on a bright day essay
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◆A Bright Sunny Day
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It was a bright sunny day and I always look forward to bright sunny days. You see I am a C- 4 quadriplegic and like most quadriplegics we love to feel the sun on our faces. You see our faces are not affected by the spinal cord injury and the sun feels wonderful. So on this bright sunny day coming out of K-Mart, I decided to sit and sun gaze as I do so often. There on the sidewalk, right outside of K-Mart I paused for a moment or two looking up at the sun. I quickly noticed out of the corner of my eye a lady, probably in her 40’s with a little boy, probably 6 or 7 years old. They were about 50 yards away from me. I wouldn’t have given it another thought but I noticed the youngster pointing at me and saying something to which I assumed was his mother. As I continued to wonder what was being said I noticed the lady giving him something and then telling him something while they both looked at me. All of a sudden the young kid started to walk toward me skipping and smiling. As he got closer I suddenly realized what was happening, so I prepared myself to receive it well. He walked up to me and handed me a dollar bill. I quickly said thank you to him but told him to tell his mom that was not needed and gave it back to him and he ran off as quickly as he came. I then quickly decided to do my sun gazing in another location.
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English essay It was a bright sunny day in July. The sky was painted a bright blue and the shiny green grass glistened in the sun. It was a great day for football. Russell, the manager, huddled us together and said the usual speech before the game, " I wan' to see you play your best and go on an show 'em what you got". "1, 2, 3, GO LIONS." everybody chanted in rhythm. My head up, I thought to myself the wonders of what would happen if we won the championship. I could see myself holding up the cup in glory, but if that was going to happen or not I wasn't sure. Before going on pitch, we all got kitted up in our neat yellow and blue strip. Once equipped, we all gathered into a long line and marched up on to the pitch exchanging evil looks with the other team. The crowds were cheering us on to the field and as we walked slowly into our positions we each echoed, "come on Lions" to each other. ...
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He and I looked deeply at my red sore swollen ankle. Before he said anything I desperately squalled quietly, "can I go back on now?" He looked into my eyes with remorse and said, "no". I looked back onto the pitch to see the team struggling as we only had ten players on the field. It was a corner for the Spartans, they had crossed it in and headed it down toward the bottom right of the goal. I looked at the team and they all gave me a glance. I covered my face with my hands. I went over the moment again and again. If only I had moved away in time this might have not happened, I knew it. It was my entire fault that we were going to lose the game. The whistle blew to declare our loss, as all the Spartan fans jumped into the field and flooded the pitch with happiness. I went straight to my dad's car; I could not face any of the other teammates. My dad drove towards home and stated, "maybe next time son", but that was the only chance we could have to grab the title. I gave a short cry as we drove off towards the sunset.