jackmcleod

       When I was six years old, I played on my first baseball team. That’s when I fell in love with the sport. Until I was eighteen my life revolved around sports. While in Middle school I started playing football and basketball. From the time I was ten I played sports year-round. When one sport season ended another started for me.  I played not only for the love of the games but for the competitiveness and the happiness that winning brought me. Most athletes probably will not admit that, but I will, winning was and is important. Loosing wasn’t an option for me and because of that I never walked off a field or court without knowing I gave everything I had and did my absolute best.  That was very important to me. Playing sports, I made great, life-long friends. Being part of team taught me how to work with a group of people, being part of an organization and how to fight through adversity.  High school sports put a lot of pressure on athletes to do wel...

  POST 6                                                                                                                                The Cross         The Cross I wear around my neck is a well-known symbol. The cross is respected by many people, particularly those of Christian faith. They regard the cross as a sacred object.   Most people believe it represents salvation, hope, love, and freedom, among other things. Others attack Christians for worshiping the cross, which they see as a symbol of brutality, ter...

     I n the fictional story  ‘The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas’, t he residents of the imaginary city of Omela.   The people in Omela appear to have happy and full lives.  According to the narrator, they are not simple folk, but they are happy.  Although the narrator admits to not knowing everything there is to know about Omelas' laws and rules, they believe there are only a few. Basically, the Author describes a place that is perfect, maybe to perfect.  After describing how wonderful everything is  the narrator mentions one final detail: "in a basement under one of the ‘beautiful public buildings’ of the city, or perhaps in a cellar somewhere in a private house, there is a child of nearly ten years old, though they look around six years old, so malnourished and stunted are they."  The child is confined to a single chamber, where they are forced to live in their own filth. The child is occasionally given just enough food to keep ...