Hope (Theme)

Author's note: This is my writing piece used for theme. It is about a little girl who is blind and gets stolen while she is in her step mother's car. She must show bravery and hope to fight through it all.

In Girl, Stolen there is a theme that I was thinking of while reading the book. It really stood out to me. I think that the theme was courage/bravery and hope. This poor small girl was blind and had gotten stolen by a man named Griffin. He was a big guy with a horse voice from all the smoke filled in his lungs. The blind girl was named Cheyenne. She was small and blind and slightly unstable. Getting stolen is a terrible thing to occur. But getting stolen while being blind? That's a whole different story.

Being blind, makes life a huge challenge. Cheyenne had no way of knowing that she was being stolen at first. She couldn't see the man walk over or open the door. She could see... nothing. During the time that she was being stolen, instead of using her eyes she had to use all her other senses in the best way possible. It is very difficult. She must use her ears to keep track of all the things she hears and must use her touch to feel around and has to use that sense to feel her braille watch which tells her what time it is and tells her an estimate of how many possible miles away they are. Using those other senses that she has, she can keep gathering clues as to where they are. Cheyenne didn't know when she was able to go home again. She knew that Griffin would keep her for awhile because otherwise he could be accused of stealing and kidnapping and would spend almost all of his life in prison. Cheyenne needs to collect as many clues as she can and cannot rest otherwise she will miss out on something important and well worth in figuring out where he is taking her. Being blind, Cheyenne doesn't know what Griffin is doing or where they are. 

In the book, Cheyenne is being very firm with Griffin and even though he found out that she was blind, she is talking and acting as if nothing is different then any other ordinary child. She was talking as if she was very angry and demanding that he take her back where he picked her up. Cheyenne was having to be very brave in this situation and have the courage to stand up to the man who had kidnapped her. All she wanted to do was go back to her home and cry but she couldn't. Not in any situation as intense as it was. She just needed hope. Cheyenne had to have hope that she was going to be okay and that Griffin would take her back home soon. According to the way that Cheyenne responded to Griffin, he has her convinced that he will take her back and it was an honest complete accident that she had been in the car. She believed that. Now Cheyenne is just waiting to see where Griffin takes her, and is going to hold him to the fact that he will take her back home. The theme, hope and bravery/courage, is taking place throughout the time that she is being stolen. Cheyenne definitely showed bravery and hope. Hoping that she would return home safely to her father. 

Cheyenne's mother had passed away years ago. She has a step-mom that supports her as if she was her mother. With the man knowing that she was blind, Griffin started to take advantage of this disability. When Cheyenne was being firm with Griffin and yelling at him, Griffin pulled out a root beer bottle and pressed it against the side of her head. With no sight, Cheyenne thought it was a gun. She did as he said by closing her mouth and not screaming. She had to display courage both to herself and Griffin. She acted as if she weren't scared of a gun at all, but she didn't over do it. All she kept telling herself was that she would be completely fine and he wouldn't pull the trigger. He didn't. Griffin then had Cheyenne lay down in the back of the car and she took notice of all of her surroundings.

I think that the themes definitely showed. Cheyenne also did a very well job portraying it as well. Being blind is not an easy thing. It makes life a challenge. Cheyenne learns to fight through it and I think that she did better in the situation than any other kid that got stolen would. Hope and bravery showed within her and to Griffin.

Blind

Author's note: This is my prediction piece for reading. I made a prediction on what I think will happen in the book Girl, Stolen.

Must have ears to keep track of everything you hear. Must have touch in order to feel everything around you. Must have scent to smell things. Must have taste so you can taste foods and other things that are in your mouth. Must have eyesight in order to see everything that goes on around you.

In the book Girl Stolen, Cheyenne doesn’t have eyesight. She is blind. She cannot see everything that goes on around her. She does not know what gestures people make. She does not know what faces people are making. She cannot see them at all. Living life isn’t easy for her. Cheyenne needs to use a cane to feel things around her. Something as simple as getting in the car when leaving your house, is a challenge. How is she to know where to turn and where her mother’s car is? She doesn’t. That is what makes life a challenge for her.

