Rose Garden
First Name Last Name
Professor Mancia
English 28
September 27th, 2007
Not A Rose Garden
The real world might not be as beautiful as a rose garden, but roses have a tendency to grow tenaciously in almost any land with a little bit of care, love, and courage. How wise is nature that our lives are just like roses planted in all sorts of environments. We have the freedom to choose whether we want to daringly grow in spite of the tribulations that we might encounter in the road, or to shrink and intentionally decide to die. While a person might be afraid because the rain is pouring heavily, a rose will always find that rain necessary to open its petals and to beautify its environment. The storm might come in the night and roughly shake this fragile rose, but at dawn moistened and sprinkled with fresh dew, we will see a strikingly beautiful rosebud slowly opening its petals to the world. Just as a rose, we will always need the storms in our lives to grow and be mature. Eventually, after each tempestuous night there will be always a new glorious dawn to renew and reassure our strengths. I have gone through many challenges in my journey to a higher education; however, none of them prevented me from growing personally. As a rose I was transplanted from a green yet needy soil to a cemented wealthy firm land. Unfortunately, one of the two gardeners who were supposed to take care of me spineless withdrew from his duties. Even though I was stroked with disappointment, I accepted the love of my only guardian and courageously chose to fulfill my dreams. Whereas my father turned his back on me, my mother and I managed to survive without him. She dutifully worked overtime and I baby-sat a few times. The real issue came when I decided to go for a bachelor’s degree. I didn’t count on the support of my father, and my mother’s financial situation was unstable. My mother as always was more than willing to support me, but I was not going to place that
Professor Mancia
English 28
September 27th, 2007
Not A Rose Garden
The real world might not be as beautiful as a rose garden, but roses have a tendency to grow tenaciously in almost any land with a little bit of care, love, and courage. How wise is nature that our lives are just like roses planted in all sorts of environments. We have the freedom to choose whether we want to daringly grow in spite of the tribulations that we might encounter in the road, or to shrink and intentionally decide to die. While a person might be afraid because the rain is pouring heavily, a rose will always find that rain necessary to open its petals and to beautify its environment. The storm might come in the night and roughly shake this fragile rose, but at dawn moistened and sprinkled with fresh dew, we will see a strikingly beautiful rosebud slowly opening its petals to the world. Just as a rose, we will always need the storms in our lives to grow and be mature. Eventually, after each tempestuous night there will be always a new glorious dawn to renew and reassure our strengths. I have gone through many challenges in my journey to a higher education; however, none of them prevented me from growing personally. As a rose I was transplanted from a green yet needy soil to a cemented wealthy firm land. Unfortunately, one of the two gardeners who were supposed to take care of me spineless withdrew from his duties. Even though I was stroked with disappointment, I accepted the love of my only guardian and courageously chose to fulfill my dreams. Whereas my father turned his back on me, my mother and I managed to survive without him. She dutifully worked overtime and I baby-sat a few times. The real issue came when I decided to go for a bachelor’s degree. I didn’t count on the support of my father, and my mother’s financial situation was unstable. My mother as always was more than willing to support me, but I was not going to place that