My Identity

My contribution to society is by becoming a good citizen.  I help if the old lady needs help crossing the street. I snowblow my neighbors yards. I also mow their yards.  I am a big brother who helps my brother. I help with his learning and understanding of concepts. I am thinking about how to help others in ways that they feel good in my heart. I think that my identity is about being to community and everyone in the entrie world.

10 years from now

 


    My dream is to be able to create a world of peace in 10 years. I shall stop all of Korea missile launching. Then I shall become the person who creates a world were the meaning of violence will be gone. Also then I shall creat the orgiization called United People which I will include all of the countries so that nobody hates anybody. I want to be able to create a benevolent world with happiness and posterity. I want my dream to past and I shall do it. The dream of peace.

My Pastor death

It was 2016 , the second to last day of school. I was so eager to end the school year. Me and my dad with also my brother got home from football practice. When I came in I thought I would see my Mom's shoes on the rack but guess what? I didn't. So I thought that my Mom had put her shoes somewhere else so I yelled "Mom, Mom"!!

I heard no response. So I walked up to the stairs each one creaked as I walked up. I looked into her room and the lights were off and nobody was there.

So I am thinking Mom maybe had a little errand to make. So me and my brother took and shower alone then began to play video games. It was only 8:30 so I did not worry much. Then Dad began to make dinner. We ate at 9:00. After we ate, we continued to play video games. At 10:00 we went to sleep. I went to sleep faking so that I could stay and find where mom was at.

Then I heard Mom came in at 11:30. I heard her crying she came up the stairs stomping uncontrollably. I stayed because I did not want my Mom to know I was awake because she would be made at me.  The next day the sun is at the horizon lne, wind blowing. Then I hear crying I went to find out where it was from. It was from my Mom's room. So then I asked her "Are you alright" she had a blue t-shirt writing about child hunger.  She said "no".  I had thought she would have work, so I asked "Don't you have work"? She said "No".  Then I asked what is wrong. She told me that Pastor Hicks had died. I said "What"?

 And she had said that Pastor Hicks had died. I was devastated. He helped with the problems I had at school and at home. Also a friend of mine Jeremiah was his son. He was a little older than me but he treated me like other friends with respect which only a true friend could do.  So when I heard that his father I had started to cry. She had told that the funeral is today. She got us all black clothing. Shirt and shoes. The suits felt soft and velvet. The shoes were dress shoes which were very uncomfortable but I did not care. My mom wore the same clothes that me and my brother wear but in girls apparel. During the ride it was very quiet and all you could hear was the sound of Mom's sniffling. When we got there, we went inside and heard the sound of funeral music . It was very spooky and scary. 

We sat at the front of the room. I saw my friend near his Dad's coffin. It was such a sad time. They have gave a couple words then we drove to the burial site. I was too emotional to go out and see the burial so I stayed in the car. Then we drove home I kept crying all during our drive home also with my Mom. I then learned that everybody leaves the role soon enough and I shall still care about him to this day.