It was a sweltering hot day in New York City. I bolt down the streets, sweat running down my face. I was going to be late, again. After Morrie passed away, Janine and I moved from Detroit to New York. She realized her true dream was to star on Broadway, and I followed along. I now work for The New York Times as their sports editor; I can’t complain the sports in New York are magnificent. I could not stand the heat anymore; I looked to my right and saw a Schmackarys. I ran in and got myself a maple bacon cookie and water and sat at the window. I suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice behind me “Well you don’t look very happy.” “Is that any of your business?” I conceitedly asked. I don’t know who this guy is; he has no reason to be telling …show more content…
What’s wrong?” he questioned. “I don’t even know you.” I muttered. “Come on, I will help you” he said sitting down right beside me. “It just that it’s freaking a million degrees out there and I was supposed to be at my wife Janine’s Broadway debut like thirty minutes ago. I already missed her off-Broadway debut and off-off Broadway debut.” I admitted. “Oh wow, I understand why you are so unhappy.” He replied. “Oh wow, thanks you totally helped.” I grunted. “How about you just get away from me?!” “I am going to help I promise.” he annoyingly said. “I saved a princess once, I can save anyone.” “Yea right.” I sneered. “I will prove it to you. Can you tell me what time the show started?” “It starts in five minutes. I won’t make it.” I cried. “Let’s do this” he screamed. We dashed out of the store, running towards time square. “So what show is you wife going to be …show more content…
I looked at the street that we ended up on and I saw at the Shubert Theatre a lit up marquee that said Tuesdays with Morrie. “We made it, you’re like my hero.” I said surprised. “I like to help people. I’m Wesley by the way.” he announced. “I’m Mitch!” I said while reaching for a handshake. “Do you want to come see the show? I owe you something.” “It would be my pleasure.” We walked into the theatre and sat down in our seats right before the show started. The overture started and I was intoxicated by Morrie’s words being told through music. In the middle of the first act I snapped out of my trance when the man who played Morrie suddenly stopped talking. The lights turned on and the show took a break. I looked to my left and saw that Wesley was gone. I went backstage to make sure that Janine was okay; I looked out onto the stage and saw Morrie giving CPR to the actor who played Morrie. “Wesley what are you doing?” I questioned. “I’m saving him, he has no pulse.” he declared. Everyone backstage looked terrified as Wesley tried his hardest to save the man’s life. When we were casting Morrie no one really captured what it was like to be dying. So we cast a person who was dying. I guess that was not the smartest
1. “I’ll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take it easy.”
The unkind culture of New York was irrelevant while he was in awe of the snow and towering buildings. The pure white snow gave off a new and exciting feeling for their new home and opportunities waiting for them. As he and his
The both of us, Nia and Yohancey went to go see Avenue Q; we were pleased with our choice on that show after you, professor Adler had spoken about it so much. We decided to go to the play on Wednesday, April 21st. It was the day of the Jesuit Court carnival so as soon as it ended at 5 we went to get showered dressed and catch the shuttle. We were on the way to the city by 5:30 so that we could figure out how to get our tickets for the show and at a cheap rate. I printed out tickets so that we could get cheaper seats but when we got to the path I realized I left it in my dorm; fortunately my mom works in the city so she printed it out for me. When we got into
She runs past the city park near her home; the streets aren’t too crowded, only a few pass by. As the morning cool air doesn’t bother her. Thinking of she has to be independent even work part-time within her full-time school. Every word she heard from the surrounding people, she never listened, because she believes that the death of her parents wasn’t that awful.
The doctor walks in saying, "She is not dead, she has activity in her brain and her heart is still pumping blood. She seems to be in a state of sleep. In other words a knockout."
Craig says, “It was nice meeting you two, I’m sure we can do more in the future.”
Please hurry, she’s hurt.” When Salvador arrived at the front of the car, Charles was bleeding from the head lying on the ground with one leg under the limousine and he didn’t respond. Now, certain Charles was dead, Salvador stumbled back towards Maria after only a few steps he passed out and fell against the limousine.
In the streets of Manhattan, Morrie struggled to find a job that would not involve exploiting others, such as his stepfather’s job in the fur business. Without a mother, Morrie had to live in the Connecticut Woods where there was a cabin full of a variety of families. It was quite a jovial location for Morrie, where the grass was green, and where poverty could not be seen. It seemed as if Morrie found the joy and adventure he was missing, but soon after,
Director favored him with a smile that warmed like sunshine. “See you later,” she spoke with an odd, stilted cadence. Then she turned to exit the break room, heading toward the corner office.
Sitting at his desk with the lamp turned down low, Ben watched the shadows flicker softly over Maggie's body lying in the bed across the room, the light casting her hair almost the perfect shade of gold.
“Good job, I’m proud of you.” Howie acknowledged Kevin, whilst he grabbed his hat to go work outside. Kevin smiled and opened the door. He left it ajar for his father, but took off down the street to go and get started on his new job with Cromwell shadowing him.
“Christy. Christ!” He said getting the woman's attention. “Whats wrong? What’s happened?” He was already getting out of bed and putting his pants on.
"Well, I'm afraid this time is partly my fault – I asked Merlin to make some deliveries for me a few days ago and he's not had any time. Even though I told him it was fine, you know what he's like. He was obviously feeling guilty for not getting them done … in fact, he almost said me as much this afternoon. And I'm sure the cold he caught didn't help any. It wouldn't have allowed him to slip into the deep, restful sleep that he so needs."
“Yeah but we’re not really talking, are we?” I gave him a look and he decided to explain, ”We’re making small talk. You don’t really say much about the important things. You haven’t spoken a word about yourself.”
“They were able to get the medic to him in time to save him. They had to restart his heart. He’s already received heart surgery to fix a blocked artery.” She said.