the more you know the more you grow

I think that the website about myths and creation was really interesting. I think that it is really important for people to study and compare myths and creations from around the world because it helps all of us to better understand one another. I think that people who are uneducated are very ignorant and often judgmental. I think that if is a very good idea for everyone to learn whatever they can about different cultures and regions. I love learning and gathering new information because it makes me feel like I am well versed and more open to different ways of thinking. A lot of people are so stuck in there ways simply because they do not know anything else. The more you know the more you grow. I think that statement is very true, the more knowledge you gain the more you grow mentally and socially. So I liked that this website gave us information on myths from all over the world. I like to feel like I am connected and that by obtaining new information I can be knowledgeable about different countries all over the world.

we are all the same

From the beginning of the story Lily’s character seems to be almost unaware or at least acts as though she was unaware of the color differences. She was not racist at all and she truly felt that we are all just people, love is love. As the novel progresses she begins to get a better understanding of the different races, I think she is maturing and realizing the differences and that the black and whites were treated differently. I do not think that Lily was ever a racist, however I think she did in some ways have an understanding of what roles each race should play. In her household she knew that the servant was black, and throughout her community this was so. This did not mean she treated the servants badly, however she did feel that was the role they belonged in.. As the novel progresses she finds herself realizing that the world that she knew is not how it is. That the black and the whites, can be whoever they want to be and it is not dependent on there color to make them who they are. The author did a great job portraying Lily’s maturity and growth throughout the story and she grows very close to August, May, and June and she eventually loves them as her own family. Lily goes through what I would like to call an evolution throughout this novel. She goes from merely accepting what she knows, to defying the rules and her customs and stepping outside that box to let love in. She realized that we are all the same, we all love the same, and it didn’t matter the color of your skin, but instead the love you had to give.

A friday i will never forget

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This prompt confused me a little bit, however I am going to go with my gut on what I think the question is asking. Oh and warning I am not a great story teller but I am going to try.
I remember it like it was yesterday, it was a very warm summers day, a Friday I believe, during summer break. My mom decided we would go to the park that day, “get out of the house,” she said. So we all hopped in the van, yes we had a minivan, it was my mom, my youngest sister Sam, and I. We all buckled up and made our way to the store, we were going to pick up a few things so we could have a picnic, then we packed up and headed on. At the time we lived in east Lancaster and we were heading out to Apollo Park, so it was quite a ride. Ten minutes into the drive my little sister, who was two, was getting fussy in the backseat. So mom told me to give her something to play with to keep her content. I looked around the car and found a necklace, one I had made a while back with my bead kit, it seemed to catch her eye. I gave her the necklace and a few minutes later she had quieted down. Finally, some peace. A minute or so later I looked back to check on her and saw the beads all over the floor and then I looked up at Sam and she was turning almost a shade of blue. I started to yell “stop, stop, it’s Sam, she’s blue.” My mom immediately pulled off the side of the road and went to grab my sister. I then went to the back of the van and try to help my mom, she told me to call for help. I called for help and in the mean time my mom was trying to dislodge the bead from her airways, my mom was an RN so luckily she knew what she was doing. I was no help, in the background flipping out, panicking, I could barely breath myself. I was waiting for what seemed like forever, when I heard my sister gasp for air. My mom started crying and picked my little sister up, we all began to weep. I was so thankful to have heard that little breath, it was like for just a minute the whole earth stood still and all I could hear was the sound of her heart, it was music to our ears. Minutes later the paramedics arrived and checked my sister, they told us that if she would have gone without notice for one more minute she probably wouldn’t have made it. The paramedics checked Sam out and said “she should be fine, you guys are all lucky.” I was so happy, but at the same time I felt such an enormous amount of guilt. I knew that the only reason that my sister had nearly died was because of me. Who gives a two year old a necklace made out of little plastic beads. I felt so horrible, it was like the whole world was resting on my shoulders, that’s the weight of the guilt I was holding. I picked up my little sister and rested my hand over her heart, it was the only thing I could do to keep me from bursting out in tears. I knew that it was only by the grace of God that she was still with us. After the crowd that had gathered, disbursed, we got back in the car and headed home. The day defiantly did not go as planned, but we were just thankful to all have each other.


I am not sure what animal I would compare my feelings of guilt to. All I know is that to this day, before I go to bed I go in and feel my sisters heartbeat, just to know everything is ok.