Fences setting

The setting of the play is in the 1950's in an urban home in a north american industrial city.

Things that were going on at this time in the united states:

• Hola hoops became popular
• First organ transplant 
• Colored tv introduced
• Seat belts introduced
• Polio vaccine created
• DNA discovered 
• Joseph Stalin Dies 
• First modern credit card created
• Segregation ruled illegal in the US
• Rosa park rufuses to give up her seat
• TV remote control invented
• NASA founded 
• Kitchen Debate Between Nixon and Khrushchev

http://history1900s.about.com/od/timelines/tp/1950timeline.htm

Race and Racism

Racism is something that is talked about often, especially in school when it comes to racism “blacks” have experienced. “At a young age I already knew the standards for a girl like me as I become older they become more obvious.” What this means is that as a young child you start learning about race and racism; and this knowledge grows as you age and it makes you realize racism is a horrible reality. Racism is something that people have drilled into America’s head and even though people claim that racism is “abolished” it is not even close to being half way done.

Through out time Africans have been treated as slaves and later, even though they were not slaves anymore, they were still discriminated for being a different color. Not only Africans have encountered such events of discrimination Hispanics, Muslims, and many others have been down this road. White people have been taught that racism is right and they have the right to carry such duty forward. The girls in the video “A girl like me featurette” think that black people are suppose to be a specific way. They believe that a black girl is considered a girl with a big butt, big boobs, nappy hair, stupid, and etc. Even young people of other races start believing that they are supposed to be a certain way.

 For example some people say that Hispanic girls are whores and they are all board hoppers. Young people have heard these statements so much that they start believing that it is right. Young people have the understanding that being white is the best and that being black is wrong. When in fact they have no controlling over the color of their skin but still they think it is their fault and they just start accepting the fact that whites will be superior to them. At this rate African Americans will always be remembered as slaves, Hispanics will always be remembered as immigrants/aliens, Muslims will always be remembered as terrorists. Young people have the understanding that the best race is the white race.

Gender can add on to racism. Gender can have a great impact on how race and racism will affect the person.  Girls tend to have their gender bring a greater impact on them then a boy would. Being a different can be the cherry on top the ice-cream sundae we call racism and cherry would be the sexism.

Girls tend to have it tougher considering the fact that when a girl goes somewhere they are considered incapable of doing things that only men can do. So people look down on them and being a different race would all add up because being black or being Hispanic and being a women people (especially men would not take you seriously). They take women being serious as a joke because they believe that women are supposed to be cooking and being a house wife they should be breaking a nail out in the “real world”. Race is something people should not take so seriously, race is something that has been made up in order to maintain superiority and dominance. Race is something that just categories humans into different groups due to their ethnic background. America being the land of the free should not have racism considering the fact that everyone in America has derived from somewhere other than America. So the so called “Americans” have no right to discriminate others for the color of their skin considering the fact that the natives are the only ones who can shun the people that are different. Although the natives had the right to do such a thing they did not and the whites took advantage of them and they betrayed them. Which proves that race is something that was made up, and most signs point to the whites as the creators of racism; which would mean there is no such thing as race and racism should not exist. And if there is such thing as race there would only be one race which would be the HUMAN RACE.        

J.F.K's Inaugural Address

The negative impact that Kennedy believes science has had on the world is that it has brought violence and destruction upon the human race. In his speech he states, "...before the dark powers of destruction unleashed by science engulf humanity in planned or accidental destruction." he later states, "...Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors." What he means by this is that the human race has used the power of science for evil and they have misused science. He believes we should further explore science and use it for good things and to better the human race. Two ways that Kennedy believes that science can positively affect the future is by using the power of science to cure diseases and to explore the unknown depth of the ocean. As he states in his speech,"....to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce." He wants us to use the wonders and powers of science for the betterment of the generations of mankind to come. An example of the misuse of science would be the bombings in the final stages of World War II; the creation of all these nuclear weaponry. This resulted in many lives lost thanks to the science that opened the door way to nuclear weaponry. 

Kennedy believes that true progress only results from nations working together for change. In his speech he states, "  Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring those problems which divide us." ; he later says, "Let both sides unite to heed, in all corners of the earth, the command of Isaiah -- to "undo the heavy burdens, and [to] let the oppressed go free." Kennedy believes that if both sides unite and they work together to resolve one problem it would easily be done, instead of working against each other and bringing one another more issues. He believes that if everyone unites we can repair and restore everything that has been damaged and destroyed due to the isolation of every side. Being unified is something that is possible and happens every once in a while here and there.  An example of this would be like when a natural disaster occurs everyone is willing to put everything aside and help and actually work together in something that will resolve a bad doing. 

St. Patrick's Day

St. Patrick's day is an Irish celebration. St. Patrick's day is also known as Feast of Saint Patrick and Patrick's Day. St. Patrick's day is celebrated March 17th.  St. Patrick's day is named after Saint Patrick who was a patron saint( he is one of the most well known patron saint of Ireland). The history of St. Patrick's day is that Patrick was a normal British boy who one day was kidnapped and sold as a slave to Ireland. When Patrick finally escaped he went back to Britain and then France; he then studied and became a Bishop. Later on he returned to Ireland to spread the word of god. Since he made such a big impression on the people of Ireland when he died they named the holiday after him. This is the history of St. Patrick's day!

Thinking Different.

When someone steps out of the box and behave in an “unconventional” or “unacceptable” way, people do not accept their decision and they are rejected. In this video Don Haskins decides to take a African American,” Black”, player onto his team. This demonstrates that Don was different from most coaches at that time. He decided to take in a “black” player when no one else was willing to do so. At that time there were no interracial teams and he was about to make that change. Don decision is very important think different because everyone else had an all whites team and blacks were not allowed to play. This is similar to “Into the Wild.” because Chris McCandless decides to live in the wild; something the society thought was unconventional. This did not stop him from leaving; he was determined to prove to society that they were not living life to the fullest.     

Overcoming Obstacles

Everyone has problems. There are many problems someone has to overcome. Many of these problems are small but to someone who is facing them it may seem like the biggest obstacle they have yet faced. For example there was one problem that I had to overcome when I was a child. The problem was with my mom’s side of the family and the way they treated me. They would always consider and view me as the black sheep of the family (even though at the time I was only 8-9 years old but they still consider me the black sheep). They did not want me around and I could tell by the way they treated me. Everything I did was wrong and nothing I ever did could be right. There was once a time when I used to talk to my cousin. She was nice and she was a good friend (or at least that’s what I thought).

