Lessons. Dreams. Goals. We have all had them. In fact, they are even in reading. Specifically, I recall “The inheritance of tools” by Scott R. Sanders and Annie Dillard’s story “The Chase.” Through their morals, these stories have shown me my life through a different pair of glasses.
Throughout my entire life my father has taught me a bountiful amount of lessons. Being a scrawny 12-year-old that could barely lift more than 50 pounds, my father put me to work by having me help him finish the basement. Through that time, there were many excruciating lessons, for instance, learning how to cut sheetrock, or how to measuring. I never worked a day in my life up until this moment and my father knew that I had no experience as well. So he first started
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Upon finishing, I looked at it and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Although, when my dad saw the finished product, he was left without words, telling me to put it up against the wall — only to show me that I cut the sheetrock upside down. He told me that I had to look at the end result before continuing with my actions, if I didn’t look into the future I would end up with a nasty result. In the same way, Sanders’ story “Tools” is one of inheritance, however, it is an inheritance of something far deeper. As Sanders recalls a moment when he was learning to use the hammer; his father tells him to “Look at the head, . . . Don’t look at your hands, don’t look at the hammer. Just look at the head of that nail and pretty soon you’ll learn to hit it square” (Sanders 215). Sanders has extraordinary value towards the hammer. Although of great value, this was not the only tool; Sanders tells us about the times he is in the garage with his father, how he learned to put pieces of wood together and begin to learn more and more about carpentry. The memories and lessons passed down from generations, surely, this put a different meaning to the word inheritance and the tools. The inheritance were the memories, the lessons, and the knowledge. …show more content…
He was my past science teacher, Algrim; he never aged, tall, with a partially bald head, and he had the most perfect structure a runner should have. After noticing me, he asked if I wanted to try out cross country and see if I’d like it, so I did. In fact, I fell in love with the sport. However, there were some issues; I had never done long distance in my entire life, that being said it was a painful procedure to get into shape. Constantly at work trying to get better, I was always getting tired faster than most people. I had no clue on to what the reason was, I even went the extra mile to see if there was wrong with me by going to a chiropractor. The chiropractor only found one small detail that makes a huge difference, I was flat footed. Of course I overreacted. I blamed my times on my feet time after time. Then, one day I came to the realization that I couldn’t accuse something that I was born with stop me. I pushed myself more than I ever had, I would run more than what I needed, I was determined. So when I read Dillard’s story “The Chase” it struck a nerve. When Dillard stated what all football players knew, “that you have to fling yourself at what you’re doing, you have to point yourself, forget yourself, aim, dive” (Dillard 85), this gave me a
“The Inheritance of Tools” by Scott Russell Sanders begins by describing how the author and his father were both doing carpentry work when the latter passed away, one on a house in Oklahoma, and the other on a bedroom wall in the bedroom of his own home. The moment before he gets the news, Sanders hits his thumb with a hammer, an accident which he links to the death of his father. He goes on to tell how the values of the family are passed generation to generation just as the tools and carpentry skills are, values which include absolute perfection when performing and completing any task and also taking pride in one’s work. After thinking through the death of his father, Sanders proceeds to his toolbox and takes a look at all of his freshly sharpened and oiled knives and chisels, suggesting to the reader that he may want to commit suicide, but he realizes that killing himself will not solve any of the problems he has. Sanders knows that the only realistic
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I turned from the computer to my dad. He proceeded to give me the same speech that he had given me so many times in middle school. But this time, I wasn't phased at all. Instead of defending myself, I respectfully listened. When he was done talking, I told him that living comfortably didn’t matter to me and that I wanted to work in a field that I truly loved and enjoyed. He was stunned. Later that week, I was working on homework one evening when he knocked on my bedroom door.
Ever since I was born we were considered a low income family where my mom attends to household needs and my dad is the only one who works. This brings up conflicts in the home in which both my parents burst out into arguments about money. My dad says he can’t afford to pay rent, at times, and tries to find ways out without losing everything he has worked for. As they argued, I thought to myself that maybe I should work to give my family a hand out of this situation. While they were arguing I interrupted them and told them what I thought, my dad grinned and said, “Focus on your education, be someone, create yourself a
Discuss the five principles of life course theory. The five principles of life course theory is to observe other lives. The approach focus on the history and future of individual lives. Studying this individual life, encounters more than just research, yet it helps to determine thinking patterns, behavior development, duration of his/her life, and different roles of the individual (Kotch, 2013)
The life course theory is a theory of “life progression” through time of birth to death. The life course epidemiology is considered to be the study of long-term biological, behavioral, and psychological developments that brings the link between adult and the potential of disease risk as a result of physical or social exposures proceeding from conception, during childhood, adolescence, early adulthood or through generations (Nickitas, Middaugh, & Aries, 2010). Essentialy, the theory stipulates that biological and social components interact with each other to produce health conditions during an individual’s lifetime (Nickitas, Middaugh & Aries, 2010).
Morrie Schwartz was an intelligent, interesting senior citizen that touched a lot of people, especially Mitch Albom. Morrie passed on a lot of his knowledge in the last few months of his life, due to amyotrophic lareral sclerosis (ALS). This paper will touch on Morrie's philosophy of life, what he says is important and valuable, and also the struggles and problems of life. I will also compare Morrie's message with other philosophies and also give my opinion about Morrie's theory of human nature and philosophy of life. Morrie's philosophy of life is full of many ideas and to better understand it it's easier to break it down into parts. One of the philosophies was to cherish family and to be more open about your
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My running career has impacted my character development immensely. I vividly remember a September morning at the peak of the cross country season. At 5:30am my body dragged itself out of bed against my brain's will; I pulled up to the track soon after. As planned, today would be a traditional long run, in which all of
All through life, we experience various occasions when decision-making become necessary. A number of them present themselves in difficult forms and at crucial points. Most of the verdict we take will eventually figure and describe our track of lives. These are what we refer to as lessons of life. Choices never present themselves in an easy way. In some instance we are always forced to pay a price to achieve something. This implies that we are trading for an outcome we are seeking.
Who knew that life lessons could come from a little brother? He forgave better than I did, even though He didn't realize it. I learned from him and myself that when you look through the day in someone else's point of view, it's easier to forgive.
in the course of our lives we will always have ups and downs, who have taught us many lessons, lessons are what shape us as people, helps us understand why things happen and give meaning to our lives.
I first began cross country with a heart full of bitterness and a mindset doomed for failure. I never knew that the thirty-five miles I would run and the twenty-five hours I would spend each week would turn into one of my most loved passions and one of my most hated obligations. In my naiveté, I conceived the foolish notion that I was prepared for the trek ahead, but I was wrong. Cross Country practices were complete torture as it was absolute pain and hard work. Every day at practice, I would taste the sweat that came pouring down from my forehead onto the top of my dry, chapped lips. I would feel the burning sensation in my sides and faced the feeling of my legs ready to give out underneath me. However, no matter how my body felt, I somehow kept going. Even if we ran in the bitter cold or faced the harsh elements, I just kept running. I have experienced pain beyond my comprehension, and the impossibility of surrendering to it. I have felt that inexcusable urge to quit, and the sensation of overcoming it. I have witnessed best friends collapse in exhaustion, and rivals surpass my personal record. I have dealt with
In life, there is always going to be times when you learn lessons when it’s too late for you to fix them and for me that always will happen. One lesson that I wished I had known back then would be to stick up for myself. Another would be that you shouldn’t care what others think of you. A big one that I wish I had known would be that someone out there has probably felt the same pain that I was going thought at that point in time so I should have told someone about my pain. These are only a few of the lessons I have learned but they have the deepest meaning to me.