.... thing I have held dear like the person in Living through Personal Crisis by Dr. Ann Kaiser Stearns who saved all the clothes of their loved one is a small crystal Easter egg that he gave to me one Easter. It is a symbol of his love, and my valuing it. Mostly, he showed his love through things and outings to plays and musical recitals. Those times were sometimes fun sometimes tedious. But today, I have come to enjoy these types of cultural events. They have helped to shape who I am today. How do you grieve someone you hardly knew, but who is supposed to mean so much?? I have postponed the grief some what through alcohol and drug use and avoidance. He did mean something to me ....

.... terrible life is treating her. She can be famous for saying “Nothing in life is fair,” or “This world sucks!” She is never satisfied until she has drank as much as she can and has informed half of the party of her problems. The best drunk known to man and this party was Fred Funny. Fred is the kind of drunk you want at every party. He has everyone on the floor, rolling in hysterics. He has people crying because they are laughing so hard. Fred likes to have an audience of at least five people. The group seems to grow as everyone hears what he is saying. Fred loves to tell jokes that he’s heard all week, and make wise cracks at the rest of the drunks. ....

.... in high school succeed in achieving a General Education Degree (GED) so that they may, too, further their horizons and expand their future. She helps many students who think that they cannot, think like The Little Engine that could and say, “I think I can.” Sacrificing to help others, she never put her own personal goals out of reach. While working two jobs, she has received her Bachelor of Science degree in counseling from Oakwood College and is just two semesters away from achieving one of her highest goals, which is to receive her Masters degree in Rehab Counseling. She continues to help out in her work force and even finds time to attend my extracurricular ac ....

.... To the left of the bottom of the staircase is the entrance to the living room. The furniture in the living room is made of black leather that catches the reflection of the burning fire in the fire place positioned in the center of the wall. At the end of the stairs you see a large wooden door, as you open it, you find yourself in a gigantic library. All of the books are placed in alphabetical order and contain most of the topics. To the left of the library there are countless doors on both sides of the hallway. Each door is the entrance to a room that is made for a specific theme. The themes would be based on my favorite movies, places, activities, etc. The third floor ....

.... spoke of lost lives, lost promises and lost dreams. As I looked down upon this huge burial sight, I thought about the squad rants of soldiers who inevitably lost their lives. What questions did they have about the war in which they were fighting? Was their country worth dying for? These questions will forever remain unanswered; however, their tombs will permanently remain to remind generation after generation that some things are worth fighting for. Upon arriving home from my trip to Washington D. C, I realized how lucky I am to have the opportunity to live and study freely in the United States. If it had not been for the many soldiers who fought to keep the United S ....

.... Thirty- forty calls a day answered the same way. At the end of the day I drove to my apartment, actually it was a room I rented with little kitchen privileges. I would set a bag of fast- food down on my dresser or bed and turn on the TV or radio. My small ceramic Christmas tree blinked on and off all night. I could hear other people in the house milling around or talking but I felt like an intruder if I joined in. My parents called once a week and I talked to my boyfriend everyday for awhile. A feeling of distance seemed to come between my parents and I. After the initial 'how are you' and the weather conditions at each location there just wasn't much to say. In ....

.... mind was instantly assaulted by an annoying sensation. A sensation that serves to remind one that he has forgotten to do one thing or another. Then, just after I had finished breaking fast, the sensation revealed its true purpose. I was told to travel to the chapel at the edge of the village; the same chapel which had haunted my slumber earlier. At this point madness must have surged through my blood for before I understood what was happening I found myself staring at the rickety old sign at the border of our town which read Melas. As I came nearer to the chapel I expected the tormenting sensation in my head to diminish. Alas, it did not. The truth is that the throbbi ....

.... fast as my Nike slippers could carry me down the stairs and outside into my front yard. I find the rest of my family there, along with my neighbors and their son, my best friend. I just stood there in horror with the rest of my family and friends. We had no idea what had happened. The next morning I really don't remember very clearly, but what I did was reading the news paper and coming across an article about a house burning down not to far from mine. I really didn't know what exactly to think at that time until it all clicked upstairs. The noise the night before had been the house burning down and the natural gas line exploding. Later in the article it said that our bloc ....