...Why, but why should I bless Him? In every fiber, I rebelled. Because He had had thousands of children burned in his pits? Because He kept six crematories working night and day, on Sundays and feast days? Because on His great might, He had created Auschwitz, Bierkenau, Buna, and so many factories of death" (64)? "So much has happened within such a few hours that I had lost all sense of time. When had we left our houses? And the ghetto? And the train? Was it only a week? One night- one single night" (34)? "I did not fast, mainly to please my father, who had forbidden me to do so. But further, there was no longer any reason why I should fast. I no longer accepted God's silence. As I swallowed my bowl of soup, I saw in the gesture an act of rebellion and protest against Him" (66). "Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never" (32). "To hang a...
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..."Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. Never shall I forget those flames, which consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments, which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never" (Elie Wiesel, holocaust survivor). The Holocaust. Just thinking about...
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...November 30th 2012, 21:08 I remember all the times where you and I would merge into one another. We would move in and out and through so freely and unconditionally. I was you, and you were me. That's what we were, we were eachother, just one power with the ability to control two. You see, that's what you did to me, you controlled me and you still control my thoughts and capture them just like you used to. There is no love lost between you and I, but that's about all that remains. We could have been one, but together we are dead, apart, we are able to fly freely just like we never could when I had you and you had me. I think of all we were and dream of all we could have been. People always say that some things you never get over. All this time, I wondered, how could something be so powerful? So powerful that it is never overcome? But now I know, only now do I know how it feels to be trapped by a power stronger than you could ever be. Addiction happens sooner than you can say it, but it's not just an addiction, it is a never ending desire for fulfilment, a fulfilment that can only be achieved if you take one too many pills, put too much pressure on the blade, an addiction eats away at you. It leaves you with nothing but everything you once had left in tatters beneath you. Maybe I'd never fully understand it, but maybe I didn't want to. My understanding is enough and it will always be enough for me. I don't know why the thought of you being with anyone or even happy...
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...“I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation.” This quote, said by Eliezer Wiesel, exemplifies one of the many ways Eliezer has changed from the book Night. Night revolves around Eliezer and his father, and the long, dreadful journey they had from being in multiple concentration camps, from Birkenau to Buna to Auschwitz. From this experience, Eliezer has changed dramatically in many different ways. He has transformed into a new person by realizing and understanding that human suffering exists, and he has also become a lot less faithful. The first way Eliezer has changed is by realizing that the world is cruel, and that human suffering exists. When Eliezer first arrived at Birkenau, he saw...
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...a hot June summer day. I could feel the warmth from the sun on my face as I stood in my room looking out the window watching all the other kids riding their bikes. I felt like I was the only Kid in the world who did not have a bike. I grew up in Brooklyn, New York, where there was not anywhere to ride a bike, so I never learned. When I was ten, we moved to Tampa Florida to an apartment complex and all the kids were riding bikes. Many kids don’t remember how they learned to ride a bike but, for me it was a day I will never forget. I ran down the stairs, passed the kitchen, jumped over Lady, who was our germen shepherd. She was so old that she never moved. Then I suddenly stopped as I approached my parents who were on the couch watching T.V. I sat down in the living room chair, for what seemed like forever before a commercial came on. Then I thought for a moment, how I could ask them for a bike, but my mind went blank. I just suddenly said in a loud quick voice,” Can I have a bike! I really want to learn how to ride one, and I’m almost eleven.” Then my dad said in a deep voice,” I’ll think about it.” I had a birthday coming up that next week and I was hoping that I would get my first bike. I mentioned it every day in hope that they would not forget. A few days later my parents and I were out for the day when we stopped at a yard sale, it was there I saw my first bike. It was a rusty bike with a big yellow banana seat, it certainly wasn’t impressive, but I knew it would be all...
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...crazy times..." A million memories... A thousand secrets... A hundred inside jokes... One reason... Best friends Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, its about learning to dance in the rain." “Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today." "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away." We are never given dreams without also being given the power to make them come true. Are we not like two volumes of one book? My best friend is the someone who brings out the best of me. A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. A true friend is someone who holds who up when you’re down. A good friend sees the first tear, catches the second and stops the third the reason we’re not sisters, is because our parents couldn’t handle us if we were sisters. you're such an important part of my life you are my companion, my twin, my best friend If you love something, set it free if it comes back, it was meant to be. If it continues to fly, let it soar, have faith that God has something better in store. Sometimes I wish I had never met you because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there. "If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it dosent, then it was never meant to be." In a perfect world, when he's with her, he would be wishing he was with...
