Virtue/Vice Essay
What are a virtue and a vice? What are yours? A virtue is a conformity of one 's life and conducts to moral and ethical principles. Vice is an immoral or evil habit or practice. We have the good and the bad. A personal virtue I’m extremely advanced in is courageousness. I am one of the most courageous women I know. I’ve been through hell and back and through the ringer. I’m going to give you some insight and elaborate on why I believe I’m one of the most courageous people I know.
To be courageous is to be brave. What do you think of when you hear the word courage? Soldiers and their families defending the freedom of the United States of America? The police, firefighters and citizens who rushed into buildings to save lives …show more content…
She’s gone! Mom is dead!” At that moment my heart sunk into my chest and I was in a state of shock. I lost it. I was punching walls screaming to the top of my lungs. I ran downstairs and told my friend I had to leave my mom died. I told her to sit with Benson and I would be back.
I was driving over there balling my eyes out praying that this was all a misunderstanding. Reality hit me once I got onto her street and seen all the flashing lights. I pulled into her yard like a maniac. I didn’t care if there was police there or not. I ran up to the house where my brother was standing in the door way telling me “sis you don’t want to see her like this.” All I remember saying was to get out of the way I wanted to see my mother. He tried hugging me as I was walking in. I pushed him off me ran to her bedroom door and there she was. Laying there. My mother’s lifeless body. She was hanging off the side of her bed. Skin so cold and pale. I went crazy and started hitting myself thinking I would wake up from this nightmare, but I …show more content…
The neighbors 3 houses down heard me and came to console me. I stood up about to walk back into the house and they said to stand back. They walked my mother out of the door in a black body bag like it was nothing. That was my mom and I was 24 years old without a mom. Who could I console in now? Who was going to have my back if I ever fell short? My son no longer had his grandma!
Days after my mother’s death I was the person who had to pick out what she wore, how her hair was and the poem and picture for her funeral. I had to gather all the photos and take them to the morgue. I shouldn’t have been doing this at the age of 24. My brother was on his way home from his honey moon when he got the call. So when he got back from Alabama I went with him to see my mother the day before the funeral.
When he lost it I did too. We only had each other now. I ended up writing a eulogy for my mother. My oldest brother did too. It was the hardest time of my life talking in front of a bunch of people telling them the great times and amazing things about her that I’ll never get to experience again. I tried my hardest to stay strong for her. Memories are all I have of her now alone with a few
What are a virtue and a vice? What are yours? A virtue is a conformity of one 's life and conducts to moral and ethical principles. Vice is an immoral or evil habit or practice. We have the good and the bad. A personal virtue I’m extremely advanced in is courageousness. I am one of the most courageous women I know. I’ve been through hell and back and through the ringer. I’m going to give you some insight and elaborate on why I believe I’m one of the most courageous people I know.
To be courageous is to be brave. What do you think of when you hear the word courage? Soldiers and their families defending the freedom of the United States of America? The police, firefighters and citizens who rushed into buildings to save lives …show more content…
She’s gone! Mom is dead!” At that moment my heart sunk into my chest and I was in a state of shock. I lost it. I was punching walls screaming to the top of my lungs. I ran downstairs and told my friend I had to leave my mom died. I told her to sit with Benson and I would be back.
I was driving over there balling my eyes out praying that this was all a misunderstanding. Reality hit me once I got onto her street and seen all the flashing lights. I pulled into her yard like a maniac. I didn’t care if there was police there or not. I ran up to the house where my brother was standing in the door way telling me “sis you don’t want to see her like this.” All I remember saying was to get out of the way I wanted to see my mother. He tried hugging me as I was walking in. I pushed him off me ran to her bedroom door and there she was. Laying there. My mother’s lifeless body. She was hanging off the side of her bed. Skin so cold and pale. I went crazy and started hitting myself thinking I would wake up from this nightmare, but I …show more content…
The neighbors 3 houses down heard me and came to console me. I stood up about to walk back into the house and they said to stand back. They walked my mother out of the door in a black body bag like it was nothing. That was my mom and I was 24 years old without a mom. Who could I console in now? Who was going to have my back if I ever fell short? My son no longer had his grandma!
Days after my mother’s death I was the person who had to pick out what she wore, how her hair was and the poem and picture for her funeral. I had to gather all the photos and take them to the morgue. I shouldn’t have been doing this at the age of 24. My brother was on his way home from his honey moon when he got the call. So when he got back from Alabama I went with him to see my mother the day before the funeral.
When he lost it I did too. We only had each other now. I ended up writing a eulogy for my mother. My oldest brother did too. It was the hardest time of my life talking in front of a bunch of people telling them the great times and amazing things about her that I’ll never get to experience again. I tried my hardest to stay strong for her. Memories are all I have of her now alone with a few