To start with, in the opening of the book, Cheyenne is diagnosed with pneumonia. It makes it hard for her to breath and she has a constant feeling of congestion. With her step-mom on her way to pick up a prescription, she is bundled up under a blanket and laying down in the backseat of the car. Her step-mother gets out of the car and runs in to pick up the prescription. Finally, her step- mother returns but gets in the car quite quickly and there is a smelling of smoke in the air in replacement of her smooth mint cough drop. The smell had been brought by her. Cheyenne looked up only to find that it wasn’t her step-mother but someone else. She was getting stolen. That is where the title came from. Girl, Stolen. But it wasn’t just any girl. It was a small blind girl. In this predicament, Cheyenne has to rely on all other senses but her eyesight. One of the most important.

Once the guy finally took note of her, he claimed it was an accident and only wanted the car and not her. He couldn’t get caught now so he did end up having to kidnap her. The guy tied her up so that she wouldn’t fight back. Now, Cheyenne cannot show that her ultimate weakness was being blind even though she knew it was. She couldn’t let him take complete advantage of her because of her inability to see.

Now, Cheyenne is going to go along with being tied up and everything but still fight back with words to show him that he is not the boss. Cheyenne will not let him control her and that she will keep her mouth shut around him. Cheyenne is going to allow herself to get tied up and that’s as far as it will go. The guy claims that he will take her back or let her go in a while once the whole kidnapping calms down with the police. I have a feeling that Cheyenne will cooperate with and trust him because she has already let him tie her up and has forgiven him for the misunderstanding of her being in the car. She will let him keep her for a few days but be very cautious with the things he does. If something is out of her comfort zone, or he does something wrong, then she will fight back. Considering she is blind and doesn’t know where they are, she has to trust her other senses. Cheyenne will go along with anything that doesn’t make her feel uncomfortable and wait until she can find her way back home. She might become friends with the guy and will not tell her step-mom or the police exactly what happened. Instead she might make something up. Cheyenne will have an adventure out of being kidnapped and can do just as many things as any other ordinary person can.

If no ears, then you could not keep track of things you hear. If no touch, then you could not feel everything around you. If no scent, then you could not smell things. If no taste, then you could not taste foods or any other thing that goes into your mouth. If no eyesight, then you can use every other sense better than an ordinary person.

Thank You, Ma'am

Authors Note: This piece was originally written by Langston Hughes. Our assignment was to create what happens next. Either right after Roger left, 6 months after, ten years later, any time. I wrote about what happens right after he leaves her house. The italic and underlining is the writing that I wrote. It normally ends by saying... And he never saw her again, but I cut that last sentence and created my version.

She was a large woman with a large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails. It had a long strap, and she carried it slung across her shoulder. It was about eleven o’clock at night, and she was walking alone, when a boy ran up behind her and tried to snatch her purse. The strap broke with the single tug the boy gave it from behind. But the boy’s weight and the weight of the purse combined caused him to lose his balance so, instead of taking off full blast as he had hoped, the boy fell on his back on the sidewalk, and his legs flew up. The large woman simply turned around and kicked him right square in his blue-jeaned sitter. Then she reached down, picked the boy up by his shirt front, and shook him until his teeth rattled.

After that the woman said, "Pick up my pocketbook, boy, and give it here." She still held him. But she bent down enough to permit him to stoop and pick up her purse. Then she said, "Now ain’t you ashamed of yourself?"

Firmly gripped by his shirt front, the boy said, "Yes’m."

The woman said, "What did you want to do it for?"

The boy said, "I didn’t aim to."

She said, "You a lie!"

By that time two or three people passed, stopped, turned to look, and some stood watching.

"If I turn you loose, will you run?" asked the woman.

"Yes’m," said the boy.

"Then I won’t turn you loose," said the woman. She did not release him.

"I’m very sorry, lady, I’m sorry," whispered the boy.

"Um-hum! And your face is dirty. I got a great mind to wash your face for you. Ain’t you got nobody home to tell you to wash your face?"

"No’m," said the boy.

"Then it will get washed this evening," said the large woman starting up the street, dragging the frightened boy behind her.

He looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen, frail and willow-wild, in tennis shoes and blue jeans.

The woman said, "You ought to be my son. I would teach you right from wrong. Least I can do right now is to wash your face. Are you hungry?"

"No’m," said the being dragged boy. "I just want you to turn me loose."

"Was I bothering you when I turned that corner?" asked the woman.

"No’m."

