It was a cloudy, late night as I stood against the concrete wall of the alleyway behind our old high school clutching a knife. Daton, my old high-school bully and now enemy, pointed a gun at me. It was a mystery as to how he managed to get the gun, but all I thought of was the bloodlust and excitement in his eyes as he pulled the trigger. The whole world slowed down as I stumbled to the ground. Daton laughed like a maniac and strutted away, twirling the gun like a gangster. I despised, envied him. Why me? Not him? I felt anger bubble up inside me. My body gradually got heavier as my eyes closed. Suddenly, everything felt light—I felt as if I could soar far away from all my problems and forget about them. Betty flashed in my mind and I wanted …show more content…
Am I dead? No, not yet! I felt gravity trying to pull me, my spirit, down, underneath the ground, trying to yank me away. No, please wait. Not yet, I begged silently and the force stopped—for now. “Ten minutes,” I heard in my head. I knew what I had to do. I rose high above the alleyway, enough to see the whole of New York City. I travelled past the buzzing downtown to a particular complex: my home. Betty was asleep on the sofa waiting for me. I bent over, kissed her forehead, and whispered goodbye. I felt my heart swell as I gazed at her. Today was Valentine’s Day. Earlier, I had bought her white lilies. I picked one up and tucked it into my sleeve. I felt guilt blossom in me. She didn’t deserve this. She begged me to stop the fighting, but I didn’t listen. “I’m sorry, Betty; I should’ve listened.” Gravity returned, but it pulled me upwards. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. Take care of Betty for me.” Tears poured out of my eyes, as I smiled with regret. White light blinded me as my spirit frayed and faded away. I heard a faint whisper, “You’re forgiven.” The next morning, police found my twisted and bullet-filled body on the ground. They said that it had a bittersweet smile and a lily in my
... a need to serve justice out to the world. He would go out looking for injustice and cruel people that he could teach a lesson to. Finally he simply became obsessed with and would go looking for any reason to fight people. He had slowly became the person he had feared as a child. After a long time he was sick of what he had become and turned to creativity to change that. He began to write and from that writing he realized that he did not need to fight he could write and that writing made him feel better than fighting ever did. This memoir really portrays the impact violence has on a person’s life and how with a push in the right direction then can be helped. No one ever stops being who they were but they can build on that person to become someone stronger and more to their liking.
Trap shooting is a major part of my life. Ever since I started shooting last summer, I have spent much of my time practicing. It can be both incredibly fun and incredibly frustrating. While it has only been two years, I have improved a ton. Mostly thanks to my two coaches, who devote much of their time and resources to helping my teammates and I. As far as coaches go, I couldn’t ask for better. Over the years they have created many great shooters, including two of the best shooters in the United States, whom we regularly see out at the range. This is even more impressive knowing that it is not a very easy sport to coach.
People with guns need safes that can secure and protect their firearms. There are a variety of gun safes available in the market and each gun safe caters to a specific need, and what works for one gun owner may not work for the other.
As I ran, I thought of the change of clothes I wished I had. Then I thought of my mother. I told her I’d be back, but I wasn’t sure I would.
I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.
As both of us plateaued in our physical development, our training routine morphed away from a singular focus on building raw strength and agility. Although the physical workouts continued, our emphasis turned toward sharpening weapons skills. Weapons are my forte. I love the utility of a sabre, I 'm fair with archery, I thought, and as for guns, let 's just say I 'm in favor of them. Guns are equalizers. Gun Control means having one in your hand when needed and hitting the intended target if necessary.
The problem of gun control laws, their correlation with the Second Amendment, and the federal laws and policies for reduction of gun violence is widely discussed in many theoretical sources and scientific research literature. For example, Phillip J. Cook and Jens Ludwig (2000) speak about gun violence in the everyday life of America. They put forward the facts about the crime and mass massacre connected with gun ownership and inappropriate use. They consider political, social, and economic reasons for gun ownership control by analyzing the psychological and moral influences of gun violence victimization and the main trends of overcoming it. The authors also make an outline on the major measures that should be taken to reduce gun violence (Cook & Ludwig, 2000).
Like so many innocent, selfless girls, untouched by the world, I forgave him. The pain dispersing through my body reminded me that I was strong and all I needed to do was heal. I would cry without tears at first, the sadness inside me so intense, that the hollowness in my heart would weigh me down. My heart’s deep hollowness was so immense, that the loudest shrie...
I've loved this city since I was knee-high everything about it sprung out at me, the bright bold lights of times square, the hustle and bustle of Greenwich village and China Town and the serenity of central park. Everything about this city made me feel at home. I stepped out off the corner of pearl street and skipped into the Starbucks coffee shop on the other side of the street. The coffee shop
“More then 30,000 people are killed by firearms each year in this country”(USA Gun Violence Statistics). Because of the U.S. Government allows U.S. citizens to buy firearms more than 30,000 people are killed each year (USA Gun Violence Statistics). The rate of people dying each year by guns is about to pass the number of deaths by car. Guns are very dangerous and if the legal age of having a gun is 21, then why is it so many teenagers have one. On average, mass shootings occur every two weeks and school shootings occur once a month (CNN). Statistics show that people are mimicking some of the mass shootings that there has been, for example theater shootings have been more and more frequent (CNN). If guns cause such a problem then why are they still legal in the United States? Aside from homicide people use guns for suicide. 15 through 21 years old is the age where suicide is more common then any other ages. Teens should not be able to have access to a gun like so many do.
8:50 am, and was shouted at by Mrs Robinson. It was 23rd June 2000. I
“Did you do it!?” I heard my mom scream hysterically at me as I was dragged away. I kept my head down not able to meet my mother's eye. My head was shoved down as I was pushed into a cop car. The lights flashed but it was the siren of the ambulance on opposite side of the road that got to me. I saw defeated paramedics zip up the body bag enclosing the corpse until it could be examined at a morgue.
When you associate anything with New York City it is usually the extraordinary buildings that pierce the sky or the congested sidewalks with people desperate to shop in the famous stores in which celebrities dwell. Even with my short visit there I found myself lost within the Big Apple. The voices of the never-ending attractions call out and envelop you in their awe. The streets are filled with an atmosphere that is like a young child on a shopping spree in a candy store. Although your feet swelter from the continuous walking, you find yourself pressing on with the yearning to discover the 'New York Experience'.
The Worth of Lives Is safety something a person would be willing to give up? No matter the decision, there is no choice. Firearms are one of the most common ways a person is hurt. So many people are able to buy a gun with ease. Once a person is over eighteen, they simply need a small amount of money to purchase a gun.
Owning a gun is both a fundamental right and a derivative right. The derivative right goes in hand with a fundamental right, the right to protect oneself from harm (Stark, 2001). Therefore, it is a derivative right because it is “derived from the right of self-defense” and self-defense is most important (Huemer, 2003, p. 299). Owning a gun also is a prima facie right, which is a right that must be given moral weight, but can be overridden by important countervailing reasons (Huemer, 2003). The prima facie right is needed because we have the right to gun ownership, but if our intent of owning a gun is to harm our self or others the right may be overridden. Self-defense is a main reason for many gun owners. Placing a ban on gun ownership weighs