finally, the cause of his death. In doing so, I hope to gain a deeper awareness of the life and…
The eyewitness account of the plague in Florence, Italy in 1384, talked about by Marilyn Migiel, was the author of the Decameron himself. Giovanni Boccaccio’s account of the plague is seemingly an eyewitness account because he “filtered his stories through other literary and historical descriptions of plagues” (Migiel 17). Boccaccio describes the plague as having baffling symptoms, the certainty of death, the overbearing presence of death and the dying, the procedures for trying to avoid the plague, the forsaken cities, and the effects on morals and decency (Migiel 17).…
“The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano”, by Olaudah Equiano, is a narrative about a slave going to the new world. Olaudah Equiano was kidnapped by slave traders to be sent to the New World to be sold to other slave owners. This slave trade between Africa and North America was from 1619-1807 and carried hundreds of African men, women, and children in one tightly packed ship. In “The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano”, Equiano describes the horrible conditions slaves were forced to endure on the voyage to the new world. Equiano wrote this slave narrative, a literary work that exposes the horrors of slavery through the first hand experience of the writer, to help abolish slavery. To assist in persuading the…
Another reason people think the Iceman died is a heart disease. A writer from Seeker.com interviewd study co-author Albert Zink. Zink said “we were very surprised that Otzi had a very strong disposition for cardiovascular disease.” He also said “ we didn't expect that people who lived so long ago already had the genetic setup for getting such kinds of diseases.” Another theory is that Otzi died from a brain injury. Scientists said “ surmised from a CAT scan of Otzi's brain that he had received a blow to the forehead during his deadly attack that caused to knock against the back of his head, creating dark spots from the bruising,” The only problem is there was no sign of damage to the outside or the skull there was so wounds…
Fatalities are part of every person’s life. To a normal citizen, death is often followed by sadness and grief. As portrayed in “The Things They Carried” by Tim O’Brien, a soldier has to deal with the situation much differently. Death is portrayed in a negative light due to the fact that soldiers are greatly fearful of it and that they are forced to be unaffected by death. In order to cope with all the deaths he witnessed, O’Brien uses the retelling of war stories to heal from these traumatic events.…
The concept of death has always been a blurry topic to discuss but what if the concept of death was wrapped around a war, would that make things better? When people talk about death all they think about is the one person, their life, their life story and what all they have been through. In The Things They Carried the author uses death to help portray certain characters in their own unique way whether it’s from describing the way they died, or just what they had to look forward to, all the way back to how it affects the other people close to them and we get the details on that from the author and narrator. The narrator has quite a few characters that have died but I choose my characters to be Ted Lavender, young vietnamese soldier, Curt Lemon,…
As my younger cousin, Travis, walked into the living room of my house, he looked for interesting things he could look at and touch. He started to slowly walk toward the broken, bottom half of our entertainment center. My siblings and I, enjoying our Thanksgiving dinner, watched him carefully as he curiously reached for a handle of one drawer in the entertainment center that contained at least 50 movies. He was so close to opening it when my brother exclaimed, “Careful there! The last guy who did that… he died!” Travis slowly backed away, turned around, and ran to his mother, but the real question is Who died?…
You stumble across a cemetery and impulsively decide to take look around. Once you step inside, you immediately notice hundreds of tombstones scattered around. You take a long breath and move tentatively around knowing you have walked into the valley of death surrounded by silent souls. You look around and see the hollow eyes of death, smell the coldness of death, and hear the silent whispers of death. Tombstone after tombstone you wonder if that woman had a sister, what that young boy died from, what the old man did for a living, or why that young girl deserved to die. Tombstone after tombstone you suffocate in sorrow. Tombstone after tombstone you decide to maneuver your way out of the cemetery, but the smell of death sticks to your skin…
Afa’s perspective: Ghost of the lagoon. I kicked back and forth faster and faster all just to find Tupa right behind me“ Afa come back if you don’t Tupa will kill you” Mako Yelled, but it was too late Tupa surging out of the water to make the first attack, I bit him in the fin and then swam away. Tupa trying to attack again this time on the canoe, Mako drove back his spear and let flow in the wind hitting tupa. I made it back to the canoe barking as loud as I could. “Calm down Afa.” as Mako went closer to Tupa the more I started growling, I knew something sharks did that Mako didn’t, or at least I think i did . Mako going for the final attack pointing the spear at the chest slayed Tupa. They dragged the dead shark to shore to show the rest of the islanders.…
Today is one of those rare days in which it is raining and I’m sitting on the windowsill waiting for a sign. Something that says ‘move on’. There is still a part of me that hopes every day that you're alive and I haven't found you yet. I will have searched the far corners of the earth before I let myself believe you dead. I dream of you every night, then wake with the bitter taste of regret fresh in my mouth. You abandoned me. You have marooned me on this earth, and it is dark without your light by my side. All that fills my mind is when you were still beside me. I distinctly recall one summer when we were not quite children anymore and still too young to be adults. It was raining so hard that the streets were flooded for the first time in eighty years, and you had insisted on escaping to the desert.…
Some nights I dream about Michael. He’s coming home from college for christmas break and he’s brought a girl with him. Our family is sitting at the dinner table and he’s giving my sister’s new boyfriend a hard time. He’s sitting in the audience, whooping and hollering as I walk across the stage and receive my diploma. Other times, he’s standing in a waiting room, introducing my sisters and me to his little girl. I dream about all of the moments my family and I never got to have with him and my heart breaks every single time. Michael has been gone for almost 16 years and yet he is still with me every day. I dream about him and what could have been; what should have been. Michael’s death teaches me something new almost every day. I have learned what loss is, how to deal with it, and how to grow from it.…
I felt as though I was paralyzed from the waist down. I would try to move my leg or even shift an ankle but I never got a response. This was the first time thoughts of death ever cross my mind.…
I always believed that there is life after death and that you need to live your life to the fullest because once is something taken from you then you will regret not having it. The commencement in 2005 by steve jobs moved many people. He says “ Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make big choices in life.” He had a really hard choice to make, either give up or keep pushing forward, but just like his says “ You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.” Steve jobs had big visions and big ideas for this world. He speech spoke to many people and gave many people inspiration because he didn't give up and looked at the cup half full and not half empty.…
People always say that in a near death experience, your life always flashes before your eyes. I waited for that moment to happen, but all I saw was the series of decisions that led me to the situation I was in.…
I was only 10 years old at the time. I still didn’t really know what was going on around me but I knew one thing, my father’s death was no suicide. There was no way that my father “accidentally” shot himself twice in the back of the head, it's literally and physically impossible. they were covering up the truth. I constantly tried to investigate my father’s death but I was only known as “Timmy the troublemaker”. No one in the police department let me in on the case but who could blame them? Trusting a 10-year-old? It would have been absurd if they did! So I decided that if the police weren’t going to help me, I was going to look into my father’s death myself.…