.... this happened. But I found out when Okonkwo explained, with watery eye's, as if he was about to shed tears, which I had never seen him do before. He explained that his gun had exploded and an iron piece from it pierced the young man's heart, killing him instantly. Because of this, Okonkwo had to spend seven years away from Umuofia. I felt tremendously sorry for Ezeudu's now deceased son, but I felt even more sorry for Okonkwo, who had killed him unintentionally. That night I went over to his compound along with some other friend's, and we tried to calm him down, but it was no use, I had never seen him this upset before. We then helped him pack his yams, and .....

.... from one end of the plane to the other. The flight attendant said to us, "Welcome aboard the Pan Am 747 to London" while looking at our tickets to point us in the right direction. As I walked down what seemed to be an endless aisle of seats, I noticed a graceful all metal staircase that spiraled into the ceiling. The stairs gave off a feeling that a person has to have privileges to walk them. When we finally reached our seats, the seat belt signs turned on. I quickly hopped into the window seat and buckled my seatbelt. Soon the soothing voice of a flight attendant was giving instructions over the intercom on emergency procedures. I began to hear the .....

.... to know the things they went through to give me the luxuries I have today. But what if they didn't? What if we were still having to fight wars for our freedoms? I often wonder what slavery would be like? Looking in todays society slavery is still the same nightmare it was then. People in South Africa and Iran wake to this same nightmare everyday. They have no personal rights or freedoms at all. Everyday they live in fear for their lives. If its not being threatened by their own government its being threatened by the lack of food they receive. Imagining the things they go through everday makes me wonder about my freedoms. Why is it that I can go to my refrigerat .....

.... pieces to be melted in the batter. Well she was in a hurry, she had beds to make and drapes to clean so, instead of melting the chocolate pieces in the batter she just chopped them up in the batter, thinking they would melt during the cooking process. To her surprise they stayed very much intact See what happens when you do not follow the directions? Well, never the less everyone at the Toll House Inn simply loved them. In fact, they became so popular the recipe was published in the Boston Newspaper. The recipe was named the Toll House Cookie. One day Nestlé was going over their reports and they found that sales for chocolate bars rose rapidly in the B .....

.... 70 degrees. The full moon and stars brightened the skies and wilderness with a certain glow that the bright lights of the city somehow always devour. There was no path beyond the lookout. As we stumbled through the trees, we held our backpacks in the front of us so the needle written branches of the pine trees didn't smack us in the face. After a few grueling minutes the trees thinned out to expose the edge of a 100-foot drop off. I could see to the other side of the river. We've decided to lay our sleeping bags down on the edge of the cliff, it seemed to be the most level surface and the best view. As we looked up we could see the stars, thousands and .....

.... we wanted, and I told her that we were just here to find out 'bout the job. After getting a quick overview and job description, I was ready to work right away. Candy was also lucky enough to get hired as a nurse for $100 a month. I stepped into the bedroom and I saw about 25 kids sitting around a middle-aged man, listening to a story. As I stepped in, the story teller stepped over to me and told me what I had to do. Educate them and talk to them. That was it. I was getting paid $150 just to teach a group of handicapped kids. I sat down next to the story teller, Bob, and I looked around and carefully observed them. As I did this, I could see Lennie's face flas .....

.... I nudged my way through the crowd, and began searching for my seat. The aroma of beer and freshly roasted peanuts from the concession stands drifted towards me, and intensified my hunger pains. I noticed in the Dairy Queen booth a heavenly looking vanilla sundae, mounded with plump, juicy strawberries, and perfectly round indigo blueberries-it made my mouth salivate, and I knew that I had to taste one. As I edged toward my seat, I noticed Little Ceasars advertising grease puddled on top pepperoni pizza and a frothy mug; emersed with crisp cold beer…this teased my temptation. With only a few dollars left, and my arms filled with delectable treats, I .....

.... tendrils farther...until it caught another unsuspecting victim, choking and engulfing, destroying, leaving just another emtpy shell behind, devoid of any life. Night set in, the stars were obscured by thick blankets of smoke. The day was done. Stores got ready to lock up and street lights were turned on to aid the bread winners, so they may travel safely. Few were fortunate enough to own automobiles so they could avoid the cold dangerous streets and dark alleyways. Most shops were already abandoned, finished for the day. Yet few doors were still open, desperate for any last minute customers. One such shopkeeper was Phil Anderson. Anderson had wo .....