Beauty Is
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Dalton McGuire
Mrs. Hackelman
English 3, 2nd period
10/7/09
Danny
July 16th, 2009. I received…
Dalton McGuire
Mrs. Hackelman
English 3, 2nd period
10/7/09
Danny
July 16th, 2009. I received the call at eight a.m. while sitting on my porch. The day was sunny, no clouds in the air. The sky was bright blue. A light breeze was flowing over my face. There was no beauty in my life.
I was in shock for the next few minutes. I sunk to the ground and stared. My Aunt was still on the phone, but her voice had faded from my ears. My dogs licked my face, but I felt nothing. I wanted to cry, but my tears wouldn’t flow. I had known death was coming, but never knew death would come. Danny Petraitis, the greatest man I ever knew, had been killed.
The funeral date was set. My family and I went to Tennessee the next day to see my aunt and cousins. They reminisced on their time with Danny; An extraordinary man, a loving father, my uncle, a victim of cancer. There was no beauty in my life.
We proceeded to the church at ten a.m. on the morning of July 20th. Family, friends, people we never knew were associated with Danny. The house was full. Service began. The silent tears shed. There was no beauty in my life.
As the preacher’s silent speech filled the room I watched the people in the congregation gaze at the urn in which Danny’s ashes were resting. The people’s faces turned into shapes, those shapes turned into a blur and that blur into a smear of black and white in the vision of my sorrow. There was no beauty in my life.
All of the mourners were on the move and I followed. The reception was being held about four blocks from the church; four blocks of walking, four blocks of thinking, four blocks of silence, a lifetime of grief. There was no beauty in my life.
The people were all gathered in and around the building. Most were talking, many were mourning and a few were sitting. I was in a chair when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the light. A projector had come on and pictures began to go across the wall: Danny with my cousins, Danny with his wife, Danny with his friends and then, Danny with me.
I was five. Danny and I were in a field in East Tennessee. It was wintertime and we both had on jackets, and I had on earmuffs. He was hugging me. The slide changed and Danny was with some of his family again, but I felt his warmth and could still feel the hug. My shirt was wet from all the tears. I could hear the voices of the people in the room. There was such harmony in the sorrow. I knew their pain and they knew mine. Everyone wanted to feel Danny’s hug as much as I. In that mutual grief we found his hug in the arms of each other. Beauty was restored.
I left the reception having been baptized in the tears of others. I had a smile on my face and tears running down my face. I walked back by the church before I went back home. Four blocks of walking, four blocks of thinking, four blocks of silence, a lifetime of beauty. {Danny.doc}
Beauty Is
edited
Dalton McGuire
Mrs. Hackelman
English 3, 2nd period
10/7/09
Danny
July 16th, 2009. I received…
Dalton McGuire
Mrs. Hackelman
English 3, 2nd period
10/7/09
Danny
July 16th, 2009. I received the call at eight a.m. while sitting on my porch. The day was sunny, no clouds in the air. The sky was bright blue. A light breeze was flowing over my face. There was no beauty in my life.
I was in shock for the next few minutes. I sunk to the ground and stared. My Aunt was still on the phone, but her voice had faded from my ears. My dogs licked my face, but I felt nothing. I wanted to cry, but my tears wouldn’t flow. I had known death was coming, but never knew death would come. Danny Petraitis, the greatest man I ever knew, had been killed.
The funeral date was set. My family and I went to Tennessee the next day to see my aunt and cousins. They reminisced on their time with Danny; An extraordinary man, a loving father, my uncle, a victim of cancer. There was no beauty in my life.
We proceeded to the church at ten a.m. on the morning of July 20th. Family, friends, people we never knew were associated with Danny. The house was full. Service began. The silent tears shed. There was no beauty in my life.
As the preacher’s silent speech filled the room I watched the people in the congregation gaze at the urn in which Danny’s ashes were resting. The people’s faces turned into shapes, those shapes turned into a blur and that blur into a smear of black and white in the vision of my sorrow. There was no beauty in my life.
All of the mourners were on the move and I followed. The reception was being held about four blocks from the church; four blocks of walking, four blocks of thinking, four blocks of silence, a lifetime of grief. There was no beauty in my life.
The people were all gathered in and around the building. Most were talking, many were mourning and a few were sitting. I was in a chair when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the light. A projector had come on and pictures began to go across the wall: Danny with my cousins, Danny with his wife, Danny with his friends and then, Danny with me.
I was five. Danny and I were in a field in East Tennessee. It was wintertime and we both had on jackets, and I had on earmuffs. He was hugging me. The slide changed and Danny was with some of his family again, but I felt his warmth and could still feel the hug. My shirt was wet from all the tears. I could hear the voices of the people in the room. There was such harmony in the sorrow. I knew their pain and they knew mine. Everyone wanted to feel Danny’s hug as much as I. In that mutual grief we found his hug in the arms of each other. Beauty was restored.
I left the reception having been baptized in the tears of others. I had a smile on my face and tears running down my face. I walked back by the church before I went back home. Four blocks of walking, four blocks of thinking, four blocks of silence, a lifetime of beauty.
Research Paper
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... What all does the Patriot Act allow?
Who is the Patriot Act allowing to use it?
I know that…
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What all does the Patriot Act allow?
Who is the Patriot Act allowing to use it?
I know that the Patriot Act was put into place by the Bush administration. This Act allowed certain torture techniques to be used.
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Patriot Act
Is the act lawful in regaurds to constitutionality?
Is the act soley a way to allow …
Patriot Act
Is the act lawful in regaurds to constitutionality?
Is the act soley a way to allow more tourture techniques?
What all does the Patriot Act allow?
Who is the Patriot Act allowing to use it?
