The Silent Tears
Have you ever being robbed? Being robbed is not about being brave, but being safe.
During the Christmas holiday season when I was 14, I woke up early on a beautiful Monday morning trying to find my dad. My dad had a small business at the market place, and I wanted to go to work with him that morning. I was in need of extra money for Christmas gifts. I was full of energy, enthusiasm, confidence and a heart full of love and trust. When I finally found my dad who was outside loading the car with the merchandise, I asked “Dad can I go to work with you today? I want to help you, so I can make some extra money for gifts.” There was a long pause before he said “Are you sure you can handle it, remember it is Christmas time and people come from all over the place to shop, and we will be very busy.” I quickly replied “Of course, I am good with math, and how hard it could be to sell the famous chine melamine dishes? After all they sell own its own.” Well my father continues “Let’s take your sister to help you too.”
On our way to the Market my dad said “I will help you girls to set up and I need to head out to storage to get more merchandise” Before he left he reminded us of the prices of all the items we will be selling in our little store. While we waited for my father to return, we practiced our math so we will be right on with the money. As the time passed my sister and I became better at the small addition and subtraction equations we were practicing. We felt more and more confident so we began to sell more and more. As this beautiful Monday morning continued things took a turn for the worst. A pregnant women approached us and bought more than 100 dollars of item. She had asked me to help her with her bags, the woman had told me that she was incapable of lifting heavy things. Once we got to her house she had promised me that she should pay and tip me. As the nice 14 year old I was I thought that this would be a win-win situation. As we began the short walk to her house, she began to compliment me and out nice conversation had allowed for me to build a trust with the unknown woman, and did not suspect anything would go wrong. Once we got to a certain ally which the woman said was on the way to her
Nelson Mandela once said “I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” This quote explains how we must overcome our fears to become courageous and brave. Joan Bauers realistic fiction short story “The Truth About Sharks” tells us this. One day a girl named Beth a 17 year old girl woke up to what she thought was just going to be an ordinary day. She had to go to the store and grab pants for a party. Sounds like an simple task, but not for Beth. As she was shopping she left all of her belongings in a changing room and was going to look for a shirt. She told a friendly salesperson named Hanne where she was headed. On the way she was
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Recently it’s harder to claim the title of the home of the brave. More and more people act afraid of things that have not happened. They try to scare us. They tell us not to question the decisions they make. Blindly following does not make you brave. The whole idea of being afraid and giving
It was a typical normal day during sophomore year as I and Kevin were normally having a conversation in the hallways of Neuqua Valley High School during a five minute passing period after class. After walking from the d-wing to the b-wing we just happened to look down at the ground and for a moment we were shocked of what we had found and couldn’t believe our eyes there were three one hundred dollar bills just lying there for the taking so I picked it up and looked at it and we took it for our taking because who wouldn’t like to find three hundred dollars I looked at kevin and said “ We need to get to class, but let’s meet up after school and split the money”. I held on to the money for the time being or at least after class. We met after class
When I was in elementary school, my grandparents would give me and my siblings twenty dollars if we made A-B Honor Roll. In 4th grade, we decided to treat our family by going to the movies, as we had not been to the movies in almost two years. Our idea was my sister and I would combine our forty dollars and buy the tickets and snacks, and we would have some nice family bonding. Until we met The Bike Woman, a homeless woman we encountered in the parking lot. She walked up to us, rolling her old blue bicycle alongside her and asked if we had any spare change. Without even thinking of it, we handed all forty dollars to her, along with three bottles of water we had in a cooler in the car. She thanked us profusely and even tried to give the money
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Romance novels are typically based in a set pattern and Karen van der Zee’s A Secret Sorrow is no exception. Meanwhile, in Gail Godwin’s “A Sorrowful Woman”, the romance aspect is not nearly as focused on. While A Secret Sorrow is a nice, easy romance novel, the short story “A Sorrowful Woman” is a much better example of literature, and portrays a much more unique message. The two stories differ greatly when compared by their theme, by the role of motherhood and children, and by how they are written.
It was a cold fall-ish day and school was just around the corner (number 10 on top 10 list of things I hate, and i hate a lot), And on exactly 8:00 my new neighbors called me and said they needed a job in babysitting. I had experience with that so I took the job. 15 minutes later, I walked over to the Garland’s house for the babysitting. When I opened the door, I got a whiff of blueberry pie. I don’t know if it was JUST blueberries, because I smelled other berries too. Standing in the kitchen was Mrs. Garland. I walked over to her and all of a sudden she explained why she was making the pie.