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...Conflict and Assimilation in the Loss of Identity: Resisting migratory/alien borderlines Every day people battle themselves over the internal and external conflicts of their lives. In the case of Richard Rhodes, the author of, “Battle for My Body” it's both, an internal battle over his individuality, and battling his greatest enemy. Rhodes’s mother died when he was every young, and his father had to make hard choices for his four boys. He shipped the two eldest sons to family relatives while he kept the two youngest, including Rhodes, and they traveled from boarding home to boarding home. His father met a woman named Anne in a desperate attempt to create a stable household. From that day forth the war had started. His new stepmother beat,...
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...Never Forget Darkness and sorrow thrived during the Holocaust as the world experienced events that had taken place when the power was given under false pretences to a cruel person. The tragic and terrifying event continually haunts the world today. Elie Wiesel, the author of Night, describes his terrible sightings during the Holocaust. He was fifteen when his family, along with himself, arrived at Auschwitz, a death camp. Elie was separated from his mother and three sisters, but remained with his father. In Night, Elie Wiesel uses foreshadowing, symbolism, and tone to portray the inhumane conditions that occurred during his experiences and the ripple effect of harm it caused. Elie uses foreshadowing to hint that something terrible is coming. “Moishe was not the same. The joy in his eyes was gone. He spoke only of what he had seen. But people not only refused to believe his tales, they refused to listen. Some even insinuated that he only wanted their pity, that he was imagining things” (7). Moishe has seen what was hurdling towards them. He had already lived through it. The...
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...hands and overhead the sun as a compass needle. Welcoming of tourist groups and organizations holds back the true first impression of the city. How many places will not been discovered - the festival or hidden waterfalls, by traveling together with the tourist groups from point A to point B, and left without the landscape behind the car window. The best way to travel is alone. Standing alone on the dusty platform, I fill my lungs with the smell of a strange city perfumes. My map is adjusted to the north. Once the first steps are taken in a strange land, it becomes yours. I will never forget the days-long train trip to Omsk (Russia), when I woke up in the morning in my tiny cabin and I know – few more days to travel, I am not leaving train today, have to keep myself busy with anything that is around me. I will never forget the old Indian woman in New Mexico at the Red Cliffs selling turquoise jewelry. I will never forget wandering through Paris when early in the morning after waking up, after six hours founding myself close to the Eiffel Tower. Only then I realized that I cannot go to it, because it seemed that all my blood was in my foot and my head...
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...David Williamson Ms. J. Aguilar English 1301 September 9,2014 The Day I Met Him A month ago I was put in a situation I never thought would come my way, I met my father. He had flown to Dallas to see me before my football season would start. That day was one I will never forget and never intend to forget. It was full of new experiences and an assurance that my father had acknowledged my existence, though I knew I had many doubts. “Klunk” The trunk closes as I take my father’s luggage out of the car. The summer morning was dreary with clouds and the air was damp, like a day will be in the heat of Texas. I had been looking forward to this day for 16 years. But as the day started, the realization that a man who hasn’t made an effort to see me since the day I was born is going to meet me finally, sunk in. I realized that we were both just children on the first day of school to each other, quiet and shy. We had finally left the airport and my mind had a million things running through it, but all I could mutter to my father was “Nice day today”. The awkwardness was oozing through the both of us, like soap from a sponge. After about 10 minutes of driving through downtown Dallas, my father finally muttered out “I guess you are wondering where I have been all this time”. “Well kind of” I replied, lying through my teeth. I did not want to admit the constant wonder I had of him, the overbearing curiosity of why he left, why he didn’t keep in touch, and why he avoided contact...
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...Journey A trip I will never forget, will my trip to Paris in 2012. Imagine a boy with 16 years old, that his parents gave the opportunity to go to the old continent, alone. This trip will ever a dream come true. I was so happy and excited to go to France I did my suitcase, weeks before leaving the country. The feel of knowing that I was going to spend one month without the responsibility of telling at what time I arrived home to my parents was something incredible. The catch behind this amazing trip, was that I had to attend to French classes, from Monday to Friday, from 9:00-12:00pm, and I didn’t see this so complicated. My journey began on July 26, 2012, taking a night flight from Santo Domingo to Paris. That flight was one of the worst of my life, the feeling of being in the middle of two people who don’t know for more than eight hours, was something that irritated me and made me feel uncomfortable. Even though I had a bad flight, my welcome to the city of lights wasn’t pleasant, the cold it was killing me since I left the airport. But I have to admit something, since taking on the bus, I could immediately see the beauty of a city that I never thought of visiting, the order of society and the traffic is something worth to see, green areas were almost completely clean and you could say that the word“trash”didn’t exist. In a month, a lot of things can be done. But there are some things that you can’t miss if you're in Paris, so from my first week I started to visit...