The day that everything started to make sense was when i attended a party. I was talking to my cousin. We had decided to play tag. We were playing for most of the party and everything seemed to be going very well and then her mother called her over. Her mother told her to go inside the house and to stay there. So I was left alone. I told my mom, “Mommy, she doesn’t want her to play with me.” “That’s not true she probably has to go do something inside that’s all. I bet she does want to play with you.” “Her mom doesn’t want me around her.” “Do not think that she probably just wants her to do something important and that’s why she called her.” “Ok mom.” Then when she came back out i went over to her and she just ignored me. “Why don’t you want to talk?” “I’m not supposed to talk to you, my mom told me not to” “what why?” “She just told me not to, so can you go away and leave me alone.” “Ok I will leave.” So I walked away and she went over to her brothers. Her brothers would always talk badly about me. They would always think more of themselves. When I would walk by them they would throw what ever they found laying by they would mostly be rocks or pebbles. Every time they would laugh as they threw the rocks at me and she would join in and laugh at me too. Sometimes I just wanted to throw something back at them but I couldn’t.

They would always ostracize me. In their eyes i was no good. They would always put me down. Even the adults would act like childern at times. They wouldnt want any of their chidern to be around me. When i was having fun it was wrong, so they would always find a way to make the fun for me end. My parents were blind and they never saw what they did to me. When ever I told them they would tell me to deal with it or that I was imagining things because they were good children. My parents thought nothing of my words, they still think this way. Nothing was going my way. Every party or every family event i went to it would be the same ordeal. My moms family didnt like me and i couldnt change that. I would always think that it was my fault that they didnt like me. I thought i did something wrong. Their words and their hate were getting to me. I had to stop but this obstacle was very hard to overcome. I didnt get over this obstacle until i got to middle school.

Once I got to my middle school year I put my foot down. I was done listening to them and what they had to say. I didn’t care that they didn’t like me. They tried to make me go to Maxson and not Hubbard but they couldn’t convince me I refused to go to the same school they were going to. I finally got to let my feelings out and tell them that they had no right to tell me what to do. They were shocked at the fact that I actually talked back to them; I thought it was inevitable; I was a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. At that moment they had nothing else to say so I got up and walked away with dignity. My parents even thought it was a good idea to go to Maxson but I refused to go to that school. And they decided to actually hear me out and let me go to Hubbard.

Once I got into Hubbard, I felt like it was going to be a big change with the fact that I actually stood up to my mean cousins and the fact that I was going to a new school. So in the end I over came my obstacle, even if it did take a few years. I stood up to my cousins, even though they still look down at me, but I learned to actually forgive and forget whatever they said in the past ,even though I will never be able to trust them.  They sometimes try to talk to me now and make up for what they did in the past, but I think its no use considering the fact that the things they did in the past actually made my life horrible at times. Considering all they did I believe it only made me stronger and wiser and I thank them for that because I wouldn’t want to be like them or even be friends with people like that. I’m grateful that obstacle was put on my path it has made me the person I am today and it has made me a greater person and brought me great friends I know wont treat me as bad as my family. Obstacles are hard to face but you can overcome them if you are determined enough. Obstacles only make you stronger.        

VALENTINES DAY!

 The history Valentine’s Day is all based off a man named valentine, St. Valentine to be specific. St. Valentine was a cleric who unified people in holy matrimony. At that time Claudius II was in power. Claudius II believed that marriage made the men, who were to go off to war, weak. He believed it made his men weak because they became too attached to their wives which would distract them from their duties. So he decided to make marriage illegal at the time. St. Valentine felt bad for the men, so he decided to perform secret marriages. He knew that in time he would be caught and when that day came he was arrested. After being arrested he was killed for acting against the emperor’s order; but before he was killed it is said that St. Valentine fell in love with the guard’s daughter. And before being executed he wrote a letter to her stating “From your Valentine.” He was killed February 14. From this legend February 14 has become Valentines Day.

The advice I have for the people in a relationship is that they have to be fully committed to the person they are with. They can not just back out before a holiday or before they meet the other person’s family. Also the people in the relationship should get to know the other person very well; if they know the other person is not a Monday person they should just back off a little on Mondays before they end up single. People should try to stay connected during spring break and they should stay faithful so they won’t break up other a spring break “romance”. So people should just control their hormones and actually feel something for the other person so the relationship will last. 

Personification

Personification gives inanimate objects human properties or qualities.







Monday is never willing to get out of bed. She is always gloomy and boring. Everything is a drag for her. She is always lazy and mundane. She is always the party pooper. She is a downer. She is always wants to be alone but the rest of the group needs her. 

Tuesday is very calm. She doesn’t do much. She just sits in the corner quietly. Nothing bothers Tuesday. Tuesday is very close with Monday and Wednesday. She doesn’t like to make a scene. She likes to keep it professional. She likes to work. She does everything discretely.

Wednesday loves to be in between everything. She never likes to get in trouble. She never likes picking a side but she loves to be in everyone’s business. She is a gossiper on the down low, even though she never spreads rumors in order to remain neutral. Wednesday is everyone’s friend.

Thursday likes to plan everything. She will usually be the one who plans all the parties but she never gets to enough the party to the fullest because she likes to leave once the party is getting started.

Friday is the best friends with Saturday. They are the life of the party. Friday loves to be crazy and wild. He loves to hit the club. He always starts the party. He is the one who brings the joy and happiness. He is a people person, everyone he meets he charms.

Saturday needs Friday in order to keep the party rolling. She loves to stay up late and she thinks life should be lived to the fullest. She believes that there might not be a tomorrow so everything she does she never regrets. Some people are against Saturday’s way of living but she just thinks hater be hatin’. Saturday loves to go out and live her life.

Sunday is very laid back. He never gets involved with anyone but he will always be there to keep everything going. He loves to relax. Sometimes, he likes to party with Saturday. Sunday is a great guy to hang around with. He is always there for you and will never leave the group hanging. He keeps the group united and he keeps them going.

