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How do different religions view death
Death in relgion
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It was the spring of 2007, I was so happy to see the flowers in the front yard were ready to bloom after a long winter we had. This upcoming week, my family was taken on a roller coaster ride of emotions that they were not expecting, so quickly. I remember it was morning of my Conformation (one of the seven sacraments in the Catholic religion.) And everyone was running around the house to make sure the house was clean before the family had arrived for the party after the mass. While inside, my hair was being curler to my mom making sure my white and blue polka dotted dress was wrinkle free, it was a nut house. Once dressed, my mom had finished my look by adding a few touches of makeup onto my face. I remember thinking about idea of angels and how do we know that they are okay where ever they are after they die. I remember she was quiet for a few minutes but quickly turned around to look in her makeup bag to get her favorite nude lipstick and begin to shed a few tears. At first, I thought she was upset that I had brought the questions, but she was actually happy that I had brought up with this question. (She was thinking about her sister and dad) What I can recall, I remember her telling me about this poem if I “find” a penny on the ground with its faced up, that was a sign that are loved loves okay where every go after they pass away and they are always with us. …show more content…
Mass was over. Laura and I had ran all the way from the mass to her car that was parked in the parking lot behind the church so we would be able to drive back home to beat the track and reconnect with the rest of the family to
“It has always seemed strange to me... the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.” This quote was once said by an amazing author, who described the world’s society today so perfectly that one may forget that he had was describing his society in the early and mid-nineteenth hundreds. John Steinbeck is considered one of America’s greatest author of literature. Many of his work is still read today as required reading in most high schools and college literature classes throughout the United States. His most famous story that had outlived him was the Grapes of Wrath, which led to him receive the Nobel Prize in Literature and the Pulitzer Prize in 1940. Many of John Steinbeck told in a realistic view of life and how men lived in them. Steinbeck grew up in California's Salinas Valley, a diverse area with a rich history. His upbringing help shape his writing, which gave many of his works a sense of place. The Chrysanthemums is a short story a part of John Steinbeck collection of The Long Valley. In his short story, The Chrysanthemums, it deal with different problems in society; however, some problems stand out more than others. Many people have interpret the story into many different ways, but my interpretation of the story depicts the inequality of gender in society, the analysis of the character Elisa , and the symbolic meaning of the Chrysanthemums.
The story commences with Myop skipping outside her house enjoying the beautiful weather and summer air “the air held a keenness that made her nose twitch (Walker)”. For a while Myop continues to play and sing on the farm, just like a young girl would; with absolutely no worries “Nothing exist for her but her song (Walker)”. The causative incident occurs when Myop decides to explore the woods behind her house and ends up discovering “various common but pretty ferns and leaves, an armful of strange blue flowers with velvety ridges and a sweet suds bush (Walker)”. The rising action begins to arise around noon. Here, she has an arm full of her findings and realizes she is far from home when she senses an eerie change in the atmosphere. The climax emerges when she decides to find her way home. Myop suddenly gets her foot caught in something and she bravely pulls her it free, before looking at the demolished face below her. The falling action is revealed when Myop realizes what she stepped on. She detects the rest of the body and finds evidence that suggest the man was lynched to death. At this point she lays her flowers down and Walker introduces the readers to the main theme by concluding the short story with “And summer was over (Walker)”.
Everyone goes through different experiences in life, just as everyone has different types of intelligences and skills. In total there are nine types of intelligences but there is only 2 listed using 3 paragraphs. These examples come from “Flowers for Algernon” or “Dakota Fullest Earns Nation’s Highest Folk Honor”. Some ways in which people demonstrate their knowledge and skill is through Howard Gardner’s Logical/ Mathematical , Bodily/ Kinesthetic , and Intrapersonal intelligences.
Daniel Keys wrote “Flowers for Algernon,” a story where Charlie gets something good and it turns out being bad. He gets intelligence and becomes very smart then he starts to lose it. I think the story suggests that too much of anything is a bad thing.
I can still remember that small enclosed, claustrophobic room containing two armed chairs and an old, brown, paisley print couch my dad and I were sitting on when he told me. “The doctors said there was little to no chance that your mother is going to make it through this surgery.” Distressed, I didn’t know what to think; I could hardly comprehend those words. And now I was supposed to just say goodbye? As I exited that small room, my father directed me down the hospital hallway where I saw my mother in the hospital bed. She was unconscious with tubes entering her throat and nose keeping her alive. I embraced her immobile body for what felt like forever and told her “I love you” for what I believed was the last time. I thought of how horrific it was seeing my mother that way, how close we were, how my life was going to be without her, and how my little sisters were clueless about what was going on. After saying my farewells, I was brought downstairs to the hospital’s coffee shop where a million things were running
I remember one time in fourth grade, there were going to be a special performance in school for the mothers, due to mother’s Day celebration. The teacher asked all us students to write something for our mother’s it could be a letter or a poem. I was so excited because I want it to do something special for my mom. I started to write this poem for my mom in which I expressed all my love to her. When I finished with it I gave it to my teacher. She loved it she was very happy with it that I was one of the students chosen to present the poem to my mom during the school performance. I was very nervous during the pre...
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One of the most memorable moments in my life has to be when my grandaughter Aliana Marie Garcia was born. I had been waiting for her to come to this world for a whole nine months!. it was already a special day I held closely as my religion celebrates a special occasion on that day, it is called, "El Dia de Los Reyes", which is a special religious holiday in Mexican culture that is centered around small gifts for children. It was definitely a very wonderful surprise with the precious gift any person can obtain, the gift of life.
We were interrupted by a phone call from my dad. My mom was still joking and in a silly mood when she started talking to my dad. Suddenly the conversation turned from joking to dead silence and my mom started crying. She tearfully asked, "Is she ok? Was she alone?" I was thinking my sister went riding and fell off her horse or that something had happened to my grandma.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
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People often look at others and judge them based on their appearance. It is something everyone does based on human nature, but nobody knows what that person 's story it. Maybe that lady is dressed in ratty clothes because she works two jobs to support her family. People base these judgments on race, sex, and economic class. I often feel misjudged by people and it is hard because people do not know my real story. On the exterior, I look like a middle class white male and that is what I am, but I am much more than that. Nobody would see me and know that I am a Latino and guess how I got to where I am today. Everybody has a different background and everybody has created their own personal history different from the rest of the
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