issues that needs to be addressed. 2. Man who makes racist statements—No one is better than the other. It would be hard to sit there and listen to these comments and still be productive. 3. person who is a bully—A bully is nothing but a coward. I think back to all these suicides because of bullies. 4. woman having an abortion—There are people out there who would be happy to raise this child. 5. mother who is drug addicted—help is available and should be taken advantage of. 6. client who hates
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Why do we judge people from their appearance? When will the racism subside? When will Muslims and non- Muslims come together as one? These are the questions I ask myself when I hear about the fight between Muslims- Americans and Americans. This wasn’t always my mind-set about Muslims; I used to hate them all because of the tragedy of 9/11. When 9/11 occurred I was sitting in my sixth grade math class, and I still to this day believe I saw an airplane flying low. I was devastated because I thought
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Friday evening seemed to be no exception. I parked and gathered my things and walked into the house. Not paying attention, I ran right into a goofy little man, not more than 5’4”, with messy hair and a missing front tooth. I quickly introduced myself and went in the living room to see who was visiting this evening. One of my favorite people, Joan, was sitting with my parents. I sat down next to her, as the goofy man came back into the living room and took a seat. “Lizzy, this is Greg. He is
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is considered the most powerful and simple is the VAK system. It focuses on these three styles: ▪ Visual Learning • Learning by seeing ▪ Auditory Learning • Learning by hearing ▪ Kinesthetic Learning • Learning by doing Knowing the style by which someone learns helps both the learner and the instructor. It allows the student to comprehend the subject and learn the style that works
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mother shrieked back at my father. Scared, I pushed pillow hard against my head and thought to myself, “It’ll be over soon and everything will be okay again, soon.” Whether it was what to make for dinner, what color to paint the walls, or what to teach my brother and me, my parents fought about nearly everything I can think of. Sadly the arguing became accepted to me at a young age, so I didn’t think copiously of the constant conflict. Usually, I would just try to ignore the harsh comments and raised
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We have no way of knowing when this day is and few of us take the time to contemplate this truth. Most of us are living our lives in fear of that day, attempting to get as much life as possible into our allotted time. Few of us take the time to think that it may even be tomorrow, and if so what have we truly accomplished. Facing It tells the story of a Vietnam Veteran visiting the memorial for the first time, he stands facing the memorial, reviewing the names, unconsciously in search of his own
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still pick pocketing lies in the hope he has, of his father someday returning: “One day Pop will show up again. I’ll hand him the boxful of money, he will throw me some bills, and then I’ll just stow them away without counting them. That’s what I think.” (Line 31) It’s not that he needs the money. In fact he has a job. But he is longing for the recognition from his father. As he says himself, when arguing why he didn’t ever count the money his dad gave him: “I just didn’t want to know how much
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the members that live near me do look like me in many ways. Mostly because I live in Shepherdsville, Kentucky, that are all white skinned that lives around me. Most of the people who are in my community are females, which is weird because you would think it would be even. Now we are also different in my community because some of us are short, tall, fat, skinny, have brown hair or even have blond hair. I know my son has blond hair and I have brown. We look a like but the hair color is completely different
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A companion is someone you have a special connection with, someone you can talk to about your problems and who will listen. A companion is someone who doesn't judge you but likes you for you. I had one such companion. It wasn't your usual companion though. She wasn't another person. She was my pet cat, Squeaky. Squeaky had been a part of the family for as long as I could remember. She was with me since I was two and a half years old. At that time in my life, I didn't see Squeaky as anything but
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"Now I lay me down to sleep..." and the Lord's Prayer. I do not remember learning them; I just remember always knowing them. As I think of the ways I learned to pray, the most important teacher was the experience. My family did not have times of prayer together except at daily meals when grace was offered by my father. On Sundays when I went to church, I remember hearing long and boring prayers from the minister. As I recall, on no occasion was I taught about silent prayer, meditating, or the fact
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