Metaphors and similes!

Fifth of July

My family is an expired firecracker
set off by the blowtorch of divorce. We lay
scattered in many directions.
My father is the wick, badly burnt
but still glowing softly.
My mother is the blackened paper fluttering down,
blowing this way and that, unsure where to land.
My sister is the fallen, colorful parachute,
lying in a tangled knot, unable to see the beauty she
holds.
My brother is the fresh, untouched powder that
was protected from the flame. And I,
I am the singed, outside papers, curled away
from everything, silently cursing
the blowtorch.

By: John

Metaphors are a comparison between two unlike things without the use of like or as.

Metaphors are important to writing because metaphors can be used to compare two things to each other and they make something more descriptive. They help in making imagery and getting a message across.

The tone of this poem is sad and lonely.

The mood of the poem is depressing.

The meaning of this poem is to describe how this person feels when their parents were going through a divorce and how it just made his life a weird situation he was now lonely without his parents together.

A Love Poem 

Your love is like a blanket
that keeps me toasty warm.
Your love is like a shield
that protects me from all harm.
Your love is like a chocolate bar,
velvet-smooth and sweet
Or like some comfy house slippers
that hug my tired feet

You hold me like an easy chair
when I’m too weak to stand
Imbue me with your steadfast faith
by just holding my hand
Your eyes express devotion,
profound and true and deep
Your heartbeat’s like a lullabye
that beckons me to sleep

You permeate my memories
Romance from days long past
You underwrite my future
with a love that’s made to last
I need you more than words can say
My heart is sure and true
I’m yours until the end of time
Like, baby, I love you

 Similes are a comparison between two unlike things using like or as.

Similes are important because they also help out in imagery and they help in expressing the authors view on things.

The tone of the poem is love and togetherness.

The mood of the poem is happy and dependability.
The meaning of this poem is that this person is describing how the love of another person makes them feel and how dependent they are of that person, as in life with out them would be empty and lonely.

Did the effort make a difference?

People have lived through many events of injustice and there have been a few brave people who have had the courage to stand against the injustice and make a difference, the difference in which we live today. Dr Martin Luther King Jr. at the last speech he would ever give stated, “... I may not be there with you but I want you to know tonight that we as a people will get to the promise land.” What he meant with these words is that even though he might not be there when the change has occurred he knows and has faith that it will occur. He had a feeling he would no longer be present to witness his work pay off. All of Dr Martin Luther King Jr. work has succeeded but not completely.

Dr Martin Luther king Jr. believed that everyone was equal and he died trying to fight for what he believed was right. If he walked into our school tomorrow he would say that he could not be any more proud of the fact that schools and life is now a inter racial society. If he saw what we do with our civil rights he would be disappointed. He would be disappointed because he would see that people in our school take their civil rights for granted and do not take advantage of the opportunities they have. He would just look at the generation of today and be ashamed to see that all his work was wasted but he would be happy to see people now accepting each other not by the color of their skin but the content of their person.

Martin would be proud of me. He would see that I am actually taking advantage of the privileges I have today. He would see that unlike everyone else in the school there are people that do not take things for granted and appreciate the fact that people gave their lives up just so we could live in a better society. He would be happy to see a community in which people no longer categorize as white and colored people. He would be disappointed to see people making their selves look like idiots by wearing there pant under the regular standard. To see people being racist and hating one another. To see people in gangs and to see people killing each other.

Even tough the world is not perfect martin would be proud to see that his efforts actually made a difference. He would see that people do not discriminate each other like before. Black and whites now marry each other and have a big happy family. All the people that have fought for the rights we have today would be proud to see that they actually made a difference. They made the world a better place.

                                                                                                             

Hyperboles a tool of literature.

Hyperbole- is a exaggeration in which a statement is stretched and not to be taken literally 

Hyperboles are an important part of writing because they emphasis the meaning or the literature and it also helps in developing the feeling of the literature

 Television by Roald Dahl

The most important thing we've learned,

So far as children are concerned,

Is never, NEVER, NEVER let

Them near your television set --

Or better still, just don't install

The idiotic thing at all.

In almost every house we've been,

We've watched them gaping at the screen.

They loll and slop and lounge about,

And stare until their eyes pop out.

(Last week in someone's place we saw

A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)

They sit and stare and stare and sit

Until they're hypnotised by it,

Until they're absolutely drunk

With all that shocking ghastly junk.

Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,

They don't climb out the window sill,

They never fight or kick or punch,

They leave you free to cook the lunch

And wash the dishes in the sink --

But did you ever stop to think,

To wonder just exactly what

This does to your beloved tot?

IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!

IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!

IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!

IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND

HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND

A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!

HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!

HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!

HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!

'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,

'But if we take the set away,

What shall we do to entertain

Our darling children? Please explain!'

We'll answer this by asking you,

'What used the darling ones to do?

'How used they keep themselves contented

Before this monster was invented?'

Have you forgotten? Don't you know?

We'll say it very loud and slow:

THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,

AND READ and READ, and then proceed

To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!

One half their lives was reading books!

The nursery shelves held books galore!

Books cluttered up the nursery floor!

And in the bedroom, by the bed,

More books were waiting to be read!

Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales

Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales

And treasure isles, and distant shores

Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,

And pirates wearing purple pants,

And sailing ships and elephants,

And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,

Stirring away at something hot.

(It smells so good, what can it be?

Good gracious, it's Penelope.)

The younger ones had Beatrix Potter

With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,

And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,

And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-

Just How The Camel Got His Hump,

And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,

And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,

There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-

Oh, books, what books they used to know,

Those children living long ago!

So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,

Go throw your TV set away,

And in its place you can install

A lovely bookshelf on the wall.

Then fill the shelves with lots of books,

Ignoring all the dirty looks,

The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,

And children hitting you with sticks-

Fear not, because we promise you

That, in about a week or two

Of having nothing else to do,

They'll now begin to feel the need

Of having something to read.

And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!

You watch the slowly growing joy

That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen

They'll wonder what they'd ever seen

In that ridiculous machine,

That nauseating, foul, unclean,

Repulsive television screen!

And later, each and every kid

Will love you more for what you did.

The tone of this poem is hatred or dislike towards televisions and the impact it has had on the children.

The mood of the story is aggravated and disappointed.

