November 3rd was the day I was supposed to go to Keene with my friends to watch our high school soccer team play. Of course I couldn't go, because I forgot to take work off that day, and my boss really needed me to come in. I told Kyle and Tim that I couldn't go and watch the game with them. I really wanted to go, but most of all I wanted to ride in Kyle's 88" SAAB 900 Turbo SPG. It was his pride and joy; he had just put $4,000 into his jet rocket engine and another $1,500 in accessories. Kyle always told me that his car would be the death of him.
I went off to work as Kyle and his brother Tim went off to the soccer game. All day I was thinking about how much I really wanted to go with them. All I wanted was to just have a great weekend. Well, I thought to myself, at least I"m hanging out with them when I get off work. It was about 5:15pm when I started home from work. Kyle told me to give him a call around six or seven because the game was ending around five. I was just waiting in my room, wasting time, until I saw lights in my driveway. I looked outside to see whose blinding lights those were beaming in my bedroom window. It was the Amherst Police Department. They asked if they could come in and talk to me for a bit. Of course I let them in because I was curious about what they had to say to me. I thought they were here to collect all those fast food carpets I stole from McDonalds and Dominos. I was surprised though when they asked me if I knew Kyle and Tim Cristman. My heart just dropped to the floor. Quickly I said, "Yes." Then they finally told me that Kyle lost control of his SAAB on Route 101, and went head on into a Yukon Denali, a car that is ten times the size of his puny SAAB. "Are they all right?" I asked. The cop looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I"m sorry, Matt, they died in that horrible crash." .
I was supposed to be there with them; maybe they wouldn't have crashed if I were in the car.
They all had guns. ... Does this story shock you? ... "Why?" ... They believed it enough to die for it. ... I hope that you will remember this question every day for the rest of your life: He died for you, will you die for Him?...
Why wasn't I sad? ... I understood why death was so painful, why my aunt was crying and screaming, and everyone was so sad. ... Hearing that hundreds of people had died, my sympathy went out to the thousands of people grieving. ... But now I realized that when you die, you aren't completely gone. ... When you die, people start to reminisce about all the memories they've had with you, admire the person you were, and hold on to that forever. ...
Briefly state why you choose this specific action. ... An innocent man died guilty and wrongfully accused. ... Briefly state why you choose this particular course of action. ... If one became invisible had access to endless amounts of cash, would they take it? ... Jesus Christ practiced altruism, in fact he even died for this cause. ...
On Death and Dying On Death and Dying is one of the best books I have ever read when it comes to giving you new insight into the minds of those that are not going to be here much longer. ... This naturally leads to the question "why me?". Then it becomes "why me? why not him?". ... There is the kind that comes from losing something they had in the past. ...
There are reasons as to why you should or shouldn't keep the baby. ... They know that they are dying, while you are aware you are causing that pain. ... Why couldn't the women that have had abortions decided to give up their baby for adoption? ... No matter how you look at it, the baby that you made the choice to have and kill had no way to say how it felt and what it wanted your decision to be. It wasn't their fault that you had sex and got pregnant. ...
Why I would just as soon put a hog in the electric chair as this?" ... This shatters every last piece of dignity that he has ever had. ... Another place where it is illustrated that Jefferson might actually be understanding why he must die with dignity is when Grant says, " I want you to show them the difference between what they think you are and what you can be. To them you"re nothing but another nigger- no dignity, no heart, no love for your people. You can prove them wrong" (191). ...
Christian Dior had always dreamed of starting his own fashion house. ... As Dior began to worry, fate played out when one day someone said to him, "I know that you are looking for a space, so why don't you go by the Avenue Montaigne. ... He had both formal and informal styles. ... Dior had much success in 1952. ... By the time of Dior's death, his name had become world renowned. ...
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