"But you put yourself in contact with me," said the woman. "If you think that that contact is not going to last awhile, you got another though coming. When I get through with you, sir, you are going to remember Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones." [IA1] 

Sweat popped out on the boy’s face and he began to struggle. Mrs. Jones stopped, jerked him around in front of her, put a half-nelson about his neck, and continued to drag him up the street. When she got to her door, she dragged the boy inside, down a hall, and into a large kitchenette-furnished room at the rear of the house. She switched on the light and left the door open. The boy could hear other roomers laughing and talking in the large house. Some of their doors were open, too, so he knew he and the woman were not alone. The woman still had him by the neck in the middle of her room.

She said, "What is your name?"

"Roger," answered the boy.

"Then, Roger, you go to that sink and wash your face," said the woman, whereupon she turned him loose--at last. Roger looked at the door—looked at the woman—looked at the door—and went to the sink. [IA2] 

Let the water run until it gets warm," she said. "Here’s a clean towel."

"You gonna take me to jail?" asked the boy, bending over the sink.

"Not with that face, I would not take you nowhere," said the woman. "Here I am trying to get home to cook me a bite to eat and you snatch my pocketbook! Maybe, you ain’t been to your supper either, late as it be. Have you?"

"There’s nobody home at my house," said the boy.

"Then we’ll eat," said the woman, "I believe you’re hungry—or been hungry—to try to snatch my pocketbook."

"I wanted a pair of blue suede shoes," said the boy.

"Well, you didn’t have to snatch my pocketbook to get some suede shoes," said Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. "You could of asked me."

"M’am?"

The water dripping from his face, the boy looked at her. There was a long pause. A very long pause. After he had dried his face and not knowing what else to do dried it again, the boy turned around, wondering what next. The door was open. He could make a dash for it down the hall. He could run, run, run, run, run!

The woman was sitting on the day-bed. After a while she said, "I were young once and I wanted things I could not get."

There was another long pause. The boy’s mouth opened. Then he frowned, but not knowing he frowned.

The woman said, "Um-hum! You thought I was going to say but, didn’t you? You thought I was going to say, but I didn’t snatch people’s pocketbooks. Well, I wasn’t going to say that." Pause. Silence. "I have done things, too, which I would not tell you, son—neither tell God, if he didn’t already know. So you set down while I fix us something to eat. You might run that comb through your hair so you will look presentable."

In another corner of the room behind a screen was a gas plate and an icebox. Mrs. Jones got up and went behind the screen. The woman did not watch the boy to see if he was going to run now, nor did she watch her purse which she left behind her on the day-bed. But the boy took care to sit on the far side of the room where he thought she could easily see him out of the corner other eye, if she wanted to. He did not trust the woman not to trust him. And he did not want to be mistrusted now.

"Do you need somebody to go to the store," asked the boy, "maybe to get some milk or something?" [IA3] 

"Don’t believe I do," said the woman, "unless you just want sweet milk yourself. I was going to make cocoa out of this canned milk I got here."

"That will be fine," said the boy.

She heated some lima beans and ham she had in the icebox, made the cocoa, and set the table. The woman did not ask the boy anything about where he lived, or his folks, or anything else that would embarrass him. Instead, as they ate, she told him about her job in a hotel beauty-shop that stayed open late, what the work was like, and how all kinds of women came in and out, blondes, red-heads, and Spanish. Then she cut him a half of her ten-cent cake.

"Eat some more, son," she said.

When they were finished eating she got up and said, "Now, here, take this ten dollars and buy yourself some blue suede shoes. And next time, do not make the mistake of latching onto my pocketbook nor nobody else’s—because shoes come by devilish like that will burn your feet. I got to get my rest now. But I wish you would behave yourself, son, from here on in."

She led him down the hall to the front door and opened it. "Goodnight!" Behave yourself, boy!" she said, looking out into the street.

The boy wanted to say something else other that "Thank you, ma’am" to Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones, but he couldn’t do so as he turned at the barren stoop and looked back at the large woman in the door. He barely managed to say "Thank you" before she shut the door.

Wondering out in the cold, Roger continues to think about Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. How she kicked him as he was lying there back flat on the ground. That's how it started out anyway. Roger thought about now it ended up with him in her house and her giving him the trust of staying in her living-room. But where was he to go now?

He had no home in which to live. His parents had left him weeks ago. Roger continued to go to school and got a job at a restaurant. He was trying  to make it on his own and get the money he needed at least to survive. Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones could have been possibly willing to take him in.  If only she new. He barely got the chance to even say thank you to her. Roger didn't know why he was going to steal her purse. Well he did, but it wasn't that great of a reason. He just wanted blue suede shoes. EVERYONE ELSE at his school had them. But that was that.

