Throughout the course of the book, A Long Way Home, Saroo Brierley, the author, encounters a series of traumatic experiences that lead to bittersweet moments. Unlike a normal child’s infancy, Saroo was physically and mentally consuming. Through his experience, we are able to get a glimpse of the many struggles and hardships young children live in India daily. His petrifying experiences of living on the streets, Liluah, and Nava Jeevan finally lead to his safe haven of being taken by the Brierley’s
Every time I have given a talk in church in the past, it has been around a holiday. Today does not interrupt that pattern, as this week holds one of my favorite holidays, Thanksgiving. So, as I was thinking about this, I figured I would try to center my talk on Thanksgiving. However, that was not the topic I was directly given. My assignment was to speak on any of the talks given in this past General Conference. So, I immediately went onto LDS.org and started searching through the topics from Ocotber’s
I was accepted into my city’s medical school and started my career as a physician. However, Venezuela is currently filled with corruption, economic burdens, and violence; thus, after one semester, I decided to leave everything behind and move to the United States for a better future. Even though I had to start from zero, I want to pursue my dreams no matter the time it takes. Every action and every decision made me who I am today; transitioning to a new country, completing my pre-medical requirements
the trickling of cold wind across my arm that had woken me up. Shivering, I pulled the blanket up higher to cover my left-out shoulder; the warmth the blanket brought spread across my body at its own slow pace and I sighed. Did I leave the window open? It’s so cold in here. Refusing to leave the bed, I snuggled in closer to the warm body lying next to me. Despite it being cold outside the blanket, it felt so nice to be wrapped in such strong arms that encased my body. I felt protected, and almost
It was my pet away from home.” “I love how casually you say that as if it’s not the coolest thing in the world.” They entered the stable, passing two stalls with horses inside, before stopping at the third. He opened the stall to let buttons in. “I bet you learned
Regina was having recurring nightmares about her deceased sister, Zelena, coming back from the dead to steal her daughters. In the dream, Zelena would snatch the baby girls out of Regina’s arms and disappear in cloud of green smoke! “What’s wrong, my love”? Rumple asked concerned for a visibly shaken Regina “Zelena”! Regina sobbed “What about that witch”? Rumple inquired, “She’s dead and gone” He assured Regina “I keep having these awful dreams about her” Regina explained, “She takes our
important to point out similar behavior displayed by King Lear. Lear’s deeds provide key insight into the condition plaguing his mind. For example, Shakespeare begins by introducing the reader to Lear’s madness in the opening scene of the play: “Tell me, my daughters…Which of you shall we say doth love us most? That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge” (Shakespeare 1.1.47, 50-52). Lear’s initial intent of shifting power to his daughters is equitable to that of a retired
important to one's’ development and that is what Smithton, Illinois has done for me. I believe that my hometown of Smithton, Illinois played a vital role in helping me develop my sense of creativity. Living in a neighborhood outside of town I often ran out of things to do, but luckily my best friend lived up the street. We were young, creative, and a little reckless which led to a lot of fun. Directly behind my house were the woods, a ceaseless amount of trees, brush, and bugs. After walking and exploring
There are so many descriptions and word phrases that can be constructed and assimilated by one’s own views. Many word phrases may show obvious intent where some may be harder to identify. A great poem that gives a great variation of this would be “Let America Be Great Again” by a great poet by the name of Langston Hughes, creates an amazing abstract which refers to the American Dream, the greatness of the American land, and also the hope that Americans share. There is so much to consider and so much
Prologue A long time ago, or it feels that way, my life was good. Happy. Peaceful. Growing up, I never thought that maybe I was unlucky. I was always grateful for the riches my family had, for our presumed safety in the collapsing government. My mother, Adeline, died three years after my twin brother Leonardo and I were born, so I didn’t remember her that well. My father said he’d never remarry, that he loved my mother too much, but sometimes I thought we’d be better off if he had. Let me explain