boy that killed my parents everything went black and just felt my body drop to the

The first signs of religion date back to 230,000 B.C.E and it has been an influential factor in the decision making in communities since the Neolithic era. Religion is continually used to this day to create moral frameworks for communities, give a sense of togetherness for communities and to give comfort in those in need. However, religion has caused thousands of wars, racism and has created very controversial creational topics that are still debated about today. It is an undisputed fact that religion has an incredible influence on the decisions of society and influences the thought process of a population: “Religion is the opium of the people” – Karl Marx. Is this the end of your introduction? Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel Garcia Marquez is a novelette that takes place in Latin America during the 1920’s; it is a non-linear story about the murder of Santiago Nasar. The story explains in a

Trials come our way to flip our faith upside-down. Many times this comes in the form of lack of faith. Sometimes details in the Bible are confusing, and the easiest path is to let our faith suffer. However, the best thing to do in these times is often unclear. But with the help of Jeremiah 29:11, our attention shifts back to the bigger purpose God wants us to know about. It reminds us that he already planned out our future. Every part of his plan comes with a reason. He simply has not shown us yet. In times like these looking back on my life verse helps

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to