The meaning of this poem is that the imagination and the creativity of the children of today are being lost to the TV and that minds are being wasted due to the creation of the TV.

Jacinta Ramayah, Malaysia

THE OLYMPIC RUNNER (7 Oct 2009)

The sun beat down so hard it burnt his back,
His feet ate the dust as he ran the endless track,
The wind gave him wings and the miles flew by,
He was gunning for gold, for victory he’d die.

Critics had a field day when he entered the arena,
They could have knocked him down with a feather,
“Sideways you can’t see him through a 50-cent coin,
Bones on a cold carcass make up his manly loin.”

“His feet so long he will surely fall flat on his face,
Legs stretch down like two bamboo poles in place,
From the land of famine he gets not his daily bread,
If he wins, we’ll eat our hats,” in mockery they said.

As he touched the finish line, the crowd went wild,
Cheers heard across the land by every man and child,
His heartbeats so erratic they were beating out of time
If he could take a shot at his critics it’d be no crime.

Sweat streamed down, pooled like rivulets on the floor,
A warrior back from the battlefield, battered and sore,
Standing tall as a Brobdingnagian, the anthem sung
The joy so sweet, he could taste it on his tongue.

He was so tired he felt he could sleep for a year
The cynics struck dumb, had no cause to jeer,
‘A man in a million’ were the headlines that day
“Not a mere man but a giant in spirit,” they say.

                                                                       

The tone of this poem is determined and optimistic.

The mood of the poem is willful and improbable (all odds are against the runner)

The meaning of this poem is that even when no one is with you or has hope in you, you can still accomplish anything if you just have faith in yourself. 

THE FOG...

He tied his boat off and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed. He was determined to be the first to live and tell the story of what would happen beyond the fog. No one believed he could do anything they all believed that he had no purpose in life. He walked towards the fog and before he entered the fog he left a note and a neon pink ribbon attached to it so that if a person was to walk by they could see that someone had been there. Every pace he took he took as if it was his last one. "Who would have thought I had this much guts to place my life in danger knowing that this could be a life or death situation." He continued walking into the fog. The fog began to become thicker and thicker he began to have difficulty seeing where he was going. Suddenly he took a step and he fell into a trench. Everything had blacked out for him. He thought that he had died from that fall. He was mistaken. He had fallen into a new civilization. There were many people there. They seemed to be the people that had been here before. They must have been the people that had come and never lived to tell their story. Now he knew why they had never lived to tell their story. How were they supposed to leave or escape this trench? He decided to take a look around and meet the courageous people that had decided to take a chance and see what was in the fog. He met this lady who seemed to be happy in this civilization. “Hello" “hello nice to meet you" " may I ask what your name might be" “my name is Rosa" “that is a beautiful name. My name is Alex" " I’m guessing your new here" "well then you would be guessing correctly.” "Since your new let me show you around” he decided to accept the offer and he went around the whole town he was introduced to everyone that was there. Every time he met a new person he would ask them the same question, which was if they liked living here or not. Some would respond yes but others were very hesitant and decided not to respond. He was surprised at their response to the question so he decided to never bring the question up again, but before this he had to ask Rosa what she had to say. “i don't like living here but I would rather live here than go back into the civilization that rejected me" those were the words she told him. "Who would have thought that a beautiful girl like her would be rejected in the society? She had beautiful brown hair, her eyes a hazel color, and her skin was very pale. She was the picture perfect women out it the real world society. Why would they reject such a beautiful young lady?" They would reject me because of where I came from and the way I live, no one can accept me for who I really am. They just think of me as a stereotype." "That should give you more reason to go back to the real world. You should prove them wrong and actually do something with your life.don't just sit around and let them talk." “Then what am I supposed to do? Do you want me to go make a fool out of me?" “No but I want you to change your life for the better; a girl like you can accomplish many things in her life.  More than what you expect." She just glared at him as if he was crazy. She said nothing and left to go pick the fruits. "Now what will I do" is all he thought to himself. He decided to live in this place for two weeks. Everyday he went to visit Rosa at her house. Each and every day that he did so he noticed that Rosa was getting sick. She seemed to get worse day after day. It seemed like Rosa was dying. He monitored her every day. He began to notice that she could no longer get up or lift heavy things like she used to. She became very thin and she seemed very depressed. She seemed to be losing her glow. She seemed to have aged 5 years. Alex was determined to find out what was wrong with Rosa. He went to the town’s doctor. "Hello doctor. This young lady needs help she seems to be deteriorating. You must help her." "Let me take a look at her and I will tell you what I can do."  The town’s doctor did not know what to do. Rosa was dying and he couldn't find anyone that could help them. He decided to find a way out. He started to seek help and advice on a way out but everyone just told him that everyone that has attempted to leave has died. That’s why no one had left this place. Alex thought to himself there must be a way out of here. He started to wonder the land and he came across this passage that seemed very eerie. He was willing to take the chance and go through that passage. That seemed to be the only way out. He packed some of Rosa's stuff and he grabbed Rosa and they were on their way. Rosa had some strength left in her so she walked as far as she could. When she got tired Alex carried her. He was willing to risk his life to saves Rosa. They came across many obstacles some of which were very dangerous. He had to face his fear of horrible darkness. He had to face his fear of being the only one who could help. He put himself in situations he had never been in before. He didn't want to let Rosa down. Alex tripped and fell time after time, but he never stopped. He was determined to save Rosa. While he was on his way he realized that he hadn't come across anything that would be life threatening. Suddenly a large creature appeared before his eyes. It was 7 ft tall and had razor sharp teeth. It also had stinky breath. He looked at it straight into its eyes when all of a sudden the monster spoke. He said" my name is Charlie. I am the keeper of the land. If you want to pass you will need to give me a reason as to why you need to leave. What is your purpose in life?" “I need to leave. I need to help Rosa. She is very ill and needs to be checked out” “and what is your purpose in life?” “I don’t have a purpose in life. I have never had a purpose in life. Please let me pass by. I need to find help. I need to leave.” “You may not pass.” “Why” “you may not pass because you don’t seem to have anything to live for.” “Are you saying I am wasting my life?” “Do you know what you’re going to do with your life?” “No but I can prove I will help another’s life but you need to let me pass.” “You may pass, only if you promise to return.” “I promise I will return. Thank you for letting me pass.” The monster moved aside and let him pass. “Who would have thought a creature so gruesome was so knowledgeable” Alex soon made it to his boat (his boat that mysteriously was still there.) he put Rosa in the boat and he started rowing. He then made it to an island that was close by. He took Rosa into the nearest hospital. Rosa was now in intensive care. Alex asked the doctor what had happened and he said “Everyone over there appeared to be healthy but they hadn't been close to people in many years many of the people there had been born there and they hadn't been exposed to human diseases. They weren't immune to many diseases, so when you came to that town you brought a disease that their body couldn’t fight off.”  “ I feel horrible now” “don’t feel horrible. You weren’t aware of what was going to happen.” Alex then waited for Rosa to get the all clear. Suddenly, his friend which was a reporter came up to him. He asked him what it was like in the fog. Alex had nothing to say except that he had to go back once Rosa was well. Two weeks later Rosa was healthy. Alex was now ready to return and keep his promise with the monster. Rosa however didn’t want to return. She had realized that society had changed and she wanted to remain there. Alex decided to leave her there. He went back to the new civilization and met up with the monster. “Hello Charlie” “hello. I see you have returned.”  “Of course I am a man of my words.” “Since you have returned I shall tell you something wise an old man once told me. Every person is made for a reason and with time they will find their purpose in life. And I think you have found your purpose.” “Thank you Charlie. I believe I have found my purpose in life. I was made to help people even when I don’t know the person very well. I made a difference in that person’s life.

