First, my eldest son, Biff, ignores and lies to me then Happy left me at the restaurant with some lousy waiter name Stanley, who apparently thinks he is too good for my money and now my wife ignores me. What 's a great way to end my life? Speaking of my life, it 's a tragedy , I want to cry for myself and all those misfortunes I had to endure. How much can an old grumpy man take? Let 's go back in time and start this story with my successful and geographically poor brother Ben.
I am sorry… it wasn't my fault ” in a depressing tone it was something I never knew my voice could do he said “ I don't want to hear it whatever what is done is done we can move on until you become mature” I didn't say anything else I just dropped it I could not argue with him I know I would lose and l would be in worse trouble than what I already was in. I knew from that moment I had to make an oath with myself about how I will not tell anything that happened on July eight in two thousand and
I was that girl that was friends with everyone. Not because I felt like I had to, but because I 've generally always had an interest in learning about people who were raised differently than I. More time than I could count I was asked "Why do you hang out with them? They 're so weird." This question always frustrated me because it didn 't make sense.
Although romanticized, tuberculosis was not as beautiful as it seemed; many people infected with tuberculosis died painful deaths. Cancer is also not always painful. Some cancer patients pass away feeling little pain or discomfort. Both diseases have misconceptions about them. The reason these misconceptions exist is because both diseases have been associated with death (Sontag 18).
After he gambled and won back the money, I found it slightly charming that he assured her they were going to live off of his money alone. Although I do not think he needed to lose the money or risk his life gambling, I thought it showed a better character when he insisted that he did not want her money. In this chapter, I was slightly confused when I read the line, “It was hard to love a woman who made you feel wishful” (p. 116). I don’t understand what this meant because in my opinion, wishful makes me think it would make you want to love someone.
I was angry at him for always making that a constant reminder. I went a week without speaking to him. He would send me messages and would call and I wouldn’t respond. I was sick of it. Here is where the RESPONDING WITH FORGIVENESS comes in.
How could I have treated him like that? He is dying! How could I have yelled at him? Am I turning into my father? After slowly erasing all of the thoughts out of my head, the one thought that remained was that my father was dying.