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60 seconds can haunt someone for life. Personally, I wish I could turn back the clock to that year, month, day and those 60 seconds, and live them completely differently. If I was able to do that, I would not be stuck at the bottom of the staircase. Regret does not move forward like the hands on a clock. Every unsure second lived will cause me to do something I later wish I could take back. Regret makes it hard to live life peacefully; life would be a lot easier if humans helped each other out, because if we did, we would not have a many regrets It makes me extremely uncomfortable when I am full of uncertainty because it makes me do things I later regret. I also over think and debate with myself over, and over, about the decision or action …show more content…
Paul D’Angelo, the author of, “The Step Not Taken”, would agree with this statement. D’Angelo wrote in his essay, that he was unsure of what to do when the man with him in the elevator bursts into tears. As they go up, he thinks of whether or not he should take action and ask him what was going on and if he was okay, or to just leave him alone. He ultimately decided what to do, “And what [he] did still shames [him]. The elevator stopped at the 10th floor and without looking back [he] stepped out. [He] stood in the hallway, a bundle of mixed emotions, wondering what to do. A combination of guilt and uncertainty washed over [him]” (D’Angelo PP 3). He felt bad for just leaving the tearful man in that quick moment. I can relate to this because I had a really bad, emotional fight with my mother one night. I was very upset about what happened, and the next day at school, as I walked around in rage and sorrow towards my mother and myself, the CAS ( Children’s Aid Society), was contacted from my school. Even though it made our relationship 100 times better, and case and closed and over now,I still feel regretful snapping at my mother in that quick moment I was unsure what to do in. I am also regretful for snapping at the CAS lady. She was doing her job and, I only calmed down when she said if I didn’t see someone that night, she would be obligated to call the cops. I regret being so angry …show more content…
I always touched the corners because I was so worried if i did not, something bad would happen. The next day after I did not touch the corners, I came home and got a call that my granduncle had died. Similar thoughts and questions to the ones of D’Angelo came to my mind when I heard about my grand uncle's death. I asked myself, “Should i go down and make sure everyone’s alright? Should i tell them what i did? That I didn't do what i did every other night because i was tired and thought nothing bad could happen if I didn’t do it one day? That I killed my grandmas only living sibling? Would she get mad at me? Lash out at me? Turn sadness into anger?” Like the author, everyone I told, doctors, social workers, others all said the same thing, but they, too, are wrong. Everyone said touching corners has nothing to do with the situation. I know this is probably true, but I still feel very guilty and uncertain if I do not touch corners of everything I see, that nothing bad will happen.I realize how strange it sounds, but. I cannot stop feeling guilty. D’Angelo and I both made decisions we regret, and can not stop debating on whether we made the right choices or
Waking up to the sound of the clapping of her hands making homemade tortillas was part of my daily life growing up in the ranch. Still with my eyes closed, I could smell a combination of the corn tortillas cooking slowly, and smoke of burning wood coming from the brick porch right outside my room. With my mouth watering for the taste of such appetizing meal, made by this woman whom I adore, was the beginning of my days as a child. "Everything has a solution, except death", words so powerful and meaningful she always implied to me. I have learned from experience that the attitude and way in which we see things before doing them, has a powerful impact on its outcome. For example, if I don’t want to cook dinner,
Their Last Steps by David Olere combines dark, morbid imagery with a hellish atmosphere in order emphasis the need for unity for the Jewish people in the camps. The most striking image is of three Muselmann, all sickly, deprived, and malnourished, standing hand in hand as the horrors of the concentration camps unfolds around them. The main aspect that stands out from the rest of the chaos of the scene is the apparent unity of the Muselmann in the foreground: Even in the face of death itself, they choose to stand united, supporting one another to their ends, while their divided colleagues are put to death by the SS. By doing this, David Olere creates the notion that the Jewish victims of the Holocaust must stand together, using their combined
Unfortunately life has many hurdles and roads unturned. I do not feel we should regret the mistakes we have made in our past. Or else, we may be too hesitant to make correct choices in our future.
One’s selfish actions can lead to the destruction of important relationships and regret for one’s past desires. During Richard’s younger years, he had always felt close to his family, speaking the same language, and sharing commonalities. As he grew older he distanced himself from his family because he wanted to feel like an outsider. Richard states, “Intimacy is not trapped within words. It passes through words. It passes. The truth is that intimates leave the room. Doors close. Faces move away from the window. Time passes. Voices recede into the dark. Death finally quiets the voice. And there is no way to deny it” (40). In this passage Richard states that ...
I looked around at everyone in the room and saw the sorrow in their eyes. My eyes first fell on my grandmother, usually the beacon of strength in our family. My grandmother looked as if she had been crying for a very long period of time. Her face looked more wrinkled than before underneath the wild, white hair atop her head. The face of this once youthful person now looked like a grape that had been dried in the sun to become a raisin. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed since the previous day as if created from high wispy clouds on a bright sunny day.
...r past with little or no regrets and will be satisfied overall. If a person is unsuccessful in this phase they will feel that they wasted their life and they will only think of regrets. They will feel despair (Cherry, 2011).
