The Tragic Hero In Shelly Miller's Story Of Paul

The precinct psychologist behind the oak desk in front of Cory smiled indulgently. He had dealt with cases like this for years. Some poor cop, unsure of how to deal with a situation, jumped to conclusions too quickly and pulled the trigger before necessary. “Alright, Mr. McKenzie. How about you walk me through what lead to the… accident?”

Laura and Danny have now been separated for a month and three days. Laura has taken the kids and moved in with a friend from work. Laura has made improvements to her lifestyle such as: losing weight, dating again, visiting her friends and family at home, and receiving a job offer in El Paso to do something she is passionate about. Danny on the other hand, still doesn’t have a job, has declined to use self-care, has not been able to pay his bills, is drinking habitually, and is on the verge of potentially hitting rock bottom and harming himself. Kid has reintegrated himself back with his organic family and seems to be doing well. The curiosity about Laura and Danny’s situation has intrigued Kid to make a visit back to St. Charles, to check on his old friends. Laura makes an attempt to go back to her former home and collect some of her and the kid’s remaining personal items and to potentially speak with Danny about her moving to El Paso and accepting a new job. When she arrives she realized that Danny is in a horrible place, both mentally and physically. Danny admits that he doesn’t know what to do with his life since he has hit an all-time low. Laura offers assistance but Danny is reluctant. Kid visits afterwards and finds Danny in the same condition. Kid offers help to Danny and makes promises to him about starting over new. Kid eventually leaves after Danny falls asleep, leaving him in a bad situation.

He saw all of his old stoner friends going to jail too, he heard they also started to get killed because they took part in some gang activities. After Dylan’s freshman year, he finally straighten his life up and stopped smoking and doing anything bad anymore. He got his grades up at the end of the semester to straight B’s, he got very athletic during the summer and he joined the football team. He was a the Quarterback’s favorite wide receiver, mainly because they’ve gone together for so long. Andrew was the head Quarterback now and the dynamic duo made the Texas High School Football State Championship. The night before the game Andrew and Dylan slept together and Dylan couldn’t go to sleep because he was so nervous, he remembered how he came from having a addiction for weed into the state championship for football. “What you thinking about Dylan?” said Andrew. “Man I can’t get over how far we have came, from being the back-up of the team to leading us to a state championship or battling a addiction of weed.” “Yeah, it’s kind of crazy to think about isn't it. But we still have a championship to win and after that, we can relax and reflect on what we have done.” said Andrew as he shut off the last slither of light in the room. “Good night Andrew.”

Paul leaves the elevator, and as he walks down the hallway toward his apartment the song "A Spoonful of Sugar" becomes louder and louder.

Corey (14) was referred by his mother to a child guidance clinic due to fighting at home and school. Corey and his two brothers live with mother Brenda and her live-in boyfriend, Carl. Carl moved in 18 months ago, six months after Corey’s father died. Corey’s father was abusive to him and his mother, but his death was sudden and Corey has been withdrawn and sullen since the death. He is verbally abusive to his mother and violent to his younger brothers. He likes Carl, but when Carl intervenes to stop Corey’s violence and verbal aggression, their relationship becomes strained. His mother has very little power to discipline Corey.

The aroma of fresh-cut grass and bark dust swarm the streets surrounding the local park. Teenagers running on the large, open field playing football, soccer, and every sport in between. Away from the lush green field, lives a playground with the classic swings, slides, see-saws, and jungle gym where all kids act like wild animals.  Looking far in the distance, in a house across the street, lived a sick boy who dreamed to spend countless hours at the park.  Paul Missal wishes he could join the fun, but instead lives with the entertainment of his mother. One day, the sad little Paul was brought to the attention of his worried mother, as she stated, "Well, I will teach you how to draw." She first taught him how to draw a Fir Tree. Soon after, Missal 's face glowed with excitement shouting, "Oh, I can draw this, this is incredible!" From that day on he struggled to put the pencil down, only until he picked up a brush.  Throughout the years of high school, he continued his ambitions in music and art, when he couldn 't do anything else like sports.  His passion of art continued to grow, while he carried on his desire to attend art school to increase his artistic knowledge.