A Dream Can Be a Glimpse at Reality

Every night you go to bed and never really think about your dreams( I'm not one of those people). A dream can represent something more than what it seems to be. I believe all of my dreams have a meaning. Even though all my dreams have a meaning the one that has made me think the most was my dream about being stranded with 3 of my closet friends.

 My dream starts with everyone being kidnapped and we end up in a black van. We are trying to figure out a way to escape but we can't seem to find a way out. Then suddenly the van stops and they make us get out of the van and they drop us off there and leave a note. A note which states "you guys have been selected to be part of a experiment in which you will be stranded with your friends and we will monitor your ever move. We hope your friendship is strong enough to survive this obstacle." All we could do is just look at each other and in our minds everything was going to be easy. We were wrong it seemed like months had gone by when only a few days had gone by. We were all almost at breaking point. It was every man for himself. Everybody was turning against each other and no one could be trusted. We were no longer friends. Our friendship was no more. I wanted to keep everything real so i really didn't do much. Unlike everyone else, everyone else were forming alliances and they would lie to your face just to express the hate they had. No one wanted to be here. Where was the love we had... my closest friends were now my enemies or my haters. Then suddenly we get another note which states"people make hard choices everyday and you have to make one today. You guys have to decide on who you want to sacrifice in order to return home." And a box was with it. The box contained a gun with one bullet. Someone had to die. Who was it going to be? In the afternoon my friends came to me and told me they had decided to get rid of my former best friend. She no longer wanted to talk to me. I told them they could do whatever they wanted to do. So they went over to my best friend and they pointed the gun to her. They shot the gun and the bullet had pierced me. I gave my life up for my friend which had been through everything with me. Last thing she told me was that i was her best friend and that no matter what happened she wouldn't let me die. Then everything blacked out. After that i woke up since well it was all just a dream.
My analysis of the characters and what they represent is that they represent my best friends. Everything that happened in my dream makes me think about the things my best friends and i have been through. It symbolizes that i have a true friend that will always be there for me and that i would be willing to do anything to save my friend. It also makes me think about honesty and truthfulness.
A connection to literature this made me think about was "No More Dead Dogs" this book talks about how best friends part after a discussion and dispute and they make new friends and at the end they settle their differences and become best friends once again. It also talks about truth and honesty and how the main character can never tell a lie. This connects to my story because the themes are the same and they deal with the same overall theme.

Is A Picture Really Worth 1,000 Words

What I see in the picture is a women and a child. You can also see a person that is walking in the background. That person is wearing a black suit and carrying a black suit case. The woman is dressed in an army suit with her combat boots and her camouflage book bag, which she wears proudly.  I also see a little girl which is wearing a white and pink stripped shirt.  They seem to be in a bone colored airport as if the women has just come back from serving the country. What the little girl and women are doing in the picture, is hugging. So I would lead me to conclude that the little girl and the women have a relation. This relation would be of a mother and a daughter.  The lady has blonde hair, which is braided, and her daughter has brown hair. The lady seems to be the one who has returned from war and has just been reunited with her daughter.

What I think is happening, is that the woman is being reunited with her daughter. I think that she has just gotten off of her plane and the first thing she wants to see is her daughter. Everything that she has been through is now in the past and she is living in the present she is living her moment right now. Since she is reunited with someone that she loves she falls to her knees in the joy of being with her daughter. Her expression is so touching. You can actually feel the vibes from the expression she has on her face. But I believe that what she feels is something I would you would have to be in her position to feel.  I believe the little girl must also be happy to finally see her family after so much time apart from each other. The mom must have thought she wasn’t going to make it. I think she thought this because she seems so touched by the fact that she is back with her daughter. She must have seen many terrible things when she was at war.  She must be thinking that everything is now OK and that she has nothing to worry about. She must also be thinking about being a survivor after a lengthy time period in war. The only thing she has to worry about is her daughter and watching her daughter grow up.  Everything must be falling into place after such a long time away from the place she calls home. A long time away from those which she loves. A long time away from the people those who love her.  Being happy for finally being reunited with her daughter seems to be the best thing that has happened to her in that period of time.