Later that day the incident gnawed on my mind; that I coldly turned down a man who simply wanted someone to talk to was uncharacteristic and appalled me. As I lay awake that night, listening to the rain beat against my roof, my thoughts drifted back to the man at the mall. Was he outside in this rain right now? Was he cold, wet, and hungry? Was he lonely? The thought of him feeling abandoned because of me weighed even more heavily on my conscience. In my first year of high school I suffered through a terrible ordeal that distanced me from my friends for some time. I am familiar with the despair that arises from loneliness, and it made my guilt all the more acute. As I lay in bed, I felt frustrated and angry with myself for acting so callously.
“Death is the debt every man must pay”, wrote Euripides. Each day we are reminded about death; a report on the television about starving children in Africa or a suicide bomber in the Middle East. Headline in the newspaper about a murder, suicide or “honor killings”; News of an untimely death from a loved one, friend, co-worker. It seems that death is everywhere. Until this essay was assigned I had never really thought about how death had affected me, or how close I was to that deceased person who had died so suddenly, sometimes without even saying goodbye. Now thinking about it I have actually been around death quite a bit in my short life so far; a long with that I have sat through many sad funerals. How close I was to that person is a whole other story though. Even when it comes to my own family I wasn’t always that close to them when they passed on because they lived in another state, or my parents weren’t very close to them so I wasn’t really ever around them enough to know them or develop an attachment.
The trail upon which I found myself was overgrown with foliage, hampering my process through the dark, infected woods. As I rounded what appeared to be the final bend, a large ominous clearing yawned before me. I came to an abrupt halt and was cautiously astonished to hear the insistently loud crying of an abandoned baby. Imagine my surprise when my feet moved of their own accord, drawing me closer and closer to the forlorn whimpering to which the cries had died down to. Though my mind was in a feverish state, a clear part of the cerebrum remembered something bad, something so horrible indeed, that I feared to imagine it; lest I should drown in the murky depths of guilt.
After that day, I constantly replayed that event in my head. It haunted me everywhere I went and I was afraid to leave my apartment. I was depressed by this tragic event just as Mya Angelou was in Sister Flowers. “For nearly a year, after I got raped, I sopped around the house, the Store, the school and the church, like an old biscuit, dirty and
The afternoon my parents found out about my wrongdoing, they caught at the front door and made me kneel listening to them. I was sweating and tired from long hours of gaming and biking. I did not remember any of their words anything until fainting. The floor, wall, and celling mixed together, and my vision darkened. I heard my fast-paced breath and felt my heart throbbing like about to explode. Moreover, echoed in my head, my mom's and dad's panicking voices as they dragged me into bed and fetched me some milk.
Many regrets may burden ones mind throughout their life. This is a totally normal part of ones life that one may have no control over. “A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is by saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.” - Alexander Pope (1688-1744) It is important that one will learn from their mistakes and take out a valuable lesson learned through their actions. The world does not stop for your sake, it simply keeps going and does not put into consideration that the day did not go accordingly to plans.
Now being a thirteen-year-old girl who just called her mother the worst human being in the world, I wasn’t expecting that to come from her. When just moments before I’d been hiding in the hotel’s bathroom, thinking of every little scenario that could play out as my punishment. The ideas being as simple as my father yelling at me, others of me being grounded, or the bigger picture of them, hating me. So when they got Jacky, my sister, to usher me out of my sanctuary, I was plain terrified because of the habits I did even before then.
“Honk!” The car horn was extremely loud considering how close it was. Even now, almost 10 years later, the sound paralyzes me with fear and guilt every time I hear it. The accident, my biggest mistake, haunts me every day. Some people say murders should be put to death, but from my experience, the torture of solitude is much worse. I had killed someone. Even though it was an accident, it was still my fault. I guess manslaughter is the proper name for it. I was driving my car, playing with the radio, not focusing on the road, when I hit a woman who was gardening around her mailbox. I bet she didn’t think planting a few flowers would result in her death. I didn’t think that changing the radio would ever cause me to spend years in prison. Life’s never what you expect, that’s for sure.
Managing to break free from the wire without causing more injury to herself, she caught hold of me and said, “Everything will be alright, but first we need to find my cell phone so we ca get ahold of mom, can you help?”. I faced her with tearful eyes and nodded my head, while looking for her phone in the field my nose began to hemorrhage. Thick red blood flowed from my nose into my mouth, filling my tongue with the taste of iron. I stumbled back to the car, but before climbing back inside, I just stood there trying to play back what just happened. After finding the courage to climb into the car, I started looking for napkins, but at that very moment I found my other shoe. It must have flown to the back of the car during the accident. I looked into the rearview mirror to examine how bad my nose was when I discovered my right eye was bleeding as well; there were pieces of glass inside the wound. While gazing into the mirror, I looked at the underside of my chin, it was all cut up and was already swollen. I called for Ashley to come look at my face and for the first time, I actually saw my sister cry. She wasn’t just crying little tears, she was sobbing and begging for forgiveness. I didn’t know what to do at this point, so I cried with her. We stood there for at least an hour crying before some farmers came along to assist us. As it turns out, the field we crashed into belonged to the men and they had found us while checking their wheat. We apologized for our mistake, but they said not to worry: accidents happen. They climbed out of their trucks and handed us a phone to call our mom. When she heard the news she hung up and called a friend of hers to come help pull the car out of the ditch. We thought perhaps they would be able drive it out, but the ditch was so deep that they had to chain the back end of the car