Destiny in my life is something I never put hand in hand, faith and God is something I’ve never deem necessary to compete. One early morning in February of two thousand and eight I was woken to recurring rings from a cell phone. Finally I brought myself to stand; I was in haze of some sort hearing words being spoken through a muffled ear receiver being listened to by my mother. As I walk through the dark hall feeling the wall to guide myself as though I haven’t lived in this place for years. My mother sitting on the couch in her night gown smelling of gardenia, her ever most favorite hand cream, she turns to me tears rolling from her face pouring through her eyes and says “Your uncle Freddie died.” At this point I am confused…what do I do with myself, what is my reaction, how will I cope in front of my mother? I turned walked into my cousin’s room and said “my uncle Freddie died” then lay quietly on her bed and cried.
Faith is defined as belief in, devotion to, or trust in somebody or something, especially without logical proof. (Encarta Dictionary) See, I believed in love, faith and consistency. Consistence is what I got, six months later my first love died in a swimming accident at the University of Oregon. To hear the news that the very first gentlemen who taught you or even allowed you or even gave you love perished by means in which you cannot even picture in motion. To die in motion and leave the one who loved emotionless. His death was about chances never ever to be gained, hope of love maybe being shared, cared, felt and or even smelt again stolen. When time is never to be had or gained, even if it could never be, faith or hope being stolen by swift life’s fate.
By every account, I must rationalize that their fate, the lost of their lives is my fate. I loved both those men beyond measure and too have those lives taken while having faith and believing in destiny I must know it was my fate… 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. (Alfred Lord Tennyson's) As is, better to have believed in faith, God and destiny even if it was never hand in hand and realize with each dawning moment that another’s fate can only be ordained by them. While knowing that your fate is allow your grief to be subdued by trusting in something or somebody without logical proof.
About Me
- MerCedes
- Buckeye, Arizona, United States
- Four years ago I was asked to write an all about me, I was sixteen years old and thought of my life as a blank canvas. I believed I had deep thoughts and dreamed beyond the horizon, I jump through hoops, ran past dreams, into the arms of me. I depended on air to help me breathe, while I trusted in god to provide that air for me. You tell me I can’t and I show you I can. That’s me, defiant of all odds in the pursuit of greatness. So far I have become the young woman I dreamt of being, only with life’s hardships and too many sufferings that followed me. I always find it interesting how people want you to some up your life in a page or two, when you’ve lived twenty pages; I guess nothing is fully inclusive. My father says that he has forgotten more now than I could know at my age, I presume that’s the point, to write an about me is suppose to be the great highlights of your life, from the many people you’ve known, loved and befriended. I love to think of my life as a blank canvas, a work of art never to finished, always willing, and able to add more. I feel comfortable ending this about me as the last, all about me is a canvas I'll spend a lifetime painting creating and contemplating.
Hi Mercedes. I'm looking forward to getting to know you better; welcome to the course! This story - though just a simple blog post - shows great promise. I love the voice and the combination of stories that are shared. Description of your mother crying was incredible, and the description of your first love's death was told in a profoundly poetic way. Thanks for sharing these stories; I'm excited to read more!
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ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your first post, even though it was incredibly heart wrenching. Something like that is difficult to go through, however I thought you did a great job putting it into words. There was great details, and I thought you painted some scenes very well. I look forward to reading your next post.
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Hey Mercedes! It's Jess.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you wrote about your initial reaction. Though the grieving process is never really understood fully nor is it the same for everyone, the initial shock is overwhelming. I love the way you posted questions in sequence to blatantly show the confusion. Very dramatic and well written.
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ReplyDeleteMy heart automatically goes out to you. I can't even begin to imagine the pain that was inflicted upon you during that time in your life. I can only hope that it made you stronger; and from your story, I can tell that, although incredibly painful, you were made a tougher person because of those atrocities.
I love how you believe so much in your faith and understand that certain things, such as those explained in your story, simply cannot be controlled, but rather are a part of a force that is unpredictable and destined to happen. Some things are simply a part of fate.
With that being said, the only constructive criticism I have is to proof-read your story before you publish. I noticed a few spelling/grammatical errors and found myself re-reading a couple sentences because I didn't understand them due to their structure. Otherwise, great job and I am eager to read more!