Love and Loss: Lessons in Letting Go and Pronouncing my “L”s Sometime during my first or second year of preschool, I came to the conclusion that it was about time to settle down and find myself a man. Out of all the studly snot-picking suitors also sitting in two-foot tall chairs clumsily fumbling with crayons, one in particular caught my eye, probably because he sat directly across from me. His name was Luke, and he had brownish reddish blondish hair, I think, and honestly I do not remember much else other than his sweet pleather motorcycle jacket. The first few weeks of our whirlwind romance were largely tacit. I stared at him a lot, too scared to say anything (an expert dating tactic I apply to this day.) Our relationship was especially …show more content…
In the eighth grade, I dated a boy named Ben. He could ride a unicycle and sew, and we sat next to each other on the bus to the learn-to-ski program. Before it was assured that he like-liked me, and we officially dated, I was head-over-heels for this boy. I was planning on asking him out soon when we went to the Black Ice Tournament at White Park. It was there we ran into Lucy Arsenault, who was one grade above me, a very cool, very mature high schooler whom I had known for some time. Sometimes in middle school she would let me sit next to her on the bus, and tell me about her even cooler older bisexual sister who would drive her to the mall. Flip phone in hand, it was mere minutes before she procured Ben’s phone number. I did not think all hope was lost, but when I was making plans with Ben that night to go skiing that weekend, he told me that he now had a girlfriend! This was real heartbreak, and I listened to a lot of Death Cab for Cutie on my mom’s iPod nano until Tuesday, when they broke up. Lucy became one of my closest friends later on in high school, and joke’s on her because now I’m dating her brother, and it’s been way longer than a week. After its tumultuous beginnings, I went on to date Ben for over a year. He was my first kiss, and wore grape chapstick for the occasion. I was far too shy and nervous to ever say much to him, and he had a habit of disappearing. Once went to Israel for a month without bothering to tell me. After seven months of dating, he forgot my birthday. We were born six hours
Mr. Wolterstorff lost his son at the age of 25-year-old. It is being a very difficult situation for him. Losing a love one is not something anyone can be prepared for. It is something that usually happens unexpectedly. What makes matters worse, death does not negotiate with anyone. We all have an appointment with it and we all will be on time. After death strike, the only hope is believing what the bible said. As Christians, death is not the end, Jesus says, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live.” (John 11:25).
It all started the first week of grade 10. I was walking to math class and i met up with a few of my lunch crew friends. I noticed my friend Ashlea talking to Erin Berring. Erin was an attractive, smart and fashonable girl. I always had a thing for smarties. In school she had straight A's, and was also the leader of the female wrestling team. I felt a little up on myself that day for some reason. I figured there was no better time then the present to chat it up a little. The conversation went quite well, which was different from what I expected. She even asked for my number so we could continue our talk later that night. "Why would she be interested in me?," I said to myself. After all, she seemed way out of my league.
On April 22, 2008, Anita passed after sustaining injuries she received from a domestic violence altercation. Despite the many trials in her life, she led a happy life and could always find humor in any situation. Always willing to lend a helping hand, one might consider her a natural caregiver. Happy, comedic, and a bit eccentric are words used to describe Anita. Her family would never could have imagined she would meet her tragic demise at such a young age. Oblivious to the abuse in their short and tumultuous relationship, no one was aware of her situation. She sustained injuries from a blunt force trauma during a domestic dispute with her boyfriend. Suffering from a horrific headache after the assault, her mother took her to the local hospital. The family received the disturbing call that would change the entire family dynamic. Anita was hospitalized due to injuries sustained from her boyfriend. She had reported the assault to the hospital employees, and then slipped into a coma (Desert Dispatch). Flown to a better equipped facility, neurological surgeons performed surgery in an attempt to salvage her life. The members of her family arrived at the facility not knowing what to expect. Life support machines breathing life into her, the family was distraught. The neurologist asked her sister’s to meet with him in the conference room. They knew what he would say, and devastation overtook them. Declining brain activity from one day to the next, the doctor stated that if she survived, she would awake into a vegetative state and require institutionalization. Anita’s family made a unanimous decision and did not want her to live without any quality of life. Immediately, family and friends showed up later and with heartach...
Life is short and it is up to you to make the most out of it. The most important lesson that everyone should follow and apply to everyday life is “never give up”. In the novel, “A Lesson Before Dying” by Ernest J. Gaines, the important lesson can be shown in the characters Jefferson, Miss Emma and Grant Wiggins.
The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: "I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. Jeremiah 31:3 NIV.
I knew the day was coming; the day where I would finally meet him. I had already planned and rehearsed what I would say, how I would say it, and how I would try to handle myself around him, but truthfully, I had no idea what to expect. Timmy, an autistic 8th grader would become my assistant drum major in the high school band. I hadn’t realized it yet but he would also become my inspiration.
