People all around the world have beliefs. Different, similar, identical, beliefs. They believe in God. They believe in love. They believe in other people. I believe everything happens for a reason, for a purpose. I believe in Fate.
I believe there is a reason behind this madness we call life. I believe every step this direction, every stubbed toe or broken arm is for a reason. When I’m running late. When I get stuck at a red light or I miss my exit on the highway, I think .. Would I have gotten into an accident if I darted through that yellow light? Was there a deer crossing the road on that exit? This is fate. (A fixed decree by which the order of things is prescribed; the immutable law of the universe; inevitable necessity; the force by which all existence is determined and conditioned. [1913 Webster]) This is what I believe. I believe in fate.
Last week I was at my girlfriends house. She and I were watching a movie and working on some homework. Long story short we got into a little disagreement. Now normally I wouldn’t have left considering I was supposed to spend the night but that night was different. I just left. And as soon as I did I felt strange like I was doing something wrong, id had made a mistake. No sooner that I got over this feeling am I driving down eastern avenue do I see this SUV driving on the other side of the avenue coming up. He vehicle starts to drift toward the sidewalk up atop the sidewalk and into a telephone pole right in front of the fire station. I stopped and ran over to this truck that was completely totaled air bags deployed the whole bit. Thankfully he was only a little shaken up. I called 911 and the dispatched rescue. The police quickly arrived and maybe 10 minutes of the guy’s horn being amplified from the impact someone from the fire station came out too.
A day later I walk into cvs pharmacy to get myself an Arnold Palmer half & half. There is one women in front of me, she needs something from out of some case in the back that needed to be unlocked by an associate. The cashier says “no problem” and they both walk away and leave me standing with my .99 cent drink in my hand. Well that’s just fine with me maybe a minute later another cashier comes to the front and tells me she can take me at the register down on the other end of the transaction counter. “No problem” I reply. I walk over, and I hand her my drink. She scans the can, .99 cents. I hand her a five. She gives me some change and a receipt. I jumble the money a bit and drop the receipt, so I go to pick it up. What’s this?
It looks like a five dollar bill. Oh no wait it’s a Fifty dollar bill. Don’t mind if I do. I pick it up nonchalantly and I walk out. Fate? A little repayment for a good deed the night before? I’ll take it.
Two summers ago I used to ride my street bike with a few other guys. I was the youngest. Everyone else was 20 or older. I had just gotten my permit and its illegal to drive after dark. But I did, we all did. We would drive up to providence almost every night , Thayer st. theirs little restaurants and shops but most important to a 16 year old boy, college girls. So why wouldn’t we be up there every night. Well its Saturday night sometime in July. Just a beautiful night. And the guys call me up, hey hey you want to come up to prov tonight. No I think I’m just going to hang in tonight I‘m feeling a little sick anyways. Which I was. Ok ok be a b**** , yea yea I’ll talk to you later. Around midnight I get a call. They were racing some car on the highway Josh hit the back of Timmy’s bike at 180mph and took a little bit of a spill, he’s in the ICU at RI hospital I need to wake up his cousin and bring him to providence. Meanwhile and ER nurse is on her way to work she sees the accident take place from the other side of the jersey barrier she is already preparing for him at the hospital. When we get to the hospital they obviously wont let us see him or tell us anything. So we sit and wait. And wait. And then Timmy sees someone, some girl he knows from god knows where. And he talks her into getting us each a few minutes to see him while he is in the ICU. We do. Two at a time we go and talk to him. He’s covered in blankets because he thinks he is cold from the shock. The blankets are covered in blood. There was blood everywhere. There was blood running down the stainless steel of the cot he lay on to the floor. A nurse had to come in with a mop and wipe it up. And he lay and shiver and the nurse would stand and mop. With every second that I stay and tell him everything will be ok I am just thinking to myself. What if? What if I would have came out tonight? Would I be in a hospital bed now? I don’t know. And it simply leaves me with nothing left to believe but fate. That everything happens for a reason.
You could say all of this is simply coincidence. You could say its all luck, good or bad. I believe it is not coincidence. I believe it is not luck. I believe there is a force by which all existence is determined and conditioned. I believe everything happens and does not happen for a reason. I believe in fate.
Joshua Bonanca
English 11 Dr.Tinberg Post Write: This I believe
How do you feel about the paper so far? Please explain and offer evidence from the work.
I feel that this piece is a fairly solid first draft that gives me a good foundation to work with and improve.
This piece has three real events that follow up my belief in telling how my belief wasn’t necessarily formed but held together and basically reassured every so often.
What remains to be done? Please be precise.
I’m sure much of the grammar and punctuation needs to be changed. I tried to really work together a solid starting point so I can take in criticism and build on this piece rather then build destroy and rebuild. It may or may not have to be shortened. I use a small text size so I am not sure.
What questions do you have for readers about the piece?
Do you believe in fate?
How do you feel about the paper so far ?
What are you criticisms?
Good points and bad points of this piece?
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Reviewer’s Name: Adam Rusin
ReplyDeleteDate: 09/23/09
Josh Bononca: This I believe
In your own words, fully and with precision, describe what the assignment is asking the writer (your partner) to do? Please use your own words rather than merely quote from the assignment.
The assignment simply stated for us to write and essay around 450 words. The objective of the essay was for us to write about something we strongly believe in, and it was meant to be read out as a radio show segment.
To what extent has your partner met the expectations of the assignment? Please pick a passage as illustration and describe what works well there. Again, try to use your own words.
I can honestly say that my partner did an amazing job writing his essay. For a first draft I was almost shocked how well he had nailed it the first try. One thing done very well was his actual flow of the paper, as you read it you can literally flow the words out of your mouth as if they were a sentence, I know it sounds awkward, but that’s what I get most out of it. A good example of this is when he says “Long story short, we got into a little argument. Usually I wouldn’t have left seeing as I was supposed to stay the night”. To me that sentence almost sounds like one-on-one conversation. It kind of helped me feel it better.
What area needs more work? Why? Please pick a passage as illustration and describe what isn’t working.
This is such a hard question for this piece, I can honestly say I don’t have any real changes to make to this piece, he states his ideas, and beliefs, gives solid examples from personal experience. Just a well written first draft.
Please indicate TWO questions about the draft and at least ONE suggestion for ways to improve it.
I’m not sure what to ask, the piece was clear and straightforward. I’m not trying to take the easy way out and not answer the question, but Im really stumped. Maybe a suggestion could be to try using another example; I really think the piece is great.
Wow, I would have to agree with your partner, this is pretty solid work! The stories that you recount are amazing, and completely relevant to your point. I actually disagree with you a bit, I think we all are in control of our own destinies to a point, but regardless of belief, your paper is damn good.
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