He walked around trying to find a place to sleep for the night. Continuing to walk, there were cars coming around the corner of the road. One in particular, stopped right beside him. The window rolled down. "Roger get in the car. Come home." The lights were bright and he couldn't see who was behind the wheel. He wasn't just going to get into anybodies car. Especially somebody saying to come home. He didn't have a home. Until, the lights dimmed down in the car and he peered through the window to see Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. Now it was clear to him.

What was YOUR definition?

Author's Note: This piece was originally for the Patriot's Pen Essay contest but I lengthened it so that it could be the essay to be scored instead and that I am happy with.

The flag with broad stripes. The flag with bright stars. The flag whose body billows in the wind. The flag with red stripes. The flag with a blue square. The flag with 50 stars. The flag with white stripes. The flag that is hung from a flag pole. The flag that represents The United States of America.

“Whose broad stripes and bright stars…”  This is part of our National anthem. The root word of National is nation. Our nation. “one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”  One nation as a whole. We are one nation joined together. But it didn’t just happen that way. Our founding fathers didn’t just set us up and we were good to carry on for the next thousands of years. We had to put a lot of work into it and fix up what went wrong when our founding fathers first took control.

Our founding fathers really should have thought long and hard about the choices they make and the consequences that we will have in the future of America. Everything has changed since our founding fathers had started this country. For example, even something as simple as the Pledge of Allegiance has been changed multiple times. It started out as… “"I pledge allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation indivisible, with liberty and justice for all." The main outline of the Pledge of Allegiance was stating that you were making a pledge to both the flag and the Republic. And not only to the flag, but to my flag. This is our flag that they are talking about. Also, notice how the original pledge did not have the words, “under God.” Originally, they were not having us pledge that this nation is one of which stands under God. Although, the thing that they did state was that there was liberty and justice for all.

Liberty: When everyone is free within the set laws of authorities (our government). Justice: Being just or fair, so everyone is treated equally. There were slaves in America! Hello!? Did our founding fathers not know what liberty and justice meant? Was Martin Luther King Jr. free? Because if he did have liberty and justice, then I don’t see why he went and wrote I have a dream. One would only write that, if they actually had a dream and he did. It was to be free. So he didn’t have that clearly stated so called liberty  and justice. But if the pledge states that everyone has liberty and justice, then that’s the only thing you can do right? I mean it says it right there so according to government, he was free except for some minor exceptions that they decide to leave out. No! He wasn’t free! Another example, Rosa Parks. She was free because it says so right there in the pledge that everyone says before school starts in the morning. So because she had liberty and justice, she had to give up her seat for a white man? If you didn’t have white skin, you were either stuck way in the back of the bus or you were off. That isn’t how liberty works. That does not sound just or fair to me so I don’t know what was going through the heads of our founding fathers.

If somebody is a citizen of America, they shouldn’t be treated any less because of their skin color. There is no difference in people. Everyone is equal. What happened to justice, founding fathers!? What was your definition? I know my definition is when EVERYONE (I cannot stress that enough) is treated with equal fairness and equal rights. I don’t think Rosa Parks was being treated fair when she was kicked out of her seat! It’s a bus for crying out loud! Everyone should be treated equally for other things but it all comes down to something as silly as riding a bus from one place to another, that Rosa Parks would have to give up her seat for a white man.

I would really like to know their definition and understanding of our pledge. It doesn’t compare to what it means now. I personally think that it is pretty sad that people would come over to America to be free, and find themselves having to run away from being sold into slavery and having to find only certain states to be free in. We are The United States of America. One nation  as a whole. Together, fighting for what is right. But our founding fathers? They didn’t give us what was right.

Rumor Has It

Author's note: This is my conflict resolution piece showing the main conflict, and how to or how it gets resolved.


When you first meet someone, do you care right away if they like you or not? Most people don’t care if they don’t even know the person, but it was much different for Audrey. She first met Mailee and instantly wanted to know what Mailee thought of her. Actually she didn’t even meet Mailee, she just saw her at the bus stop. Audrey definitely formed an opinion about her right away.

In order to find out what Mailee thinks of Audrey, she starts a slam book. A slam book that reveals a bunch of secrets. A slam book that you can ask your own questions in. A slam book that everyone reads and passes around. A slam book that reveals everyone’s likes and dislikes. A slam book that hurts people’s feelings. A slam book that isn’t allowed.

