Outro For Cause Essay

Tell your best friend her dad is going to die and basically her life is changed forever and awkwardness ensues. But, you may also find that your relationship has changed in ways you never knew it could. Maybe she realizes how incredibly awkward it was for you to stand at the register as she paid for her things and she didn’t understand that you were rushing her out because you had something crazy to tell her. She likely will still be the girl you eat popcorn with and gush over Edward in Twilight. She will also likely be the girl that doesn’t ever want to shop with you at A.C. Moore again, because let’s face it, last time you were there together she found out her dad was pretty much dead.

Graf 13: Reaction To Cause Essays

It's interesting the things that we deal with in life and how they shape and mold us. Whether it's learning what types of relationships we want or don't want, or we are realizing that our dreams are often better then reality, we are always developing further into ourselves. Whether or not I have had the same exact experience with love as one girl did, I know what it's like to self sabotage something and you think subconsciously you are making things work, but you really are destroying it. Or dreaming something that seems to real and vivid and you find out it's all a dream. I have had many of those moments where I dreamed my boyfriend finally let me get a puppy, that I won the lottery, or the time I accepted the job offer in Alaska and each time I remember the overwhelming sadness when I woke up and realized I had only been dreaming. 

Intro 2

We had started our day early, up at six, we got the kids ready and we were off to Bangor. We planned our trip carefully, when you have to travel an hour and a half to go shopping, you better plan carefully. We had a list of stores to go to and where we wanted to go to lunch all figured out. First stop, A.C. Moore, because we are both craft junkies. What I never realized was that upon entering that store, things would never be the same between Liz and I. Within minutes of being in the store I received a call from Liz’s mom that her dad had been shot in the head and was not going to make it.

Intro 1

No one imagines being the one to tell their best friend that their dad was just shot in the head, but on that Tuesday, three days before Christmas, I was doing just that. How on earth was I the one doing such a thing, well that’s a little beyond me. I signed up for late night movies, laughing fits, and sharing brownies, not “I’m sorry your dad probably isn’t going to make it.” So right there outside A.C. Moore, in the parking lot was where I told my best friend that her dad had been shot in the head.

Graf 12: Place

We pulled in the dirt driveway and you could hear the metal chain clanging against the trailer and the crunch of metal every time the wheels on the trailer hit each pothole. We rolled forward and then the truck stops. I hopped out of the truck and looked around. The air smelled so crisp and clean, it almost felt like it was a secret spot, untainted from pollution.

If you listened quietly, you can hear the water running through the ditch. Just behind the rickety wooden fence was a worn out trail into the woods. It reminded me of the movie wrong turn, you know, where the young people get stuck and walk through the woods to get somewhere, inevitably most of them end up dying, except for one or two. I had that feeling as I started to walk up the worn dirt path. I glanced down at my cell phone and checked to make sure I had reception, didn’t want to get lost in the woods and not be able to call for help.

I started up the path and I kept looking back, there was the truck and trailer and Chris. Okay, so far so good, or at least I thought.

As I continued along the path, I realized the trees were getting thicker and the bushes were getting denser. 

Then just a few hundred feet ahead of me was an abandoned cabin.

The paint was peeling off the side and just hanging there. The shutters, hanging by a nail, shifted in the breeze. 

It was daylight, nothing bad happens during daylight. I stepped up the stairs and with each creak my heart started beating faster.

I quickly stepped into the cabin and it looked like a bear ransacked the little place. There were a couple benches that appeared to have been turned to kindling and broken glass strewn across the place.

I stepped a little further in the cabin towards the back and that’s when all of a sudden a big gust of wind whipped through the cabin and knocked the shutters right off. My heart was beating through my chest, I was sure you could see it right through my shirt.

Graf 11: Research

A couple years ago I went to the doctor’s after being sick for a few weeks. Thinking I had a cold, I assumed I would just get some antibiotics or some other fix and be on my way. I had to have blood work done and received a call a few days later that there was something else going on.

I got sick again and ended up at the hospital and after having scans and ultrasounds I was told that I had somehow contracted Hepatitis B. I was also informed that I was in the stages of liver failure.

Never before had it seemed so important to get online and figure out what was going on inside my body. All the information was overwhelming.

I felt like the more I read the more my brain expanded and started to get tight inside my skull. I read and researched and studied and really freaked myself out.

I talked to people that knew other people who had the illness and the results were starting to stress me out. I had done research projects for school before and I remember thinking that there wasn’t nearly enough information about a particular subject. I felt so overwhelmed, I couldn’t make the information stop.

I researched all my treatment options and maybe knowing what they would entail made it that much worse. I went to the doctor’s several times a week for tests and blood work.

Several months later in a follow up visit with my specialist, I found out that I no longer had the virus in my system. I had acute Hepatitis B and am no longer sick. I do have a liver disease that is regularly monitored, but I do not have liver failure or a need for further treatment.

It was as though my brain shrunk after hearing the news. I could finally let go of all the information I had worked so hard to store. It was no longer necessary to keep all that information in my head, I no longer had to be concerned.

Graf 10: Person

Many people are interesting, okay, so what? Well, think of the most colorful people around you right now. I don’t mean who is sitting right there with you as much as I am insinuating that you should think about who is involved in your life right now. I bet there are some pretty colorful people.

My future mother-in-law is one of the most colorful people in my life. A challenge, sure, but colorful seems like a good fit to describe her. She is very opinionated, strong willed and does not embarrass easily. These traits seem like a recipe for disaster for any soon to be daughter-in-law to walk into.

Would the five phone calls a day overwhelm you or would it be the multiple visits she makes right to your 

house? Or the people she talks to that she shares all your business with?

You have to envision a short and stout woman with brown hair and a burst of red highlights. When she gets worked up she instantly stands a little taller and her face gets flushed and I imagine that if she was a cartoon character you would see the steam come shooting out her ears.

What you wouldn’t know by looking at her is that she would drop anything to help absolutely anyone. She may be over bearing, but she is quick to rush to the aid of others. Whether or not you need bread, she will bring it to you. She will tell everyone what happened and convince them to help you as well.

Sometimes it is easy to pick up on the negative, but it’s more important to see past the negative. It’s more important to acknowledge the generosity, love, and compassion that she exudes.