Haitian Bridge Scenario

To conclude I’ve been blessed to experience two different countries, although it wasn’t easy I’ve learned from both, while daily life in America/Miami is much different than in Haiti, there are many similarities as well. Underneath all of our cultural differences, the same heart still beats. Food must be eaten, clean water must be drank. Everyone must sleep at night, and wake up to a bright new day. Spending time with family and friends is at the center of the lives of both Americans and Haitians. With all of our differences, we are all simply human beings living a life on planet

Ten miles up from the navigation lock, they thought the sediments were firmer so they dug into a piece of dry ground and built what looked like an incongruous, waterless bridge. Five hundred and sixty-six feet long, it stood parallel to the Mississippi and about a thousand yards back from the water: between its abutments were ten piers, framing eleven gates that could be lifted or dropped, opened or shut like

A picture of where exactly the bridge is located can be found in appendix A. Aside from the year it was built, not much else is known about the bridge yet if the legends are consulted

In the novel Bless Me, Ultima, by Rudolfo Anaya, the bridge is the structure that connects Antonio’s house to the rest of the town, symbolizing the road that connects safety and danger. One way the bridge is shown as a connection between the safety of Antonio’s home and danger of town is when Lupito is murdered, as shown when Anaya writes, “Many shots found their mark. I saw Lupito lifted off his feet and hurled backward by the bullets. But he got up and ran limping and crying towards the bank where I lay.” (24) This quote shows how once Antonio passes or is on the bridge, the safety of home will not protect him anymore. In the novel the bridge is a structure going over the river that connects Antonio’s house to the rest of the town, this

In the small town of Waco, Texas who would have thought it was once well known for the structure of a bridge, the Waco Suspension Bridge to be exact. Up until 1870, the Brazos River was just a simple river that had no special meaning to it. The land around it was empty, occasionally you would find cattlemen pushing their cattle across stream, but that was only because you could not find one bridge that spanned the eight hundred miles of river flowing through Central Texas. This caused a serious transportation issue for merchants and travelers. It became clear that a better means of crossing the river was necessary.

The metaphor of the bridge described the author’s parents’ marriage. Her northern mother and her southern father were so different, that this was was the cause of their rift, and as time passed they began to fill the gap with a bridge. The bridge connecting the two was Arana Marie . The author writes “ hoping against hope, throwing a frail span over the divide, trying to bolt beams into sand...There is a fundamental rift between North and South America, a flaw so deep it is

Have you ever wondered what is the central american land bridge. The Central American Landbridge in a land bridge that helped the Ancient people travel from what is now Panama ,and Costa Rica At the time,

In the middle of nowhere, in that vast expanse of trees, lies The Bridge. Nobody knows it as any other name. It stretches across the Dead River, just sitting there waiting for someone new to find it. At one time it was driven over constantly, a way of travel for the inhabitants who are crazy enough to live out there. But now it is just there, a giant chunk of metal, rusting away into nothing. Occasionally it is used for things like fishing, or as a

The report debates the Tacoma narrows bridge failure and the different theories of how it came about, using information about what type of bridge it is and the forces acting on it before and during the collapse. It also discusses ways in which the failure could have been avoided, from changes in the design to modifications to the bridge after its construction.

In the novel, The Bridge of San Luis Rey by Thornton Wilder, the bridge of San Luis Rey had collapsed with 5 individuals walking across, whom were killed in the fatal accident. When Brother Juniper, a friar, heard of the awful news about the bridge and 5 individuals, he asked “Is our fate random or is it planned and controlled by some higher power?” Before the accident, “Tidal waves were continually washing away cities; earthquakes arrived every week and towers fell upon good men and women all the time. Diseases were forever flitting in and out of the provinces and old age carried away some of the most admirable citizens.”(Wilder 6). Peru had many issues with natural causes and this could’ve caused the bridge to weaken and collapse in the time

Seeing a kid who will hold a gun before they hold their first book. Seeing a teenager my age injecting himself with heroin instead of injecting himself with knowledge. Seeing an elderly person who, when looking back at their life, will remember nothing but memories of misery. These things can't be read in a book or seen on a television. The truth is, you will never understand what people are truly going through until the day you look at them in the eyes. With members of my team, I worked tirelessly to build a home for a man named Serafin who no longer had a roof to live under in the slum. It was both the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, and the most rewarding. Serafin now had a home where he and his family could live in, and I had a new set of eyes to look at the world through. Later that day, I experienced what life was on the other side of the spectrum. Ironically enough, hours after being in Ciudad Bolivar, I found myself at a family wedding in one of Colombia's most luxurious country clubs. Most people were wearing articles of clothing and accessories that individually were worth more than everything a person in Ciudad Bolivar would own in their

bridges: the Vasco da Gama bridge in Lisbon (Portugal) and the Rion-Antirion bridge, near Patras

While on a volunteer trip to Haiti, my team and I accomplished several projects. Our projects included retrieving and transporting clean water to homes and completing road construction. The road construction project was of particular importance because of the road’s location. Many Haitian families lived on this road and it’s uneven terrain made it exceedingly difficult to maneuver during the rainy season. As a team, we received full autonomy to successfully execute the project and complete our goal.

This kind was the type that would raise and lower to allow ships through for ports and such. And it’s only just my luck that the bridge was left in the raised position and the controls were on the other side. I went into a nearby building, moving cautiously and quietly to hear any footsteps. One creaky board and all of them were on my case in a matter of two seconds. After the building was cleared, I got to the rooftop, jumped the tiny gap to the next, Now the issue was reaching the bridge… my choice was either a dangerous trip all the way around to the other side, or a potentially dangerous jump that could end it right now. Without thinking too much, I walked back, ran as hard as I could, and launched myself through. It was very anxiety inducing. I barely caught the railing. I sat there for a couple seconds, started swaying then swung my feet over, crawled under the railing, and caught my breath. Taking the risk paid off. Afterwards I took a rather leisurely stroll down the bridge. Although it was creaking a lot in the wind. I made my way to the control panel on the other side. This time, it wouldn’t be so easy. The bridge had to be lowered, since jumping was definitely not a possibility. I opened the control box, and after a few minutes found the switch. The bridge started lowering and the roar of the generator definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed. As soon as it got kind of close, I hurdled over the edge of the gate, and sought out the height advantage. Being on level ground would give me a huge disadvantage against their numbers. I found a scaffolding leading to the roof of another building. Surely enough, it didn’t even take a minute for a massive horde to form, and they all saw me. I must’ve been stuck there for at least an hour, beating down the ones that went up. Eventually, it was clear enough to walk down. Back on the road again. Eventually the city streets which were flushed out from the generator uprising,

In 1919, a study was begun to see if it would be possible to build a bridge across the Golden Gate. Michael O’Shaughnessy was the San Francisco city engineer. He was in charge of the rebuilding of the city after the devastating 1906 earthquake that destroyed much of the city. O’Shaughnessy knew the need for the city to have bridges. Most said it could not be done and others said it could be done but “it would cost about $100 million to build it” (Barter 23). O’Shaughnessy and Strauss, both wanting the same thing, got together. After the two consulted, they figured the only way to bridge the channel was to use a suspension bridge.