Have Compassion

I have always wanted to help out people who are or have been judged by others. I believe people should not be judged based on any circumstances.

 

I feel this way because most people who get judged cannot help the situation that they are in. Usually, people cannot change the hand they were dealt with in life. Therefore, this does not mean that this gives others, who are better off, the right to judge the less fortunate. It is my goal and belief to help those people to recover and over come their adversity.

 

I want to help people because of my own personal experience. When I was younger, I was a victim of being judged by my own team. The coaches did not care much for me. They did not try to work with me, much less give me the time of day. On the team, I was the youngest and smallest. The coaches did not believe in me because of my physical problems. they judged me due to my size, not my ability. What upsets me the most is the fact that I could not help my size or age, I could not change my physical attributes.

 

It is my goal to change the way most people treat unfortunate people. No human should be treated in such a way; it is not humane.

 

I feel that everyone who goes through judgement of others does not ever get over the treatment. They cannot help but let it bring them down; they feel  it is hard to over come the problem.

 

I was able to be delivered, for say, from the awful feeling that those people give you. Helping these affected people is something that is very important to me.

 

I feel responsible to help others affected. My mission is to help and recover them. I will do whatever it takes to tray and change their lives for a positive outcome. I never want to see these people suffer when I can do something to change their pain and problems.

 

I am someone who takes pride in helping others become better. If this task includes anything sucha as talking with them about their problems, I will. There is no reason for people to be sad or unhappy in our world today. I do not want something this petty to hurt someone in such a way. This is what I live and go by. 

No-Bake Cherry Pie

Ingredients:

• 1 package of cool whip (softened)
• 1 can of cherry pie filling
• 1graham cracker crust - get the expensive one

Preparation:

In a large mixing bowl, mix cream cheese, sugar and a small amount of milk as well. Let the mixture whip until it begins to become fluffy.

My mother always watches the mixture very closely. She is not, by any means a professional cook, but she get the job done. She stands over the mixer during the process. While we wait, she likes to talk about the latest happening thing in town.

"McKenzie, did you hear about what happened to her mother? Oh it was just awful. We should take her a pie today when we get done."

"Alright, that sounds good to me! I hate that she is having to go through that."

My mother never fails to think about what she can do for others while she is making these pies. She gives a pie to everyone she thinks needs a spirit-lifter or a happy as she would call it. I love that about my mother. She is always thinking of others before herself.

After we talk, we mix the cream cheese, sugar and the small amount of milk together. My mother gets so excited that she got the mixture just the right amount of "fluffy", she asks me to mix the next ingredients; while she is still beside herself.

While I take my turn mixing she decides that it is time for a break. When I say break, I mean that she is going to sit down and chat about what ever comes to the tip of her tongue. I love my mother and her personality. She is so enjoyable to be around. While she is sitting she supervises my actions, she talks with me.

"Do not let it get too fluffy, McKenzie."

"Yes, mom. I'm not new at this!"

When she decides that her break is over, she comes back to the kitchen island and gets a cooking again. She makes sure that my mixture is completed. She takes the mixture and puts it in the pie shell, but only fills it halfway. She covers it up with cherries. After that, she spreads the rest of the mixture over the cherries. Last, she covers the pie with cool whip.

When I see the last bit of the mixture hit the top of that piece-of-heaven pie, I get so excited for what is coming. I think to myself, finally I get to eat the pie. I move in for the pie, just as I get close, my mother swats my hand away.

"That pie is not for you sweetie." she says sternly.

"Mom, I made this pie, this is my pie." I say.

"No it is not. Now do not question me." she says.

Now I forgot to mention that the last, but unnecessary step is to let the pie cool. Waiting on my cherry pie to chill is like waiting on my grandmother to get dressed. I mean, God lover her, but she is the slowest person I know. While waiting, my mom suggests an idea.

"You can come and help me clean up, Mackie!" she yells.

"Do I have to?" I ask.

"No Mac. I guess you can get off easy this time." she says.

Now all I have to do is wait for my pie to cool. It takes around an hour to do so. After the time has passes, I bug my mother with questions.

