In the novel The Outsiders, there are things motivating Dally, Johnny, and Ponyboy to save the children caught in the church fire. One piece of evidence that shows the motive of Ponyboy is “’I bet we started it,” I said to Johnny. ‘We must have dropped a lighted cigarette or something’” (Hinton 70). Ponyboy must’ve felt guilty that he may have caused the fire so he went to save the children in exchange for his mishap. Johnny’s motivation is similar to Ponyboy’s, except that “He looked like he was having the time of his life” (Hinton 71). Johnny seemed like he was actually enjoying saving the children. He possibly admired heroes and it was his chance to become one, so he went with Ponyboy. If Ponyboy didn’t go to save the children, Johnny probably
My dearest John, I know you may think that I don’t see goodness in you since the outcasting of Abigail, but I do John. I know I should forgive you. All I know John is that whatever you choose to do, It is a good man doing it. like there’s always has been, John, you. In these long months, I have thought long and hard John. I haven’t been the best wife, especially considering it got to the point where you committed lechery. That doesn’t mean you should take my sin upon yourself, It was a cold house I kept. Whatever you do, let no one be your judge. The only judge you need is the highest judge of all, which be in the heavens. You are the most good man I know John Proctor, forgive me. When I saw you refusing to let them hang your name on the
The Character Johnny is courageous because he helped his friends out through all the hard times. On top of that, he sacrificed his life for children while saving them in a burning church.
I woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself. Twenty minutes passed and I was off the bus heading to my locker when a old friend of mine approached me. She told me that my best friend (may I add my only friend) had called me a brat and said she didn’t want to
About five years ago while I was attending high school in the ninth grade, my teacher really exerted my classmates and I into reading novels, short stories and chapter books. We read books such as, Tuck Everlasting, The Outsiders and Frederick Douglas. Until this day, out of every book I have ever read in my so far, so short life time; The Outsiders was my all time favorite.
In the book 1984, written by George Orwell, the main character is Winston Smith. A simple, frail, skinny man, wanting to know what life was like before the revolution, and just to have a small taste of freedom. Is Winston a typical storybook hero? Or is he is something else, something better or worse? Throughout the book there are many instances which prove that he is more anti-hero than hero. The protagonist displays acts of heroism but is it enough to consider him a hero? Is Winston an anti-hero because he does not always show the complete signs or look the way that a typical hero would.
Mark Waid once said, "Heroism is heroism, regardless of the timeframe or the backdrop." In the novel, The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton, the focus is on two social groups. The Socs are the preppy and rich kids, and the greasers are the poor, trouble-making kids. Johnny Cade was a greaser. He had greasy dark hair, sad eyes, and was known as the "lost puppy". Johnny grew up in an abusive family and that made him scared and uneasy about certain situations. A hero is someone who puts others first, understands the needs and gives help to others, and is determined to help and succeed. Johnny is a hero, because of his qualities selflessness, empathy, and courage.
“He was a dead man with a mind that could still think. He knew all the answers that the dead knew and couldn't think about. He could speak for the dead because he was one of them. He was the first of all the soldiers who had died since the beginning of time, who still had a brain left to think with” (52). This quote expertly explains the story, a man left with nothing, he is only able to comprehend his current situation. He is forced to relive his past memories. He is unable to experience things as he once did, he is similar to a VHS constantly on rewind. In the story of Johnny Got his gun, The book focusses in on the life of a young man named Joe Bonham, who had suffered a horrifying tragedy when he was in fighting
The room is spinning. It’s hard to get a good look and what or even where the scene is taking place. Finally, the revolution ends on a face. Not a remarkable face. Just an average looking guy in his early twenties with a short brown fair and sad eyes. When the average guy speaks, a moderate Southern drawl tinges his voice.
Now that Alex’s [so far lifelong] disease has been cured, he is playing out side. Some of the boys his age were playing with some round object that Alex had never seen. He went to go sit near a tree, when he sat down he found one near him. He reached over to pick it up. Being the observer he is he wrote down in his, observation note book, some facts.
“I know that in writing the following pages I am divulging the great secret of my life, the secret which for some years I have guarded far more carefully than any of my earthly possessions; and it is a curious study to me to analyze the motives which prompt me to do it. I feel that I am led by the same impulse which forces the un-found-out criminal to take somebody into his confidence, although he knows that the act is likely, even almost certain, to lead to his undoing. I know that I am playing with fire, and I feel the thrill which accompanies that most fascinating pastime; and, back of it all, I think I find a sort of savage and diabolical desire to gather up all the little tragedies of my life, and turn them into a practical joke on society”
Right now I am on a plane headed to Europe. With me are Jack Hileman,John Shleinz,Grant Williams,Nathan Jolly,and David Beilin. We are almost over the Amazon,when the plane begins to shake then fall. Grant screamed, “What are we going to do?” Nathan shouted in response, “I don’t know you tell me wise guy.” I was thinking to myself that we were going to die. John comes over to me with a floatation device. John was resourceful like that. To save ourselves we all decided to jump out of the plane. When we were out of the plane we decided to swim to the Amazon for safety.
The only thing I could think about right then was how to tell Dally. I mean, Johnny knew that Dally didn’t listen to anyone, he was stubborn, and the fact that it had to do with Johnny made it even worst. But, as I sat down on my bed and starting thinking, I knew I had to do it. I thought to myself, “You know what? Who knows? It might turn out for the better and help Dally handle all this easier.” So I sat there, and started to think of the ways I could tell him. I could give him the note and let that be that, let him read it for himself and make out what he wanted to of it. But I knew that Dally would end up doing something crazy, so that wouldn’t work. I thought about maybe having the whole gang over and reading it to them all at one time.
I very rarely think in words at all. A thought prevails and I may try to express it in words afterwards, but the words are never there to begin with. But sometimes if I’m lucky, I can identify the thought bubble almost instantaneously with what I like to call “special transmitters”. You see, each thought shape has a different feel – sometimes the thoughts are quiet as a mouse, and sometimes it is loud and thunderous. Sometimes it sounds like it is close by, and sometimes it sounds further off.
These words came at me like a baseball being thrown at me at top speed. I was speechless. For the first time in my life I experienced a death that was unnatural, and unexpected. It wasn’t supposed to happen. My uncle was young, healthy, and had so much to live for and yet he was unfortunate enough to get into a car accident. Death never occurred to me as something I needed to worry about in my family, but I was facing reality at that moment.