Once Audrey reads what Mailee wrote, she isn’t very happy with the outcome. This has been the only thing that Audrey was worried about and now she feels hurt by it. She was so consumed by it that she hadn’t been treating Carmen like best friends should be treating each other. It wasn’t worth it because it was all for nothing. Mailee doesn’t like her, doesn’t want to be friends with her, and so Audrey won’t even try to be a friend to Mailee either. She decides to take another look at the slam book with the hurtful words enclosed.

She looks at the faint pen in writing. The answer to the question, Audrey Jones is…? There on line 37, (Mailee’s line) it says, “A lousy friend and a terrible volleyball player.” Audrey felt as if she were bleeding inside. She looks at line 37 in the back of the book where it is supposed to say Mailee’s name. But all that is on the line is one big question mark. Once she examines it closer, she recognizes the small curl on the end of the question mark. The same one that Carmen makes.

Calling Carmen, she feels a little bit of hope as if Carmen will hopefully forgive her. Carmen’s brother picks up the phone and Audrey asks to speak with her friend. After a few moments of silence, Audrey hears Carmen’s voice on the line but her brother then picks up the phone and says, “Sorry not here.” Then all goes silent as the call ended. Obviously Audrey knows that she is mad and she knows she has to fix things between them.

This reminds me of one time with my friend Brooklyn. The main conflict between me and Brooklyn was that she didn’t want to hang out with me or talk to me because I was so consumed with other things. She was sick of it and after talking about it with her, I realized that I was wrong and we fixed the problem between us. This is the same situation that Audrey is in. The main conflict was person vs person. Audrey vs Mailee and then it completely changed to person vs person but between Audrey vs Carmen.

After Audrey finally got to talk to Carmen, she apologized and they made things right again between them. That was there way to resolve the conflict between them which allows that to be the book's resolution. This is what happens when you drift away from one of your best friends. Audrey was wrong and she realized that. They were in a fight because Audrey decided to obsess over something nobody else would. It was because of the slam book. The slam book that hurts people’s feelings. The slam book that isn’t allowed.

Into the mirror

Author's note: This is a fictional cause and effect piece. It shows the causes and effects of a girl's decision to become an anorexic and it shows the consequences of that decision.


If I didn’t look in that mirror, nothing would have happened. I wouldn’t be where I am today. If I didn’t look in that mirror, I wouldn’t be in the situation that I am in. If I didn’t look in that mirror, I wouldn’t be such a disgrace to look at. If I didn’t look in that mirror, my life wouldn’t be the same.

These TV shows are such lies that everyone watches. Barbie appears across the screen.I am thinking, stuck in deep thought; Pacing, stopped in mid tracks; Listening, my ears glued to the sound; Watching, my eyes not blinking… Everyone in the world is so concerned with looks. Without even thinking about it they just want to look perfect. Barbie is just a piece of plastic perfectly shaped, and flawless. Everyone thinks of her as their role model. Who looks like her? What person has her slender body shape? Who has her perfectly conditioned hair that falls flawlessly down her back? Nobody.

Nobody has her flawless looks. Well except maybe for my beautiful friends, celebrities, and models, but not me. I’m not even close. I continue watching TV with all of the Barbie and get skinny commercials. If only I could look like all of those people. Those “Barbie” people. The only thing wrong is that I am not skinny enough. Not skinny enough to be a “Barbie.” I go over to the mirror and peer into it.

 I just want to be skinny. How and why did I ever have to look like this?  What makes my stomach expand so much? Food. When I eat food I look less skinny but when you don’t eat food, your stomach will remain the same size. I want it to remain skinny. I just won’t eat food.

Every night once I get home, I tell my mom that I am going to eat upstairs and then I feed it to my dog. Already, I can tell the difference in my looks. At first, I started to get really hungry, but now my stomach just gets used to the feeling. Pretty soon, I will look just like a Barbie. Until my mom finds out from one of my friends.

I got taken to the doctor as soon as she found out. People would start to glare at me from how terrible I looked. I had to explain everything to the doctors and nurses. They ran multiple tests. The doctors came to tell us the results. Anorexia.

I was a complete wreck. I had to drop out of school so that I could get treatment every day for 4 hours. Food would be grinded up and fed to me through a tube. It was disappointing that I couldn’t even eat food by myself, that’s how ill I became. All day I would sit there getting needles poked into my skin that would leave a piercing feeling. In the hospital every day. That was my life. I could have had a much better life if I was thinking and didn’t make such an ignorant decision.