What I think is going to happen, is that she is going to go back to her normal life. She doesn’t seem to have much on her mind it just seems like everything she has done has been for her daughter. I think she will view everything differently and she will be grateful for everything she has unlike the people she might have met while at war. She might have witnessed people dying and people being taken from their families. she might have left as a women that had courage to serve the country but she came back as a new person with new out looks on life and she must have came back a greater and better mother. She could have witnessed many horrible and terrible things she would never want to happen in her lifetime.  I think she will try to catch up on what she has missed in the time period she was gone and she will be grateful for everything she has at this point. I think this because I heard war is no laughing matter. People die in war everyday and she was one of the few that survived and she must be grateful and happy that she is alive and with her family. I can imagine being in a place where you have to be in fear every second of your day and sleeping in such an environment.  From that environment coming into an environment where there everything is at peace and you can sleep in tranquility I would also be happy.  She must be very happy even to see the people she hates. The worries she will have after returning home is being with her child. So her future is her child.  Something else she could do is going back to war. She could volunteer to go back to war.  She must be hoping that what she did at war helped. It helped in the way that it helped stop the war and helped make peace.  She can live her life as an average everyday person.  I think the lady in the picture might have even flashed back to the events she lived through. She could have been in the position of death or the position of gun point. Everything in her life could have changed and she could be tired of the way everything is in the other countries. She might want to never let this happen to the country we call home so she could return to war. She could think of everything she went through and the present becomes the past. If she ever went back to war I think she would have another emotional event like the one pictured. She must have met many people from all over the country who are united and ready to serve the nation no matter the risk of dying. She must have noticed all the love and unity that every one demonstrated that she wanted to keep her life in something that would help bring peace and love to the other country just like the love we had for our country. Serving the country and returning must have been her fairy tale ending.

My Destination

“Lemur Island, Madagascar my destination for my vacation. I never thought that I would have a chance to visit such an exotic place.” “Come on Julie, we’re going to miss the plane if we don’t get on right now.” “Ok I’m just going to finish   saying good bye to my mom.” “Well mom I hope you won’t miss me when I’m gone, and I will call you everyday” “have a safe trip, I love you.” I boarded the plane and before I knew it we were in the air. “Hey Julie, aren’t you scared of heights.” “Yes, I am; but I’m trying to stay calm.” “Ok, but aren’t you scared that the plane might just fall out the sky and we will crash land in a weird place.” “Don’t say that!” “Ok then lets just relax until we get there.” About 10 to 11 hours had gone by when the pilot came on the intercom and said “ we will soon be landing in Buenos Aires ,Argentina” “ what?! I thought you said this plane was going to Madagascar. Caroline!! What number flight is this?” “The flight number is 32. Why?” “Why! This is the wrong plane. I told you that the flight number was 22” “I’m sorry.” “Ok now we are in Buenos Aries Argentina. I have never been to Argentina; it seems like a good vacation destination.” “So you’re not mad?” no Caroline I’m not mad. I just want to enjoy this vacation I have worked hard for.” “So are we going to stay here or are we going to get on another plane to Madagascar?” “We are going to stay here.” “This is going to be a fun trip.” The plane landed and we got off; I was so happy to be on land again, I just wanted to kiss the floor but that would have been weird. So first thing we had to do was find a place to stay. It took me about an hour to find a place to stay. Since that was done I decided to go around and take a look at the place.

 It was very hot it felt like 90 degrees. I wanted to enjoy my time here and that was what I was going to do even though I hate the heat and well I was going to have fun. So I started to wonder off into the streets of Argentina and I saw these beautiful colorful buildings and houses. Everything here was so different from everything back at the U.S. it was like going into a completely different environment. I noticed that everything was so breathe taking and I wanted to take a picture to remember this trip. I remembered that Caroline had my camera so I turned around to ask her to take a picture. When I noticed she was no longer there and I was lost. I lost my best friend and myself in Argentina what was I going to do. I decided to ask people for directions but I didn’t even remember the name of the street that I was on. This trip had just gone from bad to worse. It then started to rain what a horrible first day. 

This trip didn’t seem like a vacation. It hasn’t even been a day and everything went down hill. I kept walking and came across these tall buildings; they kind of reminded me of the towers in New York. These towers are like skyscrapers, they seemed to reach the sky. The congress hall and the main town is like changing the architectural view, everything is in a different construction perception. It’s like stepping back to the time of the royal people. Everything appears to be castles and very important. All of these beautiful sights and I’m stuck looking for Caroline and trying to find out where I am at. I just wanted to go home at this point; I was wet, tired, and lost. I came across this bakery it seemed like I had seen it before. Since I wanted to dry off I decided to go in there and buy something to eat. I saw this girl that seemed to be wearing the same thing as Caroline but I went over to her and that wasn’t her.

 So I sat down and drank some hot coffee with a croissant. This little bakery, with windows for walls, is very open to the public so you could see everyone that passed by.  This lady was walking by with a bunch of bags in her hand and she looked at me and smiled. That was when I noticed that she was Caroline. I ran outside and hugged her. I was so worried I had lost her forever. “Where were u Caroline? I was worried I wasn’t going to find you.” “I went shopping, I saw this really cute outfit and I just had to buy it. I went back to the hotel and I didn’t find you so I went for a walk.” “You know where the hotel is!?” “Yes I do, why?” “Thank gosh. Lets go to the hotel I’m tired and I want to go change my clothes.” “Ok” this trip was now getting back on track. The next few days were great and I was grateful that everything happened. It made me come to the realization that the beauties of these places are amazing and you don’t need a camera to capture them. The beauty of this place will make an impact that will be stored in your memories forever. Who would have thought Argentina was going to be my destination?                

A Life In The Dark

"Bad things happen to everyone. Something worse than the other. Suffering through this cold every night and having to walk around in the dark. Everything seemed to be at its worst." this is all I could think of as the hurricane just began. I was mistaken the hurricane was just starting and everything was about to get much worse. "Brush your teeth and go to sleep." my dad told us. "Everything will be ok but if something actually happens just be ready. Go to the master bedroom and rest there I’ll wake you up if anything happens and if we need to evacuate" "ok I will take my brother and my sister to the bedroom and hopefully they get some rest" to my surprise they were fast asleep in a few minutes. Unlike me it took me awhile to fall asleep. As I laid there in the dark all I could hear were things crashing into the house and all the branches falling from the trees as if they were raindrops. You could hear the trees as they snapped like twigs. Who would have thought that such things were going to happen? As I laid there in the dark I just wondered if this was happening here, I wonder if this was nothing compared to what other people were living through. I just stared at the ceiling wondering and as I watched the room get darker and darker and darker until everything was pitch black.

