The Dream of Gold - Personal Narrative
As I dart through "the desert" in the last game of the day, with only
a few balls left in my hopper, I can feel the air of crossfire
speeding by my body. I dive to the ground, see my opponent and shoot,
I cover him in paint, hes out of the game! Paintballing one of the
more challenging, stratigic and fun games should definetly be adoped
by the Olympics, and will be if people promote the sport. Although it
would be an extremely hard process, competing for the glory of gold
would be worth every little bit of effort. Paintballing is often
reffered to a violent and just a game, but the right funding and if
people are shown that all safety percautions have been taken then they
would relise the seriousness of the sport and would adopt it to the
Olympics. Adoption of paintball to the Olymipcs would mean more people
are happy and proud of this sport. It would also provide more viewing
variety for people watching the Olympics. With time and effort and a
dream paintballing will be seen in the Olimpics in the near future.
Like most people, I've been paying attenition to what's been going on;
who's who, what's what, etc. Then, the other night I had I dream: I
was with my team (Team Liquid Canada) and we were competing in the
Olympics! Could you imagine how great that would be? Instead of being
Team Liquid; we were Team Canada! Just imagine yourself in that
position; Team USA, Team Brazil, etc.,all competing for the glory of
Gold. Realistically, will that ever happen? The potential is certainly
there, but, we as an international Paintball community must come
together. Paintball is obviously strong in the USA, but no matter how
organized one country is, without the active participation of other
countries, the dream of paintball in the Olympics will never be
realized. As well, with the many dfferent tournament promoters, each
with different corporate goals, it may prove difficult to have the
Rain of Gold, is a true story about the history of Mexican people, their culture, traditions and customs that were passed down from the Euro-Indian heritage of Mexico. Rain of Gold was written by Juan Villasenor in search for his ancestral roots. The people of this story are real and not fiction. The places that are discussed are true. And the incidents did actually happen to his family. There are several underlying themes that need addressing. Such as: the importance of family, the importance of religion and spiritualism, woman as center of home and family, respect--protection of woman's virtue; ideal of women as pure, power of the woman--the mother, being a man-man as protector of the family, pride of man to be a provider, importance of traditions, respect for life, work and education/learning, death as part of life, honor, dignity, and finally discrimination and prejudice. I will be using this book as a reference and as a guide throughout this review to discuss the themes that are stated above.
... all the glorified destruction Abbey never stops praising the desert's subtle beauty and enchantment. In all of his descriptions Abbey paints a beautiful picture that feeds the minds of the readers. " The rolling waters shone like hammered metal, like bronze lamé, each facet reflecting mirror- fashion the blaze in the sky. While glowing dumbly in the east, above the red canyon walls, the new antiphonal response to the glory of the sun." (54).
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We continued down the infinitely long interstate towards our destination. Thunder clouds continued to rumble in, like an ocean tide rolling closer and closer to the beach front. Within minutes the entire landscape was calm and dark. It looked like a total eclipse of the sun, and the once ...
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Personal Narrative - My Dream I picture myself center stage in the most enormous and fantastically beautiful theater in the world. Its walls and ceilings are covered in impeccable Victorian paintings of angels in the sky. A single ray of light shines down upon my face, shining through the still, silent darkness, and all attention is on me and me alone. The theater is a packed house; however, my audience is not that of human beings, but rather the angels from the paintings on the walls come alive, sitting intently in the rows of plush seats. Their warmth encompasses my body, and I know at that moment that it is time to begin.
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