We instantly started talking about the film we wanted to see and proceeded to get our tickets together. After the movie, he politely asked if it was okay for him to hold my hand and I let him. We walked around the whole mall hand-in-hand talking about the movie we just watched. Then we went outside for a full-blown make out session in a secluded spot. The only reason we stopped was because security told us to leave the premises, we could have easily been there all night. My mom had dropped me off at the mall that night and so he offered to give me a ride home. Right before dropping me off he asked for me to be his girlfriend. And then he shared he was already falling deeply in love with me. I was so shocked by how fast it all happened and it all seemed like a dream to me. I agreed to be his girlfriend, but told him a benevolent lie when I also agreed that I was also falling in love with him already because I did not want to hurt his feelings (Alder, pg 97). Our first date was intriguing because it first felt like we were barely initiating our relationship, then experimenting, then straight to intensifying, all the way to integrating the relationship by the end of the night.
My date (we’ll call him Bob to protect the not-so-innocent) arrived at my house dressed in dirty jeans and a T-shirt; I, on the other hand, was wearing a nice black pants-suit. When I asked him where we were going on our date, he replied, incredulous, "Oh. You want to go somewhere?" At this point, I probably should have sent the boy packing, but I replied, somewhat sarcastically, "Yes, that would be nice." I was thinking dinner, maybe a movie; what I got was a drive around our boring town which culminated in spending an hour on a deserted playground where he wanted to make out. When we finally arrived back at my place, he told me he had a great time and asked me if I wanted to go out again. I answered that I would "think about it," as I let the door shut quietly on his surprised face.
Ken was my voice teacher. I never admired anyone more than him. He meant the world to me. It would be safe to say that we did not have a typical teacher/student relationship. I was infatuated with him. He was tall dark and had the voice of an angel. But he was eleven years older than I was, and he was my teacher. I learned from him, I confided in him, and I trusted him. I never pictured myself being with him. I never dreamt he would think of me as a 'woman' and not just a love-stricken seventeen year-old vocal student.
I met him when I was fourteen, and instantly had a crush on him. He was tall, and handsome, and swept me off of my feet. I would sit and tell my best friend how cute he was, and how much I wanted to date him, but knew he probably wasn’t interested in me. He was, and still is, way out of my league. I wasn’t pretty, I wasn’t girly, and usually was dirty and covered in engine grease. I didn’t wear cute outfits with heels. I wore dirty jeans with cowboys boots and a t-shirt. But somehow or another, I was wrong. When I made the first move, I was scared out of my mind, but am so glad I took that leap. If I hadn’t, I don’t know what would have became of us. Probably nothing.
Some people believe that there is no such thing as “true love” they believe that love is nothing but an illusion designed by social expectations. These people believe that love ultimately turns into pain and despair. This idea in some ways is true. Love is not eternal it will come to an end one way or another, but the aspect that separates true love from illusion, is the way love ends. “True Love” is much too powerful to be destroyed by Human imperfection; it may only be destroyed by a force equal to the power of love. Diotima believed that “Love is wanting to posses the good forever” In other words love is the desire to be immortal and the only way that we are able to obtain immortality is through reproduction, and since the act of reproduction is a form of sexual love, then sexual love is in fact a vital part of “True love”. Sexual love is not eternal. This lust for pleasure will soon fade, but the part of love that is immortal, is a plutonic love. You can relate this theory to the birth of love that Diotima talks about. She says that love was born by a mortal mother and immortal father. The mother represents the sexual love, the lust for pleasure. The father represents the plutonic love that is immortal. Plutonic love is defined as a true friendship, the purest of all relationships. A true plutonic love will never die; it transcends time, space, and even death.
Love, even though is construed as being a positive aspect of life, it has one negative aspect: vulnerability. Being vulnerable in love can lead to potential pain and risk. According to Merriam-Webster, being vulnerable is defined as “capable of being physically or emotionally wounded”. For example, let’s look at a woman named Janet. Janet has been romantically involved with three guys, and all three guys have cheated on her throughout their entire relationship. Janet now feels so angry and feels like she can’t be loved or love again after all that she has been through. Janet has not been very lucky when it comes to love. Janet believes she has established a pattern with the men she dates. She believes she only attracts the cheating kind of guys. Let’s fast forward a couple of months, Janet is still in the same emotional stage. Janet one day comes across a guy named Jim, who shows a romantic interest her. Jim knows all that she has been through in her past relationships. He promises her that he will not be like the last few guys. He will be faithful and truthfully love her. Her is Janet being promised something she has always desired to feel: true love. Janet decided to take a risk. She decides to risk being cheated on, heartbroken,
Months ago, we decided to give love a try. However, we both were single and not quite planning on sharing feelings, personal biography, issues, our past, and who we were at that time with anyone. Two different worlds just collide in one night. We both had a coupl...
I met a boy in my first year of college in Puerto Rico in 2009 and fell deeply in love. I was a very studious person, shy and vulnerable. One day at the beach, I saw this blond, muscular, sexy, sporty, guy. He had the biggest boat on the beach and everyone knew him. My best friend introduced us and we just talked all day and hung out that night. He was one year younger than me
This was my moment. This was my dream girl I thought I had accomplished all of her requirements. I believed I was the only guy she had eyes for. Love is a dangerous thing, especially when you 've given your all to a person who doesn 't give there all unto you. One would think I would was a pro at being rejected or that I lacked the "Stubborn" character trait but that wasn 't the case in this instance. Normally, I don 't let mere love interest I long to pursue change my character; however, after deliberately making efforts of obtaining a female companion, this particular heartbreak moved my soul like never before.