Trapped In Kennedy's Unexpected Suicide

They need somewhere to stay the night and they stay in a cabin in the back woods of

However heart wrenching; the story is of finding hope for survival, throughout the biting cold,

I remember the cutting cold. The icy water that stung my numb body and drained every bit of my energy, which left me defenseless against the endless winter waves, each one seemed more gigantic than the last. They pushed me down, down- tumbled me around, spun me until I don't know which way was up and which way was down. Still I attempted to fight my way to the surface. I managed to push to the surface and taste the sweet air but my mouth was soon filled with the salty sea of the next wave. Each breath grew less and less each time.

The Merriam Webster Dictionary defines a patsy as being “A person who is easily manipulated or victimized : pushover,” (www.merriam-webster.com). This is what Lee Harvey Oswald claimed he was when the Dallas Police Department arrested him on November 22, 1963 for suddenly assassinating President John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Today, the vast majority of Americans believe Oswald’s words, claiming that there was more behind the tragic assassination than the United States government once portrayed. Many have disregarded everything the government had told the world and have come up with their own theories, forming the greatest conspiracy in the history of America, a conspiracy that the world is still butting heads about. With the assassination of President Kennedy, the United States government issued a report to settle down the country in it’s time of mass confusion; however, in the time span of fifty years, what seemed to be a simple event has become the most elaborate conspiracy in our nation's history.

I covered every inch of myself, so now I could only see thru the misshapen opening of my hood. I slowly waded thru the slush of snow. I shoved my hand into the pockets of my coat, desperately trying to keep them warm. Ever since I was a kid, I feared hypothermia. I was so afraid of losing my fingers and toes to the point where I rather just lose the whole arm, instead of just one finger.

Kevin shared stories have happened to him with people who were trying to commit suicide, he covers 23 years of his life in the story, 23 years of facing these situations and dealing with them. In addition, he presented these people stories as normal people with problems and they need help, and they can be effective part of this society if they get the help they need, actually he described them as “they just want their own pain to end” (12.09). So he presented his story in order of events by showing at first his connection to the bridge and why it was build and how people using it, there wasn’t much details in his talk about the secondary things of the story, but he gave lots of details about the people who’s trying to end their life on that

Jacqueline Kennedy's smiling face shines out from the surface of Andy Warhol's Jackie, embodying "Camelot", the dream of a new American renaissance that accompanied John F. Kennedy's election as the 35th President of the United States. Warhol based this painting on a press photograph of the First Lady, taken just hours before an assassin's bullet shattered the dream. The First Lady appears relaxed and glamorous in this intimate portrait with her pillbox hat and fur-collared coat. Marking out this screen's rare quality, we can clearly see the President over her right shoulder, smiling enthusiastically, blissfully unaware of the impending tragedy. Warhol seized upon this image, one of many of Jackie that saturated the media for days and days after the president's death. The media process fascinated Warhol, as did the ensuing frenzy and demand for national and international grief. He took this image and, with his unrivalled ability to capture the contemporary

On a gloomy morning winter day in Southern California, I wait out on my front doorsteps in the pouring rain for my friend, Edan. We were going on a much anticipated and planned out trip to Utah in the dead of winter. Our plan was to reach Bryce Canyon in a day’s drive and camp out in the sub zero temperatures of the great Midwest. Little did we know the adversities that we were about to face.

“I was scared, and not knowing what I would’ve done if I ever were to get caught in one was even scarier.” It was a cold December morning in 2013. It was around 5:00 am and all through the night it dumped a great amount of snow in the mountains. I had been watching the forecast for a few days, and I knew that this Saturday was going to be one for the books. I had been waiting ever since I was a little kid to go snowmobiling with my dad and his friends.

I trudged around in the snow for more hours than I can count looking for a place to sleep. I long to go back to Rosita, but I don’t think she’ll even answer the door, and I wouldn’t either. Every place that had looked suitable had either been way too close to a building, or way to near a deserted shop, which I wouldn’t even slow down for. As soon as I found a place where the buildings indented. I set down my backpack for a pillow, and my spare clothing as a blanket. It wasn’t until I was laying down that I realized I was sleeping on an ice patch. Despite all of the safety I thought I had in previous nights, this was the worst. As I started to shed tears, I saw the sun peek over the horizon. It wasn’t until then that I fell

With my pajamas still on, I rushed outside, simultaneously shaking the sleep out of my eyes. The biting chill of winter seeped into my body, my thin sleepwear not providing much protection from the below freezing temperatures of the water. To my horror, I stumbled a bit and began to plummet towards the ground.

The slope from her little galoshes to the bottom of the ice hill seemed to her a terrible,immensely deep abyss. Her spirit failed her,and she held her breath as she looked down, when I merely suggested her getting in the sledge,but what would it be if she were to risk flying into the abyss! She would die,she would go out of her mind. I entreat you! you mustn’t be afraid!

Fiction often tells a story. Whether it is a fantasy such as “Lord of the Rings” or grounded in reality like “The Ice Palace”, the stories told often have a meaning that goes deeper than the surface. One such piece of fiction that has a deeper meaning is “The Hermits Story” written by Rick Bass. At first glance this short story tells a tale about a woman and a man that get stuck in a snowstorm while out training dogs and their adventure to get back home. Within this writing Bass weaved much more into the story. The ice and snow that is found everywhere within the book serves as the catalyst for the deeper meaning. The use of ice and snow in “The Hermits Story” represents suppression which appears often in physical and mental ways.

A. If you were stranded in the wilderness of Alaska, would you be a survivor or a unprepared victim?

It is dark and cold. I don’t know where I am; I am so afraid right now. I don’t know what to do. I can’t scream because my throat is sore. The walls; they’re closing in on me. I can’t breathe. I am scared, so scared.