It was a sad time for the heart.” The boy struggled during in his life, and instead of taking the blame for his troubles he blamed it on his mother and his green jacket. This difficulty could relate back to something that happened in his childhood that affected him. The boy may have had a hard life experience that made him struggle and
He did this all while working 50+ hours per week. I picked up extra responsibilities around the house to help him through the two years, and believe he set a great example for me as well. All of this was wonderful, but I still didn’t believe in myself. I knew that I had a great support system in my immediate family, but they are my family. They love me, and I felt that they would support me no matter what.
“For the first time in years the tears were streaming down his face. But they were for himself now. He did not care about mouth and eyes and moving hands. He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back any more.
In enduring these complex emotions, this section was the most remarkable part. One of the first apparent emotions the boy experiences with the death of his father is loneliness to make this section memorable. The boy expresses this sentiment when he stays with his father described as, “When he came back he knelt beside his father and held his cold hand and said his name over and over again,” (McCarthy 281). The definition of loneliness is, “sadness because one has no friends or company.”
He watched his father die, his mom and sister got taken away from him, and he was just struggling. He didn't give up; he kept up a fight. In today's world dehumanizing can be connected with bullying. People bully other people and that person that's getting bullied feel like hurting themselves or killing themselves. They get bullied so bad or dehumanized so much that they run out of options.
Through these happenings he was able to become a morally sound and dynamic character. He had to go through depression, euphoria, a short period of misery and finally he reached a point where he was able to hope even through all of his difficulties. He was able to find that even though life might be tough, tight and a sometimes miserable that it’s doesn’t always have to be that. He was able to become a round dynamic character all his own. Nobody forced him to change, he might been pushed in the right direction but all of the adjustments were his to make through reflection and taking
To begin with, “the whole idea of it makes [him] feel like [he’s] coming down with something...” (1,2). He describes it as “a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul” (7). Though hyperbolic, his statement sums up his uneasiness with growing up. His melancholy is understandable as he thinks that the understanding that comes with growing up means letting go of that perfect and simple world that one has when they are a child.
He is now calm and collected, and no longer afraid, but rather almost broken. “The young woman’s face was drawn down in a shock and revealed at first nothing of friendliness. ‘We had a jeep parked somewhere, but I can't find it’ the boy said. ‘This is my father.’” He had carried his father all the way through the snowy creek, and to the man and woman's cabin.
He was abandoned and left alone. He wanted to be accepted by society, but he did not know that his appearance would cause others to be horrified. This alone was injustice. It is unfair to judge someone solely because of their appearance.
Moments later we got to the camp and we saw some people dead and some people crying. We go up to the people crying and they told us that the everyone was dead back at the ghetto. I felt my heart drop to my stomach, I fell on my knees and started balling my eyes out. I ran to the tent and Ethan tried to comfort me, but I was too busy thinking about my dad, if your wonder my mom left us when i was a baby so my dad took care of me. “Dezirae,” Ethan acknowledged.
I realized that it was a time of major change in our relationship. The past months I believed that I had been pulling all the weight by taking on a second job, taking over bills, errands, the household and my husband’s medical care, yet I was wrong. I had completely neglected my husband’s emotional needs. I started putting away work for an hour when I got home and I went out of my way to do small important things for him, which was a huge sacrifice of time for me.
I usually don’t want a long distance relationship but because of him I didn’t mind. That feeling when every time I pray to God, the first thing that I will say is “Lord, thank you for giving Him to me. I am so happy that I have him in my life.” I felt so happy and I thought that we will last forever. I used to think that love comes only to the right person, that what you feel for the person is so unique and you will never feel that feeling to another