It was a winter morning.The mountains were covered with white snow and they looked beautiful. Thirty minutes had passed and still no announcement was made. The stream of sun rays filtered through the curtains, showering my room in its brilliance. I had butterflies in my stomach.Then, it came. “ Cell 198. Adam Lawrence. Please report to the health counter in the basement.” Finally. Dragging my bare feet on the rough concrete floor, I cracked the door open. I stared at her flawless face. Her hair was pulled into a tight little bun at the back of her nape. “ Did you sleep well last night ?” I nodded my head and she grinned from ear to ear. “Do you know how you ended up here, Adam? ” Miss Ana questioned …show more content…
My daughter. I smiled. For me, it was not a matter of letting go of the past or forgetting, it was a matter of accepting and moving in.
The act of dying was one of the acts of life. Adam Lawrence. My life.
George suggested to bring his younger brother,Sam to go cross cou country skiing.They were very excited as it was their first time to go cross country skiing. When they got there,they skiied happily up and down the white snow-packed hills.George tried to do a ski jump off a slope.Unfortunately,he fell down hard on the ground.Sam quickly skied over to him but George wasn't moving.He was unconsious. Without delay,Sam took out his mirror and used it to signal for help.He was very worried because they might be stuck on the mountain for the night.Out of a sudden,he heard a noise.It was the rescue helicopter The helicopter airlifted them off the mountain and took them to the hospital. Luckily,George only had a bump on his head.Sam was relieved.They both knew that if it hadn't
Light climbed out of the valley, and the tops of the mountains seemed to blaze with brightness. Looking at those mountains Lennie felt like he should just go there. He knew that once George got there, he was gonna give him hell.
I’ve done some scary things before and I always had the courage and motivation to do it, but this time, my courage abandoned me and just disappeared as if it was never there. It was a cool and chilly day, but the sun was shining hard at my favorite ski resort in Lake Tahoe in December. Crisp, white snow was delicately falling from the sky and it covered the ground like a blanket. But the luminous sun was melting the snow, making it wet and slippery. The trees on the side were towering but slender with dark, brown trunks and bright green leaves. I was wearing a cumbersome jacket and a helmet and I was starting to sweat a lot in the heat. There were tons of people in thick jackets carrying skis, poles, and snowboards milling around. I was in a lengthy line of people, all waiting to go on a ski lift. The lift led to a monstrously huge hill that I was about to ski on.
That thing was probably the most horrible thing I have ever seen. I have never been in contact with such a space consuming thing. It moved with a lack of elegance and fluidity. Snowboarders are probably the most annoying people on the earth. Don’t we have enough board related sports? Who had even invented the art of snowboarding? I had first learned to ski at the age of six, and had never even thought of learning how to snowboard. I was even annoyed at other snowboarder’s presence on the slopes and their laid back way of life. All I knew was skiing, and I loved it. When I asked my family what they thought about my skiing they said that I had a certain unique touch to it. Ever since I had learned how to ski, I had just wanted to get better and I was
I approach the rugged mountain, shielding my body from the nasty frost nipping at my exposed skin. The sun ever so lightly peeks over the horizon as I strap on my skis, lightly dusted with a thin layer of fresh snow. Although my body shivers unceasingly, I feel comforted by the surges of adrenaline pumping through my body. I skate briskly toward the ski lift to secure my place as the first person in line. On the slippery leather seats of the lift my mind races, contemplating the many combinations of runs I can chain together before I reach the bottom of the hill. I arrive at the peak of the mountain and begin building up speed. Floating on the soft snow, weaving through the trees and soaring over rocks, I feel as if I am flying. The rush of adrenaline excites me. I feed on it. I thrive on it. I am ski; I live for speed; I am an evolving technique and I hold a firm edge.
There are a few things in my life I could use to write a narrative off of, one that could really strike my mind would probably be snowboarding, not even just the aspect of snowboarding but how it is something you have the ability to do to and kind of use it as a coping mechanism, just something that lets you be at peace with yourself and not worry about anything else in the world. If you were to ask a skier or another snowboarder about the feeling I am talking about. The one where you are going up the lift for the first time of the year or even before you are about to have a nice run from the summit where you are just sitting at the top before you go down the mountain and you are just one with yourself and the mountain
confronted George. The story tells us that George honestly confesses to his father and says, “I
This relates to the movie because George was depressed for huge amount of time until the guardian angel came along. He came to the point before the guardian angel came along that he thought he was
Clarence, an angel, was sent down to save George from doing evil by committing suicide. The angel saved him in many ways. George didn’t commit suicide, because he was too busy saving Clarence. Clarence took him to "Pottersville" and showed him what the world would be like if he was never born. That saved George in a way as well. George learned what he had to be thankful for.
Skiing has been a significant part of my life since I was three. The slopes fill me? with more joy than anywhere else. Throughout my years skiing, my Dad and my older brother Trevor have helped me. Following in their footsteps, I have progressed in both the way I ski and the difficulty of slopes I attempt. When I began skiing, I was scared and needed lessons. I could not complete any slopes except bunnies and greens (the easiest slopes). Through many days spent on the slopes challenging myself, my skill improved. I wanted to ski with my dad and brother, and knew I had to practice in order to even try keeping up with them. Determination to join them and be together skiing made me work harder than I have worked before to improve a skill. This story will help you see some of the challenges I faced and successes I achieved as I began to ski, and improved both my skill and mindset.
Snowboarding, one of the hardest snowsport to learn but easy to master, it's also one of the most enjoyable snowsport on the planet. Even though it’s fun, you can really injure yourself if your not careful. In this narrative you’ll witness the pain I had to go through trying to learn snowboarding but also witness me mastering this incredible sport. It was a cool afternoon in the frosty month of January, the time was around 5:30 pm and my dad just dropped me off at Snow Valley hill in his black Mitsubishi Lancer. I took my blueish green Burton Custom snowboard from the back of the car, grabbed my helmet, gloves, jacket and snowpants and went to the bottom of the hill. There I placed my board on the soft snow and put on my gear. I was wearing a blue jacket with dark
One morning he particularly complains about chest pains and decides to go into the doctor, despite visiting him only two weeks ago. The doctor assures him that he is fine and gives him some pills for his indigestion. However, George overhears the doctor talking about a man who only has a few weeks left to live and mistakes this man for himself.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
Thin air encompasses me as I commence the final day of skiing at Vail, Colorado. Seven days of skiing elapse rather painlessly; I fall occasionally but an evening in the Jacuzzi soothes my minor aches. Closing time approaches on the final day of our trip as I prepare myself for the final run of the vacation. Fresh off the ski lift, I coast toward the junction of trails on the unoccupied expert face of the mountain. After a moment of thought, I confidently select a narrow trail so steep that only the entrance can be seen from my viewpoint.
In my life time, I have experienced many deaths. I have never had anyone that was very close to me die, but I have shed tears over many deaths that I knew traumatically impacted the people that I love. The first death that influenced me was the death of my grandfather. My grandfather passed away when I was very young, so I never really got the chance to know him. My papaw Tom was my mothers dad, and she was very upset after his passing. Seeing my mom get upset caused me to be sad. The second death that influenced my life was the death of my great grandmother. My great grandmother was a very healthy women her whole life. When she was ninety three she had