Next thing I realized was waking up to my mom and dad talking in the living room. The hurricane had lightened up and it was time to go and see the damages the hurricane had committed. We drove around the neighborhood since we had no electricity at the house and no electricity meant there was no heat or light or entertainment. Where ever we drove there was a tree that was blocking the road and many things had been destroyed, everything was closed. The town appeared to be a ghost town; it was empty, quiet, and lifeless. I had never seen the town like this. There was nothing we could do for the day except wait in the house and see if the power came back on. It started to get dark and we still didn’t have any power. So I went upstairs to see what my cousin was doing. It was very bright in the area my cousin was at; he had almost ten candles illuminating the 2^nd floor. They were sitting around the table gambling their money. So I decided to join the game. In the end I won three times the money I started with. The next few day we continued playing cards but with out money this time. We got bored of the game by the 5^th day, so we went out to buy a new card game we ended up playing that for another 4 days.

Every day that passed by we had to heat water up to take hot showers. We needed to charge our phones in the car. I didn’t have service on my phone which was the worst. It was the worst because everyone was trying to contact us and when they couldn’t reach us they started thinking something bad had happened. When the signal started to get at least one or two bars I sat next to a window in the attic to make sure I had reception. Everything was hard work for nine days. Nothing seemed to get better. At least I got to spend time with my family. Everyday felt like hard work and everything seemed to be more difficult. On the ninth day I fell asleep.

 Then on the tenth day we got the power back at the house. It was 4 o’clock in the morning when the lights turned on. We were so happy we were going to have hot showers, a warm house, light, and food that weren’t going to spoil because the refrigerator was working once more. Who would have thought that we depended so much on technology? Everything we used in our everyday life we took for granted and we didn’t know how much we loved something until it was gone; but this experience brought our family closer together.    

The Meaning Of This Quote...

“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.” -Alex super tramp

The meaning of Chris's words is that life is like a closed cage, a closed cage that we have been accustomed too. He also means that in this life we live our imagination and spirit is being forced to not cross the lines of comfort. I agree with Chris because he is right. Everybody in this life is caged and nobody thinks outside of the box. Everybody expects everything to be done for them. Everybody believes that everything has been done and they just give up on trying making an invention even better. Everybody is happy with the way things are and they don’t have to work that hard to get what they want.   

Chris embraced these beliefs by escaping the society and actually changing his way of life to the way he wanted things to be. He began a life in which no day was ever the same as the other. Everyday was now an adventure. Every road he took brought something new and everything he did he had to work hard for; just the way he wanted his life to be and the way he liked it. He no longer needed the comfort of society or the protection of society he now just needed the spirit of determination and adventure.

My life has been conditioned to a life of security conformity and conservation by the fact that everything I need I will always have. I know everything will be okay because I have the protection of my family and I know nothing bad will happen. I know that everything will stay the same and that there will never be any drastic changing to the way of life I am accustomed to. If there could every be a moment that I could meet Chris I think he ask me if I am happy with the way of life I have. I think he would encourage me to take a chance and escape this prison we have to call reality. He would encourage me to run away and never look back because looking back would just make me change my mind and that wouldn’t help me at all. I think he would tell me to live my life as if I would die tomorrow and dream as if I would live forever.

Questions answered

1) Explain what Chris means in this selection in your own words.  Was he right or wrong?

2) In what ways did Chris embrace and then exemplify these beliefs?

3) How has your life been conditioned to a life of security, conformity and conservatism?  If you could meet Chris, what do you think he would specifically question about your life?  What do you think he would encourage you to do?