On a sunday afternoon, after church, my family decided it would be a good idea to treat ourselves with ice cream, so we did, and as we left the ice cream shop there's was two boys no more than 8 years old and 90 pounds on their knees begging for food. No one was even bothering to give them the slightest of recognition of the fact that they were starving to death. One of the boys looked at me with glistening eyes of desperation and eagerness and said “Comida..Por Favor” (food...please), My body had filled up with embarrassment and disgust, not towards the boys but of myself. At the time i had been carrying an ice cream cone with chocolate stains smeared all over my cotton white shirt. I replied nearly in tears “Nomas tengo 20 pesos ahora, pero si vienes mañana, yo va trier ropa y comida para tu y tu hermano”(I only have 20 pesos with me right now, but if you come tomorrow, i'll bring food and clothes for you and your brother.) The boy whose name i didn't catch, quickly snatched the coins from my hand like a snake, i assumed it was because he'd think i'd change my mind. The next day on my walk to meet the two boys i saw
Due to the fact that my father was now on his own and trying to raise three children (my older brother from my father’s first marriage), he had to take a different position at his work. Although he was getting a raise it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He had to start working the night shift so he could get the raise. He didn’t really have a choice in the matter and because of this new change, I began to lose valuable time with him as well. It was now up to my brother to watch over us at night and make sure we got to bed on time. If there was any trouble or and problems in general, my brother would call my grandmother. For three years my dad worked that job and every night he would stay up after he got home to see us. He would make my sister and I breakfast and make we were off to school on time. This meant the world to me because no matter what he always made time for us.
Growing up, my parents were both construction workers for a company named, Motec, and it was a good paying job. As kids my parents would buy my brother and I any toys we dreamed of and they had no limit on giving us what we wanted but that job did not last because it ended up closing down and firing all their workers including my parents. My parents did not have a job for a while and my parents were desperate. My dad's sister came over with her husband one day and brought a brand new white van and I was excited at the new sighting because the first thing I thought of was that we were going to go on roadtrips and we would travel to new places but I never thought that they would fill it up with items such as clothes, toys, etc and go to the swap meet to sell it. Every Sunday they would get up at 5:00 in the morning and drive to the Orange Show Swap Meet in San Bernardino. They sold about $300 worth of stuff every
On the other hand, not always being brave can solve all your problems. As I mentioned before, in I am Malala, Malala got shot . She was riding the bus to school and on the way there the bus stops the shoot her right in the head. Then she
I went to the school store to buy books and I approached one of the student sellers and asked for help. She first asked me how she could help me. I then told her I was looking for books for business classes, so she directed me to the business section of the store. She then asked me what the CRN was. I told her the CRN and she found the book. She then asked if I was buying the book today, but I could not buy the book because it was more expensive than I thought. I told her not today because of that reason. She then gave me the alternate option, which was to buy the book online for a cheaper price. So I listened to her advice and brought the book online. This to me was a great interaction because she didn’t let me leave without knowing all my options, she answer all of my questions, and helped me right away when I approached her. She used most of the selling sequence.
Out of the nowhere, a few days before Christmas, my husband was jobless. While nostalgic holiday music bombarded the airwaves and frenzied shoppers and travelers jostled to check off their lists, my family watched in longing and dismay. We were told our last paycheck was due mid-January, then we were on our own. Our collective angst intensified since soon after that paycheck hit the bank, our car crashed, taking it off the road for months to come. As a result, we were stranded in the suburbs with no transportation and without a job to alleviate the situation. Fortunately, we were rescued by kindhearted friends who stuck with us throughout the crisis.
It was about 1:55 PM and I was a bit nervous to go to Fatimah’s place for lunch. I was standing around the area where she lives, which consisted of townhouse grouped together. Finally around 2:00, I knocked on her door. A couple of seconds later, the door opened, but no one had greeted me immediately. I peeked inside and saw a very cozy living room with a wide-screen TV playing Chicka-Chicka Boom Boom short clips and toys stacked in the corner. Fatimah immediately came around and welcomed me inside. I asked her where I should take off my shoes and she told me to put them off to the side inside the house. I looked over to my right and her two children were sitting next to each other on the right side of the couch and were staring at me with big, round eyes. Fatimah had told me to sit down on the couch and told me the food was almost ready. I took off my jacket and I offered to help, but she said her husband was almost done cooking. When Fatimah went towards her husband I slowly turned towards her children; the little girl was back playing on her iPad and the little boy was still