What Made Me Narrative

In the famous speech, Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God, by Jonathan Edwards, he focuses on persuading his audience to be born again. He speaks in a calm, monotone voice and never makes direct contact with the audience. Isn’t a good speaker supposed to have qualities such as direct eye contact, hand gestures, and a variety of voice tones? So how did Jonathan have such a powerful and famous speech without using any of the listed qualities? He created a persuasive speech by threatening Hell, frightening the audience with multiple archetypes, and describing how massively their religion has changed.

Pietro Alessandro Gaspare Scarlatti was born May 2, 1660 in Palermo, Sicily and died October 22,1725 in Naples, Italy. Around the age of twelve, Scarlatti was sent to Rome to study music. While in Rome he studied with Bernardo Pasquini. Scarlatti wrote his first his first opera, Gli equivoci nel sembiante, in 1679. Queen Christina of Sweden made Scarlatti her Maestro di Cappella at the age of nineteen. He worked for the Queen until 1684. At this time Scarlatti was commissioned to write operas in Naples. As a result, he moved to Naples where he became the Maestro di Cappella of the royal service. Scarlatti worked in Naples until 1702. During his time in Naples he wrote over forty operas for the royal service. In 1702 Scarlatti moved to Florence,

“Skylar, come on! The truck is about to leave!” my mom shouted as she walked outside to the U-haul truck containing precious memories of the past thirteen years of my life. “Alright, mom!” I aggressively shouted back to her, knowing full well she would not appreciate my tone. Despite my resistance towards the events of the day, I trudged out of my bare room with the last of my Vera Bradley luggage and loaded up the truck.

The rationale for potential prosecution from the breach is that the manufacturing company failed in its duty under section 3.1 of the Act this being the contract company were working on the company premises carrying out work for the client the manufacturing company so under their control. To further this the manufacturing company site supervising engineer stated that he was aware of a handrail being removed but did not authorise the removal. This is clearly a fall protection safe guard that should not have been removed. As the contract company were working under the manufacturing company instruction overall on this project they failed in their duty of care to these non-employee. They did not take action that was reasonably practicable to prevent this accident from occurring.

I never thought that I would be saving someone life from drowning. That was until my friends and I did help someone. Which was something that happened very fast.

Elizabeth is sitting in the living room on the couch in her pajamas. The lights are dim and low and papers are scattered around her. The home is silent except for her fingers tapping away at the keyboard and the occasional shuffling of paper work. A notification sound comes from the computer. Elizabeth leans in and stares at the screen with her eyebrows crumpled as she reads. She leans back and her face becomes blank as she stares off into the distance. She closes the laptop, stands up and goes into the bedroom. As she approaches the bedroom door she reaches up to the top of the doorframe, grabs and object and puts it into the pocket of her pajama pants. Elizabeth enters the bedroom, climbs onto the bed, brings her knees to her chest, wraps

At a very young age, I began making my own decisions and putting myself first. After my parents got divorced, my mom decided to move. The move wasn't small. In fact, it was a very large one. We were moving halfway across the world. I did not understand why we had to move but I knew my mom would always make the best decisions for our family. First, it seemed cool when I was telling everybody. But then it hit me hard, knowing that I wasn't going to see my friends and family for a very long time. At the age of eight, I did not understand what was going on. I felt like I was out of the loop. I was going to have to make new friends and meet new people even though I did not know the language. Even when it came to finding something to eat, we did not know how to order food. It was a great struggle that was hard to overcome.

When I play piano, I’m no longer myself. My peripheral vision darkens, blocking all but the expanse of keys in front of me. The resonating harmonies conceal me with a semblance of confidence. For years, I used music to escape judgement from my peers as I knew I could mask myself behind my false sense of pride. Before I embraced my idiosyncratic quirks and awkward persona (dubbed “Hobble” by those who know me best), my greatest fear was losing the thick cloak of confidence that music shielded me with. I never thought this cloak could be ripped off so easily.

It was a cold autumn morning when I heard the news coming from my alarm clock radio. Two people had won the lottery winnings from yesterday's drawing. They get to split a great prize, both people got to take home over 3 million dollars. I have been playing the lottery for about ten years now, I have only won three or four thousand, hoping to hit it big. For eight years I have been cleaning and cooking in a half kitchen with dinette. The small apartment had that smell as if something had been wet and moldy. I have had to listen through paper thin walls of, shouting, fighting, and the occasional grunts from some dirty old man upstairs. The constant running trains echo inside the entire apartment building. The living room was just big enough for

Hiro didn't attend school that day, emotionally and physically drained by the past few hours. The pattern repeated the in the two following days until the week had come to a close. One day of wallowing in grief was turning into a weekend affair. This was the kind of anniversary no one wanted to remember, but the squeezing pain of loss made itself known regardless.

I am twenty five and I live in Colorado with my husband and two dogs. I will be heading into my second year of marriage next February. We never were able to have a wedding ceremony or a honeymoon. My husband just got out of the military this year. I don’t have a college degree. I have always struggled finding a something I am truly passionate about. I have tried school and so many different jobs, but never found or felt my purpose. We struggle with our bills and don’t really get to do much or buy much. We aren’t able to visit family or travel. Always just wishing, hoping, wanting something more, but never achieving.

I am ready to step into the place that God has placed in my heart. About ten years ago, I sought the Lord to direct my life. He answered one day and all I heard was “counselor” in my head. It echoed in my head as like a man standing on a mountain top calling in the wind. At the time I heard this, I wasn't ready for the task… There were so many things from my past that were still holding me captive. I had to let go and let God; but the distractions of the world, and fear of failure were too strong for me to fully begin to walk in God’s calling for me. At the age of seven I was molested. It was a hard and confusing time for me. It was a time where a young child should be playing, and simply just enjoying growing up. I felt like there was nowhere to turn for help or the understanding of those emotions.

I softly said to Scar “I’m sorry, I’m too late.” We hugged with each others tears flowing onto our backs. But Scar wasn’t done fighting, she whispered to me,

The Socialization of my life. This is how I become who I am. My early socialization has been a big role in my life along with my significant others, which includes my parents and friends. My defining moments in my life and the experiences I’ve faced. Also with the media's help I’ve become to understand the simple things. Over the past sixteen years I have learned to become the person i am today all because of socialization.

I once had a traumatic event that was kinda or I should say really scary for because this is the story of me almost drowning at a elitches. So it all started about a week before, when my neighborhood friend invited me and my sister to elitches one summer. And of course i'm gonna say “heck ya!” why not. I mean wouldn’t you? So about a week later we go and so were packing up and I can't remember but i got mad about something. So I was walking home but then I guess I did that thing where I just want everyone to feel bad for me so I want to go. But let it be known i'm like 6 so i'm not acting like this as a 10 year old. Anyways I end up going and so the line to get in was as massive as you can imagine so we waited for 30min.