The Death Of The Young Man Who Is Leading The Family

The death of a loved one is not something that is easy to live through. For Cheryl Strayed that was no different, but Strayed used it as her driving force at a chance to pursue her dreams as well as an opportunity make her grieving heard. She battle with the death of her mother as well as her whole life being turned upside down as acknowledged in, “I’d find my strength again, far from everything that had made my life ridiculous” (Strayed 57). One thing that did not change throughout it all was that she still enjoyed literature and her dream to pursue to be a well know writer. Throughout her entire journey of the PCT she continued to read and to expand on her knowledge, not only about the PCT but as well as about herself which is addressed in “Even the Faulkner novel had more right to be in my pack, if only because I hadn’t read it and therefore it could be explained as entertainment. I’d read The Dream of a Common Language so often that I’d practically memorized it” (Strayed 60). Her mother’s passing was her reason for embarking on such an unknown adventure, which in return was her driving force behind putting out her book in order to prove to people that if you are in a dark place in your life it does not always stay that way.

I wait at the door. I put on my solemn, grim face, I cannot let these children see me as a soft women. I am anything but that, well I guess I am, but we all need to hide our inner emotions some how. My useless husband, Hans, mumbles, “I see the car”. We step outside, most people think Hans and I are crazy for opening our home to these two children, but every little bit of money that we can earn helps. Plus, they can help with the laundry, I think and smile.

In The Story of An Hour Chopin makes a girl who wants her husband dead. When she hears the news of her husband's death she was relief. For her being tied down to someone wasn’t the lifestyle she wanted. She was happy that her husband was “dead” but also a little sad. She doesn’t want to be tied down to anyone but then it happens. Chopin uses literature of discontent in her story The Story of An Hour by wanting the women to change her lifestyle.

My plane touches down at Copenhagen-Kastrup airport. I look out the window to see the lush green grasses of Denmark wave in the wind one last time. Exiting the plane to the left I flash a smile and a cheery "Hej do" to the attendants before catching the 11:26 express train to Helsingborg, Sweden. Entering through the front porch door, I can smell the fresh köttbullar, a traditional Swedish meatball dish, cooking on the stovetop. Reunited once again with my parents, we begin to reflect on our time in Sweden. Myself having resided in California for the previous two years, I have been blessed to have the opportunity to visit Europe every period I have off from school. The adventures I’ve had have exposed me to many different people from many different cultures. Whether it is the nights spent out in Belgrade or trekking the hills of Greece, in all, I enjoyed every minute of it. The greatest education I have discovered is immersing myself with people who speak, think, and live different than I do. Over the course of these travels, it occurred to me the course of action I wanted to take to strive to achieve my long-term goals of serving in government abroad.

Rachel Aviv’s, “The Trauma of Facing Deportation” is an enticing article regarding Swedish refugee children who unfortunately have fallen unconscious, due to heartbreaking news of their family’s awaited deportation. This article discusses the story of Georgi, a Russian refugee, who moved to Sweden when he was five years old, and encounters a tragic turn of events, which quite literally leaves him speechless. Growing up in Sweden, Gerogi had become rather assimilated into Swedish culture, speaking the language effortlessly, and making numerous friends who seemed to take a genuine liking to his character. Having reapplied for asylum in Sweden, Georigi’s family received the disappointing news of denial, changing both their lives and Georgi’s

Looking around I was shocked: no animal heads on the wall or blood on the floor and there definitely wasn’t his arm in a glass case. In fact, it looked like any other home to me: a warm fireplace and pictures on the wall of friends, family . . . and medals? I was pulled out of my thoughts when a warm scent hit my nose. I looked over to see him holding a tray of cookies and warm cocoa. He offered me a seat and I eagerly asked about all the pictures and medals.

I was terrified of what they would do with me. I wanted to get away from them for fear of losing my life.

As you can see, it is pretty tough for all refugees to make a transition to a new county. It takes a lot of courage, bravery, and hope. During the terrible transition most people can’t find a reason to live anymore, but others must simply just have hope. It’s never easy to have such a twist in life. Ha, from Thanhha Lai’s book, Inside Out and Back Again, is an example of what all refugees go through. It’s pretty common for refugee live’s to twist inside out, but most of the time it turns back

Where you’re supposed to be is some big West Hills wedding reception in a big manor house with flower arrangements and stuffed mushrooms all over the house. This is called scene setting: where everybody is, who’s alive, who’s dead. This is Evie Cottrell’s big wedding reception moment. Evie is standing halfway down the big staircase in the manor house foyer, naked inside what’s left of her wedding dress, still holding her rifle.

It also made me think sometimes that I should leave them, so that way they’re not in any danger, but…I glanced at Ignis. I knew he would disapprove of me even attempting to leave, he would also say something about that I would be thinking nonsense. But, I wanted to remain…I wanted to remain by his side…I want to be happy and be with Ignis... Thinking of all that made me sad, I truly didn’t want to leave his side at all, I wanted to

“I thought I would never see you again” I said, tears forming in my eyes. Soon everyone in my family did a group hug. We soon made it back home safe and sound.

One refugee quickly dropped his things and saluted the ragged flags on our antennas as we drove past. He was old, with a long white beard, speckled brown from the dirt and debris. His hat was one I recognized as that of a marine. His eyes still had a fire that hadn’t given up like the rest of his group. He had walked through hell and he still held his head high.

Imagine you are homeless and have no shelter, or nowhere to go. You walk through storms in the same clothes you had on a week ago. You look around for help, but there is none. What would you do?

“I went to Sweden last summer after graduation” Nour disclosed, “because a lot of my friends ended up after losing their parents and siblings. I went there and I actually slept in one of the Syrian refugee camps. It was one of the saddest scenes I’ve ever witnessed after the war. You can tell by their faces that they don’t want to be in Sweden.” Nour continued to tell of the horrors that were occurring during his stay, telling that “most of the refugees were still crying because they got news from their friends overseas saying they found their parents dead bodies. I met one little guy, he was about 13 or 14 years old, and he told me ‘Nour you live in America, and in the movies they make a lot of money. Can you take me with you so I can make some money and send it to my parents so they can come and live with me? I really miss my parents, I haven’t seen them in months’. I instantly teared up and told him that I wish I could, but it’s just not that simple. The saddest part is that he didn’t seem understand what I said to him. Like he didn’t believe that I really have no power to help him”. Nour had many more stories to tell during his month stay, but overall said that “the whole visit to Sweden was a great experience, the best part of it reuniting with my old friends and cousins that I haven’t seen in about 5 years. If only I was able to take them home with

One afternoon, I watched over a group of toddlers playing in a nursery. I noticed a little boy playing with a jack-in-the-box. He kept turning the crank on the box and giggling when the lid popped open and jack sprang out. He’d eagerly stuff jack back into the box and start turning the crank again. I kept hearing the melody of “Pop goes the Weasel” over and over. I noticed another little boy gawking out of the corner of my eye. He was sitting a few feet away from the jack-in-the-box. I could tell he desired to play with it. Two of the other toddlers started crying and distracted the boy with the jack-in-the-box. While he was distracted, the gawking toddler grabbed it and started turning the crank. This toddler was confronted with temptation and he gave into it.