Pfleming Research Paper

Another critical moment in my life that changed me forever occurred in August of 2001. At the peak of hurricane season, Louisiana was terribly affected by Hurricane Katrina. Katrina devastated millions of people across the south. For the first time in my life I got to experience what it felt like to be homeless. I had lost everything! And even though it was not much, it still mattered. There were several moments when I prayed and wished that my father could be there. No child, my age should have to go through with what I did. In hopes to find assistance, my mother left me and my siblings with my grandmother for a few months. These months were terrifying. I remember crying several nights

A lot of courage is needed to revolt against a dictator and risk one's life, and possibly other's lives for a country. In the novel, In the Time of the Butterflies, by Julia Alvarez, Minerva Mirabal (one of 4 sisters in the story) shows a lot of courage by standing up against her country's leader, Rafael Trujillo, and for what is right, risking her and her family's lives. She performs in front of him, while knowing his secret, that he is a horrible dictator that abuses his power, she slaps him at a party and them leaves, which is illegal, and she protects her sisters with her life. It takes courage, guts, and bravery, to fight for what you believe in, and the events in this story show these traits.

I vividly remember when my whole life shattered into pieces when my perfect life was no longer perfect. It all started when my mom had started having mental problems, it was like a pitch-black cloud rolled in without warning. I thought my life would never be the same, always thinking that my mom would never get better, but I was wrong.

In recent days I had the opportunity to go back to North Carolina for a few short days. There, with a heavy heart from a loss in the family, I had nothing else to look towards. I’ve always heard of individuals finding peace, faith, blessings, and love of Christ from attending church. I’ve never been a person who put their faith into a higher power. As I was growing up my parents never wanted to force me into any religion without me knowing everything about it and choosing which route to take on my own. As the years treaded on, I never bothered myself to learn about the many different religions and what each stands for. So I used this opportunity as mine to attend church for the very first time. I attended the Roman Catholic services held

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

I can still remember getting back from school one day and asking my mom “where’s dad?” Finding out that my dad was in prison was really hard for me especially because I was at the age of 9 where I didn’t fully understand what was going on. I remember my mom telling me that “everything will be ok as long as we pray we will get through this together”. I was unaware of the physical and mental struggles that I was gonna have to endure with him being gone. Life got really hard for me, it felt like my world had just been crushed.

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

Born and raised in Marion, Iowa and into an evangelical church, my parents “Baby Dedicated” my life to christ. At age 5 my family moved to New Covenant Bible Church. When I was young I didn't think much of church, it was just something you did and was merely going through the motions. But when I hit middle school my parents made me go to church every Wednesday and Sunday. Key phrase, made me. At this point in my life I didn't like church, at all. As I grew older, I wanted to be at church less and less. And I dreaded going every time Sunday morning rolled around. I had the mindset that the world had more to offer me than Christ did. And so I made excuses and put up fights and soon I rarely went to church. My family went but I stayed

Well, I was at my friend's birthday party, I wasn't expecting any news from my mom but I got some. When I heard that my sister Isabelle was going into custody with her dad, it was one of the hardest and unforgetting moments of my life. My mom was right beside me crying her eyes out and I couldn't blame her. I came home one day to see my Grandma on the deck crying, she had said “we lost our sister”, it was one part of my depression threw the weeks.

The topic I chose to do my final project on is hurricanes. The reason I chose hurricanes is because after Hurricane Sandy hit my town and the surrounding towns around me, I wanted to learn and gain more knowledge as to why and how hurricanes occur. I also researched previous hurricanes that occurred back in the 1900’s and I couldn’t believe the damage that was done and the fatalities that were caused even back then. I am first going to discuss the background of hurricanes such as the formation and dissipation of hurricanes, how hurricanes are named, and the damage that they leave behind.

August 30th 2004. I can’t quite remember the day exactly... it was as one would call it a blur. The day my dad died was a moment of my life that would change my path forever. As a child it was hard to remember quite what happened that day. Even now I have a hard time thinking back and trying to remember that day. It didn’t seem to make sense at the time; my dad was gone but was it forever? I remember asking my mom frequently where he was and when he was coming back. I would continue to

Pork is the culinary name for meat from the domestic pig. It is the meat that consumed the most in the world, but is notoriously recognized for being banned in the Jewish and Islamic religions. This brings us to the statement “eating pork is morally unacceptable” which poses a profound challenge to a Divine Command Theory approach to ethics. I am going to start by explaining what Devine command theory is then clarify how it is a problem to a Divine Command Theory approach to ethics and finally explain the influence of the Divine Command Theory meta-ethically

There is one loss in my life that affected many aspects of my life for many years, the divorce of my parents. I was in barley entering the first grade and the tender age of five, soon to turn six, when my parents spent their last night as a married couple. I do not have many memories of my parents as a couple but I do remember the day my Daddy left. He was a policeman and I watched as his cruiser drove away from our family home. I remember my mom crying and not being willing to console me or explain to me what was happening. All I knew is there was a fight, my dad left, it seemed different than other times when he left, and my mom was crying. Everything about my life changed in the blink of a five year old’s eyes which is what makes this loss so significant in my life.

I label this as the most difficult time of my life because it helped guide me to the person I am today. Before my Dad died I was a more reserved child, however following the death I turned into a more responsible and humorous guy. For example I learned just how much burden is left on the man of the house when our Dad died. He made all of the financial decision and when he was gone it was our priority to fulfil the burden. My older brother

Since the day I was born my parents took my sister and me to church ever Sunday. I grew up in a loving Christian home and was encouraged at an age where I could fully understand, to purse a relationship with Jesus. I accepted Christ into my heart when I was in the second grade and was baptized in the fourth grade at age 10. Growing up I have always been super involved in Church. I have a heart for people and love serving. Since 3rd grade until now, my senior year of high school I have been on the leadership team with my youth group. I can not imagine my life without Jesus as the center. I have been pushed to step out of my comfort zone and because of that I have grown in several different ways. For example, I am an extrovert and enjoy getting new people, but never liked public speaking as I felt nervous and intimidated. By the many adult leaders, and pastors coming along side of me and encouraging me to step of on my comfort zone I now highly enjoy speaking and spreading the truth about The Lord in big groups of people. I am so thankful for the many God loving people that have come in my life and helped stretch me. Jesus is my entire life and I am nothing without him.