Eulogy

This is my story, this is how I died. My name is Abba Hitson and I am a Jew. I am 12 years old. I did live in Heidelberg Germany. Now I don’t live anywhere. It was January 30, 1933. World War II had not started yet. I was a normal boy who worked with my Dad in his boot making shop. Now I have nothing. My family, my friends, my home, all gone and so am I. All because of a man named Adolf Hitler. Hitler had started to take power in Central Europe and there was talk about him taking Jews -- my…

Description: Juan is a 27 year old Hispanic man who is a brother of a friend of mine. Juan currently lives in the city of Los Angeles with his wife and his 5-year-old daughter. Juan has been unemployed for about two years (although he has been working at his father’s body shop on and off for about eight months) due to being hit by a car while coming back from his job. His whole body was injured, and the most severe injury was to his head. It was about that time that his family started noticing…

I'm so proud of my mother. She's a strong woman, not physically but because of the many things she has been through but still remains a good person. She raised us most of the time specially when papa's away doing his job to provide us with everything we need. She never lied to us about money. She'd tell us if we have a little extra for what we want and she'd tell us when we're broke. She taught us to free our hearts from hatred and jealousy. To free our hearts from anger. She taught us to be…

I would get into the physcology of my audience by explaining to them my background of writing, reading and learning. I would explain to my audience detail by detail to make sure that they comprehend what I’m trying to explain. I would thank them since my grandmother motivated me to learn more and since my 10th grade English teacher tried to make me give up on reading and writing by constantly bringing me down. I imagine my primary audience being my grandmother. Reason being is because my…

(1) Walter loved animals. (2) He especially loved watching them in the forest near his Missouri Home. (3) Fascinated, the boy would spend endless hours in the woods, quietly and patiently observing. (4) As he watched he would sketch his observations. (5) By the time Walter was seven years old, everyone in the neighborhood knew about his drawings. (6) When he was a teenager, Walter discovered that he enjoyed entertaining people. (7) He would show them his art and sometimes even sell sketches to…

Dear Mr. Pathman, Thank you so much for taking the time to interview me last week. I was surprised by how much we had in common; not only did we both live on Collins third floor freshman year at Wake, but we also both have a passion for GI research! I appreciate you taking the time to tell me a bit about the medical school's housing system, and I hope that after our conversation, Hit the Bricks will be an event that will promote friendly competition between medical students while also…

From playing catch with me, teaching me how to ride a bike, so many boat rides with me telling him to go faster as grandma is telling him to slow down, but we don't listen as we ride that boat as fast as we can, laughing with big waves splashing us and laughing until our stomachs hurt and grandma is mad because we got her boat wet. From going really fast down the highway jamming out to music singing to ‘Word Up’ as loud as we can and countless shopping sprees and crazy moments with my Grandma.…

In a small residential community of Jefferson, Mississippi, there is a woman resides in the community named of Miss Emily Grierson. Emily seems to be a very strange woman to people in that community. She lived there for many years and never let anyone enter her home. The people in the community knew something strange about her because she was not the only person that lived in that house. She never had any one to come see her in years but she wasn't the only one in the house, she had her hireling…

The booms in the distance were not so distant anymore. The screeching whistles followed by an ear deafening blast, shot out across the smokey sky. Cowering in my home tears flood my eyes. Another thunderous bomb shakes the entire house breaking glass of counters and pictured memories crashing to the ground. The screams become a record that plays over and over in my mind. Legs trembling, heart ricocheting from my chest, I proceeded with adrenaline pumping through my veins. My little brother,…

Growing up with my dad being in the military was hard, we would spend a lot of time apart. He would fly overseas and or have an important business meeting or have something happening where he wasn’t at home. Sometimes he was not even allowed to contact us or even tell us where he was. It was very hard for me to understand why he was going or why he had to do certain things when I was younger. So let me tell you why this involves one of my favorite songs and my dad’s. Fly me to the Moon by Frank…