Community Lost Chapter 1 Summary

I was standing in front of a store doorway. Dressed in a brown shirt, a gun weaved in both hands and a straight face. I was only with my thoughts, which had made me reminisce about the past. I was thinking of the war. The day I was leaving I said goodbye to my wife and my children.

My Marauder Legacy The actions and behaviors a person does always have an effect on the surrounding people. It is up to the person to decide what type imprint he will have on others. Some people work passionately and diligently to be an example and a role model for other people who will come after. I am one of those people.

Has a parent ever been away on business? How did the house feel with out with? Lonely maybe even isolated. Did the remaining parent tried to bond with you? How did that feel?

I live in Linden and my community is small, but we are close to one another. We are a respectful town and show love to everyone. In 2012, our community was struck hard by Hurricane Sandy. Water flooded every house on my block up to the second floor, but mine. I thank God for allowing the water not to damage our house, but to think of the effect it had on all my neighbors is horrible and heartbreaking.

Shush Your Wien Draft one: Little Eaglet, ahh, nah this is not the essay for submitting who would even want to read it?! Draft two: The day of my death. Well this is beautifully written but not a great personal narrative Draft three:

My heart was briskly pumping. I have never been this fearful and apprehensive for anything in my life. The event that would transform my life forever was happening. This was the day I was going to move out of Florida When I was informed of the news at the beginning of the summer, I was unsure on how to react.

On August 29, 2005, my home was destroyed. Hurricane Katrina had made her arrival. I remember the howl of her rattling winds as I sat in my uncle’s house in Baton Rouge. I watched her violent tears fall from the darkened skies. Unbeknownst to me, the levees were bursting, filling my childhood home in St. Bernard Parish with over ten feet of water.

As my time in Pennsylvania is coming to an end, it is leaving me with a bittersweet taste in my mouth. I still stand by my decision to come back home, although I didn 't have to, and I am proud of myself for sticking it through. When I left over a year ago I left behind a lot of unresolved issues and as a person I was not fond of. I left fragments of friendships, a false entitlement, a whole boat load of drama, a drunken stupor, and tons of empty hopes and goals. I chose to come back to PA to tackle these things head on and right my wrongs, grow from my mistakes and, make amends with others and myself.

World war 2 was a phenomenon conflict that involved virtually every part of the world. It lasted for 6 years and 3 days (1939-1945). It was divided into two groups axis and allies. The 40,000,000–50,000,000 deaths incurred in World War II made it the bloodiest conflict, as well as the largest war, in history. 6 millions of those passings were the Jews who were murdered by the Nazis; this mass murder is called the Holocaust.

Duration: 352 pages Publisher: Little, Brown and Company Date: 2007 Inspired by a collection of photographs in a book by William Dendy called 'Lost Toronto ' (Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, 1993). - - - Inwardly, I particularly admire authorship (s) who gravitates to a core of a bygone era; I find deep-rooted factual analogies comforting, on par to wearing old slippers. Ye-s, I was seeking consolation in Redhill 's book - although, in this case 'Consolation ' sufficed for a millisecond; a large part of the millisecond was curiosity... thankfully, I 'm no feline. The term: consolation implies warmth, comfort - ideal, after a hard day 's graft; from the off, I cradled my stomach in anguish as I struggled through Redhill 's digressions,