Hmm, how are you feeling?” “I’m catching a taxi home.” “Oh, what happened honey? Where are you now?” With that phone call Miss Rina asked me to wait for her right there, at the bus stop where I sat feeling blue of what occurred between me and my dad. I didn’t say yes, neither no. Thankfully, I have a lighter and the cigarette with me, better than being alone, and so I passed my time sitting on the cold bench of the bust stop, gazing into the dark, watching vehicles passing by with an empty look. The breeze gently touches my face, flew my memory back to the good times I had with my parents, particularly my dad.
It took about two minutes for the bus to slowly drive from the Emirates plane (which now looked like a motionless mammoth with fleas working on it) to the airport. Getting through the black tinted glass door... ... middle of paper ... ...dered off - daydreaming about the next adventure we were about to encounter at the next stage of our trip. Images came into my mind , when we were back home, about my dad telling me about Saudi Arabia and the torturing heat that awaited us. I also thought about the images I had seen of this holy country and I aspired to see what the core of the Islamic faith held in store for us. After ten minutes or so the long awaited announcement sounded our ears; “Please could passengers for flight number seven – zero – three to Saudi Arab make their way to the terminal gates”.
As I sat in school waiting for the dismissal bell to ring all I could think about was how much of a hassle it was going to be to arrive home on crutches. Two weeks prior to this day I had injured my ankle and was not able to finish off the tennis season along with hanging out with friends as much as I used to. As I walked outside to, aboard onto the bus it was feeling surprisingly comfortable outside. The sky was nice and blue with a few white puffy clouds. As I was just about to aboard, the bus my close friend, Nelson had text me asking if I wanted to go with him to Starbucks.
Autobiography It was a normal afternoon and I was on the bus coming home from school. Steph, my sister, would have been with me but today she was at a friend's house. Sat daydreaming I suddenly realised that the next stop was mine. I got up and walked down the bus. Stood next to the bus driver, I held on as the bus pulled round the corner and into the stop.
She is wise beyond her age, and she loves life with every molecule of her being. She copes with lots of sadness and pain, and she does it in a pretty remarkable way. For instance, the whole trip to Lewiston had been a gift from grandfather and grandmother to her. Because she got a chance to walk in her mother’s moccasin-to see what she had seen and feel what she might have felt on her last trip. Beside that she also realized that there was a good reason why her father was not taking to her to Idaho when he got the news of her mother death.
My aunt was teary eyed the whole drive there, both of us thinking about my niece, Audrey. She wasn’t even two at the time, not for another month, and she had already been through so much. My aunt pulled into the drop off area and we said our goodbyes. I had only been on a plane once before, two weeks prior but this time was different because I was alone. Cautious of my surroundings, I walked through St. Louis Airport and made my way through all of the checks, finally finding the designated area for my flight to Denver, Colorado.
She wanted to show how she found faith in God, which later in her life influenced her decisions and helped her overcome difficulties. Through catholic religion, Dorothy discovered the joy of helping others in need. In early life, no one taught Dorothy about religion and she spent her time reading the Bible. She writes “I remember nothing that I read, just the sense of holiness in holding the book in my hands.” (Day, 20) At an early age, Dorothy already discovered the feeling of believing in something, but she did not know what she believed. From personal understanding and examination of Dorothy Day’s life, I think that she wanted to show people how religion can change their lives and display a new spiritual sensation.
I remember getting in the car and having an unusual feeling so I thought I had forgotten something in my locker. I brushed the unusual feeling off when I reckoned that I had cleaned it out on Monday. My mom and I are on our way to my grandma 's house and once we arrived to her house I walk over to the door and knock four times. I remember wondering if my friend is here because I did not hear her call. She would always call out and get the door whenever I arrive.
I was relieved when I was able to sit on the leather seats of our van and travel home. We had to stop at a gas station on the way home. Although I was still extremely thirsty I had nothing, absolutely nothing since the mall! As we turned off Highway 13 and into the gas station lot, I saw my parents look at each other with concern. This was when I realized something was wrong.
She then moved to her seat but driver James F. Blake told her to follow city rules and enter the bus again from the back door. Parks exited the bus, but before she could re-board at the rear door, he drove off leaving her to walk home in the rain. On December 1, 1955, in Montgomery, Alabama, Parks refused to get up out of her seat in the colored section to a white male. Rosa Parks was not the only person to refuse to get out of her seat on the bus. Rosa Parks’ act of boldness became important symbols of the Civil Rights Movement.