Paul was a Jew, born in Tarsus, but brought up in Jerusalem at the feet of Gamaliel, educated strictly according to our ancestral law…at least that is how Luke puts it in Acts of the Apostles, where he documented the actions of the followers of Jesus. This book of the New Testament serves as a summarized history of the first Christians. Regardless of Paul’s former life as a Jew, so successful at spreading Christianity that the idea that he is a co-founder of Christianity, second only to Jesus, is an extremely popular one. It could not have been an accident that he was able to accomplish so much. Paul’s conversion to Christianity is well documented but, aside from a few important details about his education, not much is known with certainty

He played call of duty and NBA 2k online with his friends for about two hours, having a good time winning and talking trash to his friends then he decided to go hang out and relax outside with some more friends. Derick was just relaxing with some friends outside having a good time, then some of the other neighborhood boys came along asking to play a football game. Today was going perfect for Derick and he didn’t really feel like playing football, he didn’t want to get sweaty, but he decided to anyway just to show off. As he was playing Derick was dominating the game running past everyone and catching balls over people, the other kids began to get really frustrated because they couldn’t stop him from scoring. It was tied up and each team needed one more score to win the game. The other team had the ball trying to score, but Derick wasn’t allowing any of that, so as the quarterback of the other through the ball Derick jumped in front of the pass and intercepted the ball. Derick’s team had the ball and the other team began to get even more furious. They were playing on the street in front of homes because there weren’t any fields close by. So the quarterback threw Derick the ball and as he was running he tried to juke the defender than, boom, Derick had slipped on some rocks and ran into the mailbox. He was on the floor in excruciating pain. The

Once I got back to my apartment, I contacted Uwe. I told him of all the stories I had heard about people and the Wall including, Miriam and Frau Paul. When he heard them, he said, “I didn’t think there would be many stories to tell about the Wall years after it went down. Contact “that guy” back in Argentina who asked about East German’s stories.” I hung up the phone and went to my computer, thinking of how to reply to “the Argentinian guy.”

Jimmy is almost unable to play in soccer because his grades are terrible at the moment. He knew he was in some trouble when he got home and that his parents were going to be frustrated and upset at him. Jimmy had to start making better choices he realized when that he might not be able to play in the biggest game of his life the section final. He realized as a captain on the soccer team he probably should start making better choices like doing homework instead of hanging with friends on week nights, focus more during the school day. Shaking uncontrollable as he walked up his drive to go inside to talk to his parents. “Jimmy what the heck is going on with your grades” his dad screamed at him. He had nothing to say back to his dad, as realized the biggest game in his life was on Thursday. He felt that he had let his parents down, so later that night he went and apologized to them and told them that his grades will be better for he

(Jane/ Danny) is a (Hispanic/Black/white) (mother/father) of a 9 year old girl, a 6 year old boy, and a 3 year old boy. One night after (Jane/Danny) had put the children to bed, (his/her) friend (Mandy/Jake) called and invited (Jane/Danny) to come to the bar and have a few drinks since they had not seen each other in a month. Since (Jane/Danny) had just put the children to bed for the night, (he/she) decided that it wouldn’t hurt to go out with (Mandy/Jake) since the kids would be asleep the whole time, and it had been a very long time since they had spent time together. After (Jane/Danny) and (Mandy/Jake) caught up over a few drinks for a few hours, they decided that it was getting late and that they needed to get home. Upon opening the door

Paul wanted me to sit in his office with him today as he prepped for today’s sermon but I just couldn’t. I made the decision to drive myself and my boys into church today in my own car. I then retreated to my own office at the church which was literally less than twenty steps from his and I wanted to concentrate on making sure that my mind, heart, and soul was concentrated on only one person and that was God.

“Excuse me miss, we would like to thank you for your information. By any chance did you happen to find a dead body around Cambridge Street?” Interrupted the police officers.

Laying on my bed that night, when Juju was asleep, got me thinking about Mama. Ever since she died ten years ago, my life had went to hell. I miss her dearly, yes, but then daddy had every right to do whatever he wanted to us, you see, back then Mama used to protect us from him, used to calm him down in all. But once she died, well, our life had changed dramatically. Me and Juju? Well, he’d beat us until we were bloody, schools eventually found out and they sent us away. We lived in a foster home until Juju was old enough to take care of both of us. So really? She’s my only family. And through all of that, was when Juju started her addiction to drugs and smoking, and who’s here to be in the middle of it all? Me. I was always taught to be strong and not weak, to hide the sadness and not to show any fear but to give people a reason to fear me. I found that then, if I did that, I would be safe. Eventually I went to the middle school I attend now, no friends, no one, as usual. Until the twins found me and offered me a deal, they said I could hangout with them only if I became one of them and did everything they did. So, I did, I became apart of their group and truth is, all I

Jake’s parents knew he could be high-strung; in middle school, they sent him to a therapist when he was too scared to sleep in his own room. But nothing prepared them for the day two years ago when Jake, then 17, seemingly “ran 150 miles per hour into a brick wall,” his mother said. He refused to go to school and curled up in the fetal position on the floor. “I just can’t take it!” he screamed. “You just don’t understand!”