 People need to except who they are and how they look. That’s exactly   what I was saying, but I needed to understand it about myself first before others. If I really was concerned, I would have eaten healthier and made sure that I was exercising. God made you the way you were for a reason. One little decision, can lead to something much bigger.

If I didn’t look in that mirror, I would have never been in the hospital. If I didn’t look in that mirror I wouldn’t have learned how to except myself. If I didn’t look in that mirror, I would have never stayed strong in my character. If I didn’t look in that mirror, people never would have told me how beautiful I can be just the way I am. If I didn’t look in that mirror I would have never felt so good about myself. Nobody is  a “Barbie.”

Broken

There were fifteen seconds left while playing basketball in gym class. Taking control of the ball, I promptly started dribbling down the court. Just about to shoot a three-pointer, I extended my arm into the air; the ball was just about to leave my fingertips. I jumped and landed right on my ankle.

I stumbled, trying to get up but I just couldn't. Starting to cry buckets by the tons, I couldn't feel my ankle at all. Anyone in this situation would have just wanted the pain to go away and go straight to the nurse. Ms. Emmer came rushing over and told Chloe to take me there. I couldn't stand on my ankle so I was told to sit in the rolling office chair and my friend would push me down to the health room.

I sat down on the chair as Chloe started pushing me through the gym. Once we got to the door, there was another class waiting to enter. I felt so embarrassed getting pushed around on this little chair with wheels so I got up and started to hobble on my one uninjured foot. Chloe helped me walk down as I was still in tears.

Once I sat down, the nurse took off my socks and shoes and my ankle was harshly swollen. It was black and blue, and the size of a tennis ball. Sheer pain would surface through my leg. Every two seconds there was always somebody different coming into the health room to see if I was okay. I began to feel extremely annoyed and overwhelmed by so many people.

My aunt finally got to the school and we began to drive to the hospital. Once we got there, my mom met us in the lobby and I got wheeled into the back room. I was sitting in the wheelchair with my leg propped up.

I got taken back into the exam room to get ex-rays done. I found that I fractured the bottom of my bone in my leg that is known as the tibia. The nurse gave me a black boot and it hurt remarkably bad the first day because my ankle was so swollen.

Having my boot on brought me a lot of attention. It was not that bad at all, in fact I enjoyed it.  If only I were back in those last fifteen seconds. Being back in those last fifteen seconds, I would have still taken that shot. In those fifteen seconds, I would have let myself fall. Being back in those fifteen seconds, I would have my ankle broken.

Retelling Tuck Everlasting

Author's note: This was meant to be a very short and small retelling of Tuck Everlasting that summarizes the book in a quick way. It is supposed to capture and hook you so that you may want to read the book.

In the woods a girl waits, destined to become part of the world and feel as if she belongs. Now, she has a chance for that by discovering the deepest secret kept by the a strange family in the woods about a magic spring of water. Decisions can be the hardest things in life especially at such a young age. Once you make a decision all shoots high, or all goes wrong. After all, actions have their consequences.

No trumpets will sound

Quotation Analysis

Quote: “No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.”

            -Anges de Mille

“No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.” When the quote comes to mind, I can relate. I definitely agree with it. It says “no trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made.” There is no rejoicing or rewarding. You don’t need to be rewarded for making the right decisions in life. It should be something that you just do.

Usually you want to make that decision a priority. For example, the way I see it, you shouldn’t be rewarded for going to college. That is something that you should just do. And if you don’t go to college, nobody should have to punish you and you shouldn’t go looking for a punishment, because it will come find you. You won’t have a sturdy education, then you might not find the right job or one that you excel at and has good pay. If you don’t have those things or at least a good job then you won’t have any money to raise a family, let alone yourself.

If you do however except the fact that you will not be rewarded when you make an important decision, people will still look upon you saying that the decisions you make are right.

“Destiny is made known silently.” This is saying that once you do make those important decisions, nobody is going to congratulate you but you know that you have made the right decision and it will set a sturdy future for you.

Many times when I would do something, I would ask my mom if I did a good job, as if needing her approval. She says to me, “Jordan, if you think and know that you made the right decision, then I am more than likely proud of you, but I am not going to reward you for it because it is something that you should just be doing out of your free will and not just for approval.” She was saying that when I make an important decision that I should be, she isn’t going to rejoice because it is something that I should do by myself but she is still very proud on the inside.

That quote reminded me of what my mom would always say to me. I can very well relate to it and grasp the concept of it.