My Story

Film Analysis : Iron Man

Ordinary World: Well the character that becomes Iron Man, is used to the world revolving around him, and is kind of in a shell created by his own ignorance. He doesn't seem to understand normal everyday struggles.
The Call: The call is when he is captured by terrorists, and he has to make/create weaponry for them, and when he realizes that he needs to change the way his company is run.
The Refusal:
Meet The Mentor: The doctor who saves his life in the beginning shows him a lot of things. Including, the fact that there is no reason to live through trials if there is no one or nothing to live for.
Crossing the Threshold:
Enemies, Tests, Allies: Enemies would be Obadiah, his business partner, the terrorists. Tests were like him trying to make the suit better, or making the "missiles" for the terrorists, or finding the flaw with the ice. One of his main allies was his secretary, then there was the doctor guy, the military guy.
The Approach: One of his set-backs was hurting his secretaries feelings, then discovering flaws in his suit.
The Ordeal: When he is first gets attacked in the beginning, then when he and Obadiah are battling, and you think he is about to die, because Obadiah has a suit too.
The Reward: He gets his secretary, and the label "iron man".
The Road Back: He has to have a press conference, to dodge some rumors.
Resurrection:
Return with Elixir He learns the value of integrity, and being a good person, appreciates the people around him, and values lives he doesn't know.

My gift

World peace, ending world hunger, boosting the economy, curing cancer, housing the homeless, making everyone skinny, everyone beautiful. As a sixteen year old girl, what can I do? Or, more like, what can I give? I can barely hold a 3.5 grade point average, I can’t manage my anger towards my brother, I make macaroni and cheese on my dinner nights, my college of choice is “wherever I get accepted”, my career of choice is “undecided”, and my ACT score is a low twenty-one. So what is it that I can do, what can I give, that someone would want? We would all like to change the world, from “paying it forward”, to becoming President of the United States. And yet the unsatisfactory thought of, failure to change the world in a huge way, creeps into our minds, and keeps us down. The fact is that we can! Just because we don’t have headlines in the newspaper dedicated to us, or we can’t see the immediate effect we have had on the world around us, doesn’t mean that we haven’t accomplished something potentially life-altering. After pondering this for days I have decided who I extend my gift to. I give it to all those who will listen, or rather, to all those who need someone to listen, I give them my attention. I give them my care, and I give them my friendship.
The heartache hurts, I know; the post-crying headaches, I am all too familiar with. I just need someone there with me, someone to hold me and let me cry without saying anything. And isn’t that the gift that of all people, I should be the one to give? Be a sanctuary not tangible to the human body, but to the human mind, for those who need me the most.
We all have that feeling of being alone, in our own despair. The feeling that no one, no matter what, can comprehend what we are going through. Subconsciously, we know we are wrong, and yet, we would rather be alone. Why would we want to suffer alone when we have those friends that are there for us? Is that not what friends are for? Often people just need to know that someone cares, and that they aren’t alone.
Recently a friend and I were driving around and he seemed sad. So I started to open up to him, tell him how I was feeling. When I was finished, I asked him if he was okay. A flood of unwelcome emotion washed over his face as he proceeded to tell me what has been going perfectly wrong in his life. It was sad, and for most of what he told me there was nothing I could do, nothing I could say to make it better. All I could do was tell him how sorry I was, and that things weren’t his fault. I felt so helpless, but then he thanked me. He thanked me for listening, and being there for him. That is when I decided that there may not be solutions to every problem in the world, but if all I contribute is my attention, and care, for those that I directly affect, for those who need me.
I know what you are thinking, and you are right. There is no logical way for me to befriend and listen to every single person who is in need of one. So how am I supposed to give my gift? Every person has a circle of influence, those people surrounding them that they affect the most. I can not be love and genuinely care about every single person I come to know, that is one of my downfalls, but maybe this gift that I give to others will in turn help me see in others what they don’t portray themselves.
Across the globe, my name will stay unknown, across the nation, I will stay un-heard of, and across the state my name will stay undiscovered. But the small effect that I will have on those who matter most to me will overpower it all. My gift I give to all those in my reach, and I give my hope and my faith in healing to all those I can’t.

My Gift, My Sanctuary

(I am not done with it! there will be more)

World peace, ending world hunger, boosting the economy, curing cancer, housing the homeless, making everyone skinny, everyone beautiful. As a sixteen year old girl, what can I do? Or, more like, what can I give? I can barely hold a 3.5 grade point average, I can’t manage my anger towards my brother, I make macaroni and cheese on my dinner nights, my college of choice is “wherever I get accepted”, my career of choice is “undecided”, and my ACT score is a low twenty-one. So what is it that I can do, what can I give, that someone would want? We would all like to change the world, from “paying it forward”, to becoming President of the United States. And yet the unsatisfactory thought of, failure to change the world in a huge way, creeps into our minds, and keeps us down. The fact is that we can! Just because we don’t have headlines in the newspaper dedicated to us, or we can’t see the immediate effect we have had on the world around us, doesn’t mean that we haven’t accomplished something potentially life-altering. After pondering this for days I have decided who to receive my gift. All those who will listen, or rather, to all those who need someone to listen, I give them my attention. I give them my care, and I give them my friendship.
The heartache hurts, I know; the post-crying headaches, I am all too familiar with. I just need someone there with me, someone to hold me and let me cry without saying anything. And isn’t that the gift that of all people, I should be the one to give? Be a sanctuary not tangible to the human body, but to the human mind, for those who need me the most.
We all have that feeling of being alone, in our own despair. The feeling that no one, no matter what, can comprehend what we are going through. Subconsciously, we know we are wrong, and yet, we would rather be alone. Why would we want to suffer alone when we have those friends that are there for us? Is that not what friends are for? Receiving a call in the middle of the night, from a friend that is disoriented and in need of comfort, who wouldn’t try to help them? Often they just need to know that someone cares, that they aren’t alone.

Forgotten Love

Could you give my heart,

Back?

Everytime i am around

you i feel its presents.

I miss it,

So i try to be

around you often.

but since thats

not working out.

I want it back.

My Life (Fight)

FIGHT if you ever want to achieve,

FIGHT for those who can't,

or for those who wont,

FIGHT if you ever have witnessed a crime.

FIGHT.

FIGHT if you have been funny or liked,

at someone else' expense.

FIGHT if you dont want to fight over "there",

FIGHT for the weak,

and the illprepared,

FIGHT.

FIGHT if you've ever been broken hearted,

slammed down on the ground,

and you darted.

FIGHT.

FIGHT for the cowards,

for the lovers, unloved,

FIGHT if you've ever told

a young one,

everything will be okay,

FIGHT if it wasn't.

FIGHT.

i rEmEMbeR...

i remember the warm

brick

ground in my backyard,

the summer mornings when the

sun would heat them, and

i would go out and soak in the

sun.

i remember yellow walls.

i remember jeremy my first

boyfriend.

i remember mud fights in

a stream with jocelyn,

the mud

dried and we washed off.

i remember the tingly

feeling i felt every-

time _____ held my hand.

i remember when _ _ _ _ _

held my hand i

felt

nothing.

i remember being dissapointed.