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...casey - I don't even know where to start. these past 6 months with you have been the best 6 months I have ever fucking had. you are the most gentle delightful human being I have ever met and I could write books about how you make me feel. you have done so much for me, I don't know how I could ever repay you for any of it. my favorite part about being with you is the memories we have and the ones we make, the things we learn from arguments and mistakes we make. we went from being best friends who bitched about everything to each other, best friends that talked about everything, to becoming this, which is a big ass leap from where we were from the start. I never knew I would fall this much in love with you, or anyone really, I didn't really...
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...Childhood” stage in which every child starts his journey from primary school. In primary school where child learn new skills and they are able to make friends. Last stage of childhood is “Adolescence”, In simple words we can say that a duration in which a young person grow from a child into an adult. The day gone is gone forever. Only memories remain in human mind. These memories make cry sometimes and make laugh sometimes. Nevertheless, we never can cut out them from life. For that reason, childhood memories are the sweetest in man’s life. I have also some childhood memories in my life. Childhood memories are the sweetest time of human mind. My childhood memories are not les sweet. Nobody can forget his/her childhood memories whether pleasant or painful. I can still remember my childhood very much. I was born in Angeles City where I passed my childhood. Many things happened in my childhood days, but I cannot remember all of them. My father was a self-employed. Ours was a simple house where I lived happily in the midst of my parents. I was the eldest. There was another member in my family. She is my grandmother. She was very affectionate. She loved me most. Nevertheless, I am lucky to have them in my life. There is a ground in front of our house. Paddy and other crops are grown in the ground. The golden color...
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...imagined could have taken place a few minutes when someone’s past deeds cause an unfortunate event to happen. The story starts when Willis returns to San Fernando after two years in prison for fatally injuring Cyril and leaving him cripple. Willis hoped that the people of San Fernando had forgotten and forgiven his past self; however they had not. When he returned he was confronted by Little John who was enraged at him for what he had done to Cyril. Willis had no choice to try and defend himself from Little John. This made him the killer he was once; reliving his past. The author’s message is clearly showing that no one can escape from his or her past. This happens in reality each and every day. I can relate to Anthony’s message extensively. I was not always a Christian. In my younger days I use to be a very rebellious person, who would fight a lot and even curse out my parents. I went to a youth camp and the pastor’s message touched me. I no longer wanted to be the impure person I was. I wanted a change and a new mind set, but sadly, change does not come that easy. My past was still there, waiting to be dug up somehow. People who I had hurt still remembered me. They did not believe that a person can change so easily. One day I was walking from school and I was confronted by a young girl’s mother, who had supposedly committed suicide because of me. Her mother was frantic and attacked me. The police even had to pry her off of me. This is proof that a person can never get away...
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...I want to thank everyone for being here today. The whole Smith family is grateful for your thoughts and prayers. I have been preparing for this day for about 20 years. I thought my father was going to die 20 years ago. He had a heart attack. His brother had died in his 60’s of a heart attack and his father had died of a heart attack in his 60’s. My father was 61, not a good record. So I cherished every day I had with him these last twenty years. To make it another 20 years is truly remarkable. We owe that mostly to two things: my mother and his grandchildren. My mom and dad were married almost 49 years, another pretty remarkable thing. I will never, ever forget how well my mother took care of my father. As with everything in our house, she was in charge of his health, thank god. Thank you mom for all you did. My father loved his grandchildren. Every single time I spoke to him he would say, how’s the baby. In the last couple of years I would say what baby? He would say you know who I’m talking about. I would say dad she’s ten. I said to him one day you treat your grandchildren better than your own children, he said that‘s because I had to raise you! My father could be brutally honest. My father’s happiest days were having everyone at his house, all his children and grand children. Many a birthday or anniversary we were all in my parent’s backyard having a great time. One of the great memories I have is being at my cousin Michele’s wedding last summer....
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