Tag: Personal life

My faith is very complicated because I come from a Buddhist background and Learned Buddhism and been a very good follower of it. I was born in Sri Lanka. Growing up in a Buddhist family in Sri Lanka, my faith was initially introduced to me by my parents. My parents claimed to be strong Buddhists and they practiced their faith very often. Because of them I was very involved in practicing and learning more about Buddhism. To me Buddhism is a way of life. Buddhists believe that life is pain…

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I would like to share some of the memories and perceptions I have concerning this unique, rare and original human being called Kurt Cobain. I knew Kurt during his teen-age years in the period from about 1979 to 1984. I was in my mid-30s and living in and near Montesano. My sister married Kurt’s dad, Don, and also lived in Montesano. My grandfather comprehended the intelligence and individuality in Kurt at a time when Kurt was being beaten down mentally and physically. “Gramps” often told me of his respect for…

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What influences a person’s identity? Is it their homes, parents, siblings, or possibly where they live? When do they get one? Do they get it when they understand right from wrong, or when they can read, or are they born with it? Everyone has one and nobody has the same, is there a point in everyone’s life when they get one? A person’s identity is their own, nobody put it there and nobody can take it out. Everyone in this world has a different identity because they all make their…

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The only acceptable motive for a moral action is that it should be done as a sense of moral duty. Is this a justifiable claim? Before it is possible to analyse whether the statement, The only acceptable motive for a moral action is that it should be done as a sense of moral duty, is a justifiable claim we must consider what ones moral duty is and if is it dependant or independent on the consequence of its action? For example we could state ones moral duty is never to…

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What influences a person’s identity? Is it their homes, parents, siblings, or possibly where they live? When do they get one? Do they get it when they understand right from wrong, or when they can read, or are they born with it? Everyone has one and nobody has the same, is there a point in everyone’s life when they get one? A person’s identity is their own, nobody put it there and nobody can take it out. Everyone in this world has a different identity because they all make their…

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I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings is a story about a Black female growing up in the American South during the 1930s and 40s. Maya Angelou, the narrator and author of this book, writes about growing up in a society filled with racism and hatred. From rape to racism, Maya Angelou has experienced an immense amount of hardships and grievances her whole life. Through these experiences, Maya learns the true meaning of courage, independence, and trust; she realizes that the hardships and various experiences in ones life can only…

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Oh how my life has changed, but it’s not just my life it’s everyone’s now with all this inventing going on the things we have today are so different then when I was growing up. In 1861 when I was a child we lived in poor little run down shacks of wood on dirt streets with no iceboxes to keep our food from spoiling, we had to keep our food in cellars or in running streams in our back yards. Now a day’s kids ride trolley’s to and from school,…

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As I began reading my first section, I was introduced to the realism of poverty. As the McCourt family migrates from New York to Ireland (due to poor prospects in America) their lives are drastically changed. As they go from indoor plumbing in their apartment in Brooklyn to lavatories in Limerick which carry every type of disease, the family’s unhealthiness is furthered. I can not imagine living in such conditions where flushing toilets do not exist for which to use the restroom in. I can recall times when I would…

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Physically I’ve always had my ups and downs. I suppose it all depends on what’s going on in my life that would allow adequate amounts of physical activity. Most of my physical activities are done in the summer and the least amount is done in the winter. That’s not to say that I don’t get a little here and there all the time. Most of my cardiovascular fitness is done in the summer, whereas any other exercise I might have is done mostly other parts of the year. Currently I…

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If I won the lottery, I would choose to remain in my condominium and do some remodeling. The room that I have the most plans for is my daughters room. First, I would paint the walls and woodwork. I want to the bottom half of the walls pink and the top half white with a chair rail border to divide the two colors. Then I would put in a cushioned window seat with a builtin bookcase on each side, going from ceiling to floor. The window seat would store her…

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As an adolescent, there were countless times that I disagreed with my parents. Ninety-Nine percent of the time I argued with my parents, just for the sake of an argument. I know that after almost every argument I can remember muttering to myself, that I will never treat my kids as my parents did. To fulfill this teenage fantasy I will need to overcome two giant hurdles. First, my nature or genetic makeup comes from my parents. Also, the environment that I’m raised in or nurtured in is solely with…

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The pounding of my heart echoes in my ears as I glance around the classroom. Adrenaline and fear mix in my veins as I look at them. These are my competitors; just like those that I face on the basketball court or on the track. I have to beat them all. John stole my highest grade, Suzie beat me on the research paper, and Casey aced the math test. Not today though, today is my day. No one will be able to beat me and I will show them who…

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I have a cousin who’s little girl, Christina was born mentally impaired; she, at the age of 7 has no mental functions despite those of a very basic nature. She has total congenital hearing failure; she cannot speak. It is incredibly frustrating to communicate to this unfortunate waif of a child. To supplement the ever increasing costs of care for her, my cousin and her husband have agreed to, on alternate weekends provide a medical lab with a fascinating research subject; a real live little girl. Last weekend, they inserted…

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