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Writing to Remember Essay

Denise Thornton

Ohio Christian University

October 17, 2016

Stay in Your Lane

Later in the post you will come to understand why I said, “in the name of Jesus stay in your lane.” Better yet, never proclaim knowledge in matters out of range of the center of your expertise. That practice will make you a better person. For now let me tell a short story.

It has been a long day riding up and down the highway with my husband in his (18) wheeler truck. I sit here beside him, with no regrets, pleasantly reminded of how our lives have changed.

Later in the post you will come to understand my frustration with people who refuse to stay in their lane.

, and never deviate from your lane of language either. This advice may very all be the most important instructions any trucker or human can be given. If he or she does not something bad can happen. These words can apply to off road situations as well but we’ll get into that later.

Beside me sits the man I married more than fifteen years ago. Back then he was an “addiction specialist,” had been for more than 20 years. Today he drives an 18-wheeler. he’s a truck driver, pushing a big rig suitable for living in the event we opt out of traditional habitats. Surprisingly, I find myself in awe of his obvious new-found job contentment. Hel loves it!

Subsequently, I find myself thinking out loud, and thanking God for making it possible for me to ride alongside him during this empty-nester stage of our lives. I thank my Lord a second time for making it possible for me to eagerly pursue my college degree while over the road. These thoughts ignite an excitement within me manifested from an accelerated fascination for learning new things. 

I am like a child with a new toy. A rejuvenated spirit of a new level of inquisitiveness resides in me. This head on my shoulders is most definitely being used for more than a hat rack. I am not only on fire for the Lord but I am burning bridges that lead to nowhere. Finally, after several minutes of reminiscing, my mind gives permission for me to put present thoughts to aside. I flip the script.

Time to focus on academics. A little voice in my head reminds me that my laptop is behind me on the sleeper. I must wait until we pull up into a rest stop to get it. Minutes later my husband assures me, the rest stop is only minutes away.

Refocusing seems to immediately invite unwanted anxiety brought on by an earlier unpleasant virtual encounter in one of my favorite online college classes. My thoughts are stagnant but scattered. I recall my last encounter in one of my online classes. I remember. Thoughts of unpleasantness come to mind. My “This I Believe narrative essay” takes front and center stage. 

My assignment is being peer-reviewed by at least two classmates.  Fears are calmed when I remember that our professor gave instructions for completing peer reviews.

I log into my online college class. There are no new emails or comments from my professor yet. The story is different on my first “This I Believe” Discussion board where peer reviews are in force. Classmates have been busy as little bees. Almost everybody’s “This I Believe” essay has been peer reviewed by at least one fellow student, including mine. Immediately I realize Guidelines are not followed.

My fellow classmate peer reviewed my work based on personal opinion. A further review of her review indicates that she is bothered I did not elaborate more about my son’s death. I am bothered she did not review grammar, structure, flow or any other requirement on the peer review guideline our professor provided.

In the peer reviewer’s own words, “She would have liked to see me delve more into my son’s death and deeper explanation on how his death made me feel?” My heart implodes! I think to myself, “I know I described how my son’s death made me feel in my essay somewhere, even though his death is not the main topic of the essay.”

I began to read it again for the umpteenth time. Like I thought, my essay conclusion presents a more than vivid insight into how I feel about my son’s death. I am perplexed, wishing I could personally read my essay conclusion to the fellow classmate who peer reviewed my essay. I realize that I cannot so instead I decide to let my conclusion speak for itself.

This I Believe “The Best Things in Life Are Free” CONCLUSION

In August of 1994 my son was struck by a vehicle and killed. I can honestly say that his death changed how I look at life. I would have given away all my possessions, or my life if either would have saved his, but nothing I owned had the power to breathe life into the nostrils of humans. On that day, I realized that material things cannot make up for voids caused by loss of love or human life.

Living for today means recognizing that the most precious gifts in life do not cost you a dime and are put here to be cherished but the best things in life are free.

The end 


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