"Can I eat it? Will you come cut it? It has been an hour, Mom!" I complain.

Finally, she comes to the kitchen to make sure the pie is in tip top shape foe me to eat. She gives me the all clear look. Finally, I get to eat my pie!

Cooking with my mother is always a highlight in my holidays. I enjoy every moment that I get to spend with her. She is such a fun and delightful person to be around. Especially when it id just me and her doing what we love to do; be together.

The Handsomest Man There Was

The Handsomest Man There Was

McKenzie Shirley

August 11, 2013

 

            Have you ever been given a great opportunity to reach out to others? When the villagers found the handsomest drowned man, they had a great opportunity to help the less fortunate. They had the chance to show compassion to the unfortunate. They were able to spread the word so everyone could help celebrate the less fortunate. They were able to show love for people whom they do not know. These villagers are respectable for their actions towards the unknown.

            To begin, the villagers were able to show compassion to someone who needed it badly. The handsomest drowned man was not very happy with his circumstances. They could physically see where his struggles were. He was a massive man who was sad. The villagers showed compassion by giving him the best funeral ceremony that they possibly could by dressing him nicely and treated him as one of their own. They showed compassion by treating him with respect as well. Everyone in the world needs respect so they can have a little happiness; even if they are deceased.

            They wanted everyone around them to come and send off the man with joy and peace. The massive man, Esteban, was a treasure to any village. They wanted to show him off, and they were able to share the joy with others. The villagers were able to shine light on the sad man. It is important to me that everyone is delighted with joy. I do not want anyone to not be able to have a happy moment in their lives. Unhappy people also deserve peace in their lives, just a Esteban needed. They also deserve to die with dignity.

            The villagers were able to show love to unknown people. They were appreciative of what they were given and wanted to show their love. Just because you do not know someone does not mean that you cannot show them love. Showing love to anyone can brighten his or her day. They will want to share the love that you shared and it will help more than just the person you decided to touch by your love. A chain reaction causes good.

            This is what this story means to me. People can show compassion in little ways and cause great things. They gave peace and joy to everyone attending; this causes everyone to feel comforted. They showed love to those of whom they do not know; it causes everyone to have a brighter and better day. This is how I view the story.

 

Injuries the Same

Injuries the Same

McKenzie Shirley

July 17, 2013

           

            The story of the Western Oregon softball player, Sara Tucholsky is very relatable to me. In this video, Game Winning Homerun Turns Tragic - Inspiring Display of Sportsmanship - Inspirational Video, a girl’s life was altered. First, when Tucholsky hit the homerun, she tore her ACL, or Anterior Cruciate Ligament, in her knee. In the moment, Central Washington showed great sportsmanship. When Central Washington carried Tucholsky, they ended up losing the conference game. I relate to Tucholsky because last season, I made a play that ended my freshman career. Diving for a ball, and ended up breaking bones and tearing ligaments in my shoulder. This injury ended my season.

            First, Tucholsky hit her first homerun of her softball career. In the excitement of the hit, she managed to miss first base. Instantly, she turned to go back, when she did this, she tore her ACL in her right knee: leaving her unable to complete the bases. If she did not complete the bases, she would not receive the homerun. Hitting a homerun is every softball players dream.

            Second, the opposing team showed great sportsmanship in this situation. Tucholsky’s team could not touch her at all; if they did, she would not receive the homerun. Central Washington did the unthinkable; they carried her to every base to complete the homerun. Most teams would never do such a thing as helping Tucholsky. They did by their own choice.

            Then, Central Washington carried Tucholsky around the bases to complete her three-run-homerun; costing the big conference game. The winner of the game would go to the championship game. They did a great deed and ended up losing, but they did not regret their decision to help a fellow player. This was a big loss for them. It was also a great gain.

            The story of Sara Tucholsky injury is easy to relate to; first, she hit a homerun that ended her career. Second, Central Washington showed great sportsmanship. Last, Central Washington ended up losing the big conference game. This is very touching. It is also relatable.

Six Word Stories (Summer Assignment 2013)

Never Serious, Athletic, Featured In The Paper.