The destiny means that you will be given the two choices and the choice you made is something you will be punished or rewarded for. So sooner or later, one item is clear; that the choices are written. However, the difference that you can make is when you have to choose, which is the point where ... ... middle of paper ... ...estiny? That is bullshit. God have no right to punish us if he forced us to do bad actions.
The question was terrifying and remember I sat there with a large bump in my throat unable to swallow or breathe. I wondered how God could ask me such a question. But I shook it off and tried to forget the moment. But I couldn’t, I knew the Lord was dealing with my heart in the matter of becoming a teacher. The question haunted me for weeks.
Tan skillfully portrays the growing pains of Ruth humiliated by her mother’s inability to accept the Western culture: “Her mother couldn't even say Ruth's name right. It used to mortify Ruth when she shouted for her up and down the block. ‘Lootie! Lootie!’ Why had her mother chosen a name with sounds she couldn't pronounce?” (49). Both LuLing and Ruth are unable to connect with their mothers, who have hidden their past.
The pain was so terrible that I had to call my best friend just to have someone prove to me it was real. I was in shock. I had never felt such a pain before; the feeling I had is still hard to explain even to this day. There was just an emptiness and sorrow with no end to the pain in sight. After I was able to stop crying over an hour later, it was time to pack my bags because we were leaving for Ohio that next morning.
Introduction: At the end of July, I awoke to one of my best friends, Kelly calling me to ask if I wanted to road trip down to Louisiana with her and one of our other friends Isabel. As the one in the group whom had always been spontaneous, I wasn’t very surprised when Kelly noted that the trip would take place in just a few weeks and that we needed to book plane tickets that day for the trip. Moreover, Isabel attends Louisiana State University and needed to drive down to school, however she did not want to make the nearly 24-hour drive alone. While, I truly wanted to go with two of my closest friends whom I consider family, I knew that this road trip would be difficult for several crucial reasons. For instance, my parents would not be on board
We reached Kigali international airport in fifteen minutes and it was still dark, around 3:30. My dad had borrowed the car from his employer to make sure we arrived on time. I was so excited and confused by the way events seemed to be a dream. I bid my
I put myself under so much unnecessary pressure that distracted me from having a normal peaceful mind. During that time, I had to pause and think deeply about the reasons why I was dramatically broken into pieces. After many days of struggle and therapy, I was able to realize that my approach and concept about taking care of my mother was absolutely unnecessary and incorrect. I realized that by giving more attention to my mother, I was not helping her to deal with our separation. However, I was unable to understand why I couldn 't think like any of my friends who had left their single parents.
I even noticed my mother was not sleeping in her bedroom anymore. She and my dad were having more bad days than good, and all the joy seemed to be deteriorating. I felt trapped in a bad dream with eternal unhappiness. The day my parents separated was the hardest day of my life. I thought that they would work things out until one day my mom stormed in my room with this huge container and told
This made it hard to relate to my Dad and my brother who were in fact deeply affected by this awful event, and when they talk about her it makes me feel extremely odd. They talk about their memories and the way she was and I ha... ... middle of paper ... ...ords how odd it was to watch me interact with my own mother, a person I don't even know. It is a fact that that moment actually took place, but it is still so unreal to me because I just can't remember. I can't remember anything. And I resent myself for that.
Moving from home for college made me extremely depressed for quite some time. I was always thinking about my parents and making sure that everything was okay. Losing a loved one really changed me as a person. I have become so fearful about losing even more, so I start to worry about how everybody is doing. I’m never calm in any situation that occurs and hate to have conflict.