Do You Believe??

I believe that we all live our lives as a blueprint. I feel that from the 1st day we have existed on this earth, our minds, our feelings, thoughts, and even our emotions are planned. I do believe there is a god. I believe there is a heaven and hell. But I feel that our life has been planned since day one. Every move you make has a plan. It has something leading up after it. The chain of life continues. We cannot change what we have done in the past. If we could, things could go seriously wrong. so what do i believe? I believe we were here for a purpose.

A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings

The story is about an old creature in the shape of a human that has large wings mantled to his back. The creature is just an old man in my opinion for many reasons. In the story, the old man was treated horribly. He was only there for a source of entertainment. He would not move to please his audience. He would not even stand up. "The only time they succeeded in arousing him was when they burned his side with an iron for branding steers, for he had been motionless for so many hours that they thought he was dead." He still very well feels pain and he obviously has emotions. He just wishes only to be left alone.

He is nothing more then an old man. This has a great impact on the story because it's letting us know that we should not look at something because of the features of someone. It is obvious that the old man was not happy with his situation and his audience should have realized that. 

Cathedral Response to #4

In the last third of the story, Robert asks the narrator to describe a cathedral to him. With Robert being blind, the narrator has trouble with the details. The blind man then asks him to draw it on paper to get a better image. In the end of the story, Robert asks him to close his eyes but to keep the pen moving. With the blind man's hand on top of the main character's, the narrator describes himself as feeling as if he wasn't "inside anything." 

This is great because in this whole story till the end, the narrator isn't too caring to the blind man. Although he is polite, the blind man seems to be oblivious to the narrator's actions. But at the end, it's as if the main character gets a feeling of how a blind man feels when they are lonely. Although the wife was the one that invited Robert, it's as if he has a stronger relationship toward the narrator's emotions and feelings. 

In the end of the novel, the last quote by the narrator is, "It's really something." This is giving you the impression that he is beginning to realize that blind men see something possibly more then a regular man would see. 

My Obsession: Podcast

If there is one thing I've learned in life, it's that you should take full and complete advantages of your summer vacation. I've been climbing for almost 2 years now, and it has been circling in my scrambled mind since I started. The thought of imaging the negative angle of a vertical surface hanging down next to my sweating face just gives me goosebumps. The feeling of the granite grinding away your skin almost makes me want to sprint to the gym. Every hold, every pinch and pocket that exists on the wall makes me imagine all the difficulties in life. I pull out a jug, a hold that is easiest to grasp and it's easy to grip. I pull out a pinch, a hold that can only be pinched and the angle can give you a hard time. I pull out a crimp, a hold that only the tips of your fingers can grip and then I have problems. There have been crimps in my life as well as jugs and pinches. 

The first time I've been climbing out doors was an interesting experience. You learn so much when you do the real thing that does not contain artificial granite or colored rock. As soon as I put my hand on the first three holds, I realized automatically that every hold is different. You are never sure what to expect when you're 50 feet above the rock with the sharp granite below you. Life is difficult. No one can argue against that. There are strict rules and regulations everyone must follow. If you do not follow the climbing rules, it could cause a serious injury as well as a possibility of death. If the rules in life are not followed, the result may be the same.

Climbing is in my blood. It runs through my thick veins and I have had the addiction for two years. My brother convinced me to come to his climbing camp that I wasn't that interested in attending. I arrived there and saw all the children running around me. I was thinking to myself, "What am I doing here?" The climbing coach was a kind, bald, black woman who said I had potential to try out for the climbing team. And here I am today, climbing daily for the past two years. With shredded hands and strong fingers 24/7, I couldn't say anything else other then "I live to climb."

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Crimpin' ain't easy!