"There are many people in my life that I emulate, but the one person I chose to live my life as I think he would is Nelson Mandela. The first black elected President of South Africa may be an odd idol to have; but ever since my family and I visited Robben Island three years ago, I am constantly thinking about the difficult choices he made. Mandela was put in prison for attempting to better a racially segregated country; when he was finally freed he was not bitter, he was stronger and he used this strength to unite a country. I believe he has touched my life in a way that drastically changed my views on everything I knew; I believe he made me strive for an education in hopes that someday, I may impact this world as he has. Although I have never met Nelson Mandela, I don’t believe that makes him any less personal in my life; he has taught me to forgive but never forget, so that I may grow and learn from all of my hardships. I have also learned to appreciate everything I have, and to give back to those who were not so lucky. I now know that it is not race or religion that separates people, but the fear to become stronger if you unite, for some people think power shared between two cultures is not power at all. The question remains is, how could Mandela be anything less than inspiration?" |
Saturday, March 13, 2010
SI Application Forms
JSHS vs. John Swett
Thursday, March 11, 2010
33.2
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
03.08.2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Hello Stranger
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Not Really A Walk In The Park
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Hot Steams
You are walking down an empty road and you know there is no one by your side, and yet you constantly glance behind you in attempts to find them. A small shadow that you catch in the periphery of your vision and when you strain to find it once more it is but a distant thought. You laugh off this odd sensation and your instinct is to run because you know there is someone there, watching you from afar, and yet breathing down your neck all at once. You are terrified and yet you find some strange comfort in knowing someone is watching over you, even for an instant. So you keep on walking, and glancing, and feeling their gaze set directly on you, and you long to see them so you know exactly what is screaming in your ear ever so silently. But you do not dare look, for even though you know they are right behind you, you are sadly aware that once you turn the lights on they will disappear; waiting until the darkness returns.