Poems For The Soul Of A Hitch Hiker

Wanting An Escape

I find myself laying on this floor of mine, oh what I wouldn’t give, To feel just fine. There’s so much more to me, then what you see, I’ve been through so much, Id give anything to be free. I’ve sacrificed my heart to someone who doesn’t care, Someone who wouldn’t even be there. I give it my all, and every time I think of it, on the floor is where I fall. I’ve been talked down, everyone expects me to smile, But all I wear is a frown. Ashley Perkins The theme of this poem is escape. This poem can relates to Chris Mccandles in the sense that everyone expected him to be something and do something he didn't want to do. He just wanted to escape the society that criticized him and judged him for every little thing he did. He wanted to be free and experience the real world and he was just awaiting the moment to escape. A dream he actually accomplished. I hate the high society High society was pompously spurious; blowing pricelessly precious moments of sacrosanct life; in wisps of obnoxiously sleazy cigar smoke, High society was abhorrently malicious; invidiously castigating its own counterpart behind their back; while garnering a sanctimonious smile in front of the same, High society was inconspicuously threadbare; harboring diabolically ominous tendencies for the miserably oppressed; evolving castles of rotting currency on their poignantly scarlet blood, High society was spuriously ostentatious; diffusing the entire tenure of their claustrophobic life; in dungeons of hideously ungainly manipulation, High society was brutally tyrannical; indiscriminately lambasting the diminutively innocent; to baselessly inundate their venomous treasuries; with even the very last iota of food in their impoverished stomachs, High society was insanely ludicrous; unrelentingly dictating the poor to polish their worthless shoes; then wholeheartedly laughing their hearts out; admiring their capriciously grotesque reflection in the same, High society was ghoulishly devilish; preposterously drinking wine in the realms of their own cheaply glittering chambers; while the immaculately blissful commoner shivered uncontrollably; in the acridly freezing maelstrom outside, High society was ambiguously hypocrite; perennially breaking hearts like frigid matchsticks; with their devilishly unholy promise towards the chapter of resplendent life, High society was truculently unforgiving; cold-bloodedly treating even the most inadvertently committed of mistakes; with the vindictively gory heel of their satanic shoe, High society was abominably authoritative; salaciously dictating their unfathomable graveyard of whims and woes; upon the wonderfully ingratiating fabric of eternal mankind, High society was treacherously bombarding; demonically marauding the symbiotically triumphant happiness of every righteous household; with raunchily stinking notes of indescribable corruption, High society was surreptitiously precarious; giving you the merciless slip towards the corpses of ultimate death; when you thought you had secured an invincible stranglehold on the fortress of bountiful life, High society was heinously wasting; inviting their snobbishly silken cats to eat in plates of fathomlessly scintillating silver; while the disastrously orphaned urchin was breathing his very last outside, High society was egregiously parasitic; barbarically sucking rivers of blood to rejuvenate their meaningless lives; when all what they actually needed was just two droplets of holistic water, High society was indefatigably fretting; agonizingly complaining about God’s panoramically resplendent creation; just because the Sun filtered an iota too more through their murderously tinted glass, High society was a ridiculously dead skeleton; incessantly witnessing the Lord’s beautifully fragrant creation through glasses of lecherously licentious wine; and then collapsing into countless bits of worthless chowder; as the wind increased its pace even an inconspicuously exhilarating trifle, High society was ruthlessly heartless; malevolently betraying the souls of impregnably true lovers; morbidly incarcerating them within jailhouses of sanctimonious status; caste; creed and tribe, High society was tumultuously penalizing; lunatically violating God’s every divinely virtue; having the wealth to purchase every confectionary with the opulence in their pockets; yet remaining a sordid failure in the pages of existence, High society was a robotic tycoon; self-conceitedly squelching the winds of voluptuously regale artistry and breath; with inclemently mechanical behavioral patterns; all throughout the day and enchanting night, High society was a uxorious dog; uncontrollably wagging its criminally slavering tongue; at even the most fugitively ethereal insinuation of titillation and extra wealth, High society was parsimonious mosquito; nonsensically disseminating its affluence on nubile vixen and bawdiness; bereft of even the tiniest beat of perpetual love in its insides, High society was a hollow termite; horrifically guzzling the threads of harmony; symbiotism; unity; with its canines of torturously vengeful prejudice, High society was an asphyxiating web; which tightened the noose of its ill will more tautly upon you every unfurling minute; derogatorily drowning the element of sparkling truth in your persona; with its gutters of inevitable lies, High society was torturously imprisoning; crippling the wings of your fascinatingly seductive freedom not only for this; but for an infinite more lives, High society was a boundless sea allright; but without even the most mercurial trace of waves; compassion and sensuously redolent togetherness, High society was an ostracizing gallows; lividly laughing at traumatizing sorrow around them; basking in the glory of their falsely fiasco brawn and might, High society was arrogantly deceitful; bending down like a obeisant snail in front of lambasting superpowers; whereas the Creator ruled every bit of this endless Universe; ever since the moment it was born, High society was unreasonably questioning; wretchedly molesting innocuous organisms; for ostensibly no fault of theirs or their humbly humanitarian kind, High society was an impudent stone; shattering not only the truthful glasses; but the irrefutably patriotic conscience of a synergistically common man, High society was pretentiously civilized; behaving like a astronomically nail polished angel on the bustling streets; while ripping each other apart worse than what wolves could execute; in the bloodstained upholstery of their castle room, High society was pugnaciously blinded; maniacally overlooking even the most magnificently majestic empathy around; in the monstrously debilitating shine of incongruous coin, And although it was unfortunate but true that I was born amidst its integrally sodomizing cradle; I had; am; and will always hate the high society till the end of my time; and in every blessed life of mine…. Nikhil Parekh This poem is about hate and society. This might be a poem Chris read. I believe he would appreciate this poem because this talks about how corrupt society is.It also states how society is unethical. The poem's mood is hatred and disgusted , the same emotion Chris had for society.This is a poem that might have spoken to Chris,and hopefully this poem will actually speak to everyone. This poems might have been the literature themes that Chris might have read.

A Life Changing Experience

"Another day on my journey to Hollywood. It seemed like years when it has just been a little over a year. Who would have thought that I would be here." That’s all that came to my mind as I walked across the Hollywood walk of fame. My impatience was killing me I couldn’t wait to find a job and try to live here. The joy I felt overwhelmed me Just to know that i'm stepping the place where the famous people once stood and walked. As I got up and walked away from the walk of fame I ran into this pole. On the pole there was a poster that said they needed a waiter. I saw a great opportunity for a stable job.

I ran around town looking for the restaurant. When I finally got there I took another look at the poster to make sure I had the address right when I noticed the fine print said 18 and up age required. My heart fell now how I would find money to buy food. So with a disappointment in my heart I walked away from the restaurant. Since I was depressed I just looked at my wore down shoes I had on. Then I crashed into the well dressed elderly lady. "Sorry miss...I wasn’t looking" “its okay. My name is Joy. What about you?" My name is Estephany." She then asked me what I was doing and why I was alone and looked a mess. "Well I came on this expedition that I think will change my life. As they say you have to make or be the change you want to see." “I see. Do your parents know your here?" "No" “A youngster like you will die in this society. I bet you are hungry." "Yes I am but I have no money no job no house and no food." "How about you come with me and work as my maid. You will have a stable job food and house." “Thank you so much." So she took me to her car and told me that her house wasn’t that far away from here.

 It was a fifteen minute drive when we stared to pull up to this big white house that appeared to be a mansion. The garage we pulled into was like a mini house. We came out the car and I started to walk towards the front lawn which seemed to have its one garden and the walk path was a collage of rocks of many sizes and colors. The door was twice as big as me and the inside was an artistic piece of architecture. “Well here we are. I will show you to your room and you can take a shower and I will bring you some clothes that I think will fit you.” Once I got out of the shower this beautiful silk shirt was set on the bed and these nice pair of jeans that fit perfectly.

 I went downstairs to find Joy. I walked into a kitchen and saw her cooking. I went up to her and asked where her husband was and where the clothes were from. “My husband is no longer with us, he is now watching us from above and the clothes are from my daughter who is also watching over me.” “I’m so sorry to hear such a thing, but may I ask how they passed.” “It was September 4 when my husband, daughter and I were coming back from a road trip and we were tired. My husband was driving when a deer jumped right in front of the car and we crashed into a truck that was going at highway speed. My daughter and husband died on impact. I was just badly injured.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” “We are a wealthy family and well I don’t think I will live for that much and I don’t have anyone to leave my money to. I want you to have the money.” “ME!! Why me?” “You seem like a person that has ambition, so I want you to have the money and you can do what every you want with it.” “Do you like to travel?” “Yes I do.” “Well with the money I am going to buy a RV and we will hire a driver that will take us on a road trip.” “But I can’t leave the house alone.” “Yes you can just pack your stuff.” The next day we went to buy an RV and we hired a driver who was willing to drive us cross country. “Who would have thought that my life could change in such little time? I guess I was the change in my life and it had a wonderful impact on the life of another. I guess good things do come to those who wait.”