the old man and the sea essay

When a person faces a problem in life they have to deal with the consequences that they run into in making their decisions. If there decision are chosen well then the consequences will be good. But if the decision is not right or affects someone in a negative way then the consequences can be bad. The choices that the old man in the story that had great consequences were, his decision to not allow the boy come fishing with him when he offered, the mans decision to keep hold of the fish after he was no longer in sight of the island of Cuba, and the old mans choice not to pull the great fish into the boat after the first shark had attacked. Each of these choices had an outcome that was not to his advantage.

The old mans first choice, not to let Mandalin come out fishing with him, was his first mistake. If the old man had had the boy with him went he had gone out then the boy could have helped the old man catch the fish and the old man would not have been to stressed by him self when the great fish was pulling him. “I wish I had the boy,” he said aloud and settled himself against the rounded planks of the bow” here the old man even admits to himself that it was wrong of him not to have the boy come with him. But now that he had already made that decision he had to deal with the consequences which were that he had to fight and kill this fish alone, which would be hard, but the old man was determined.

When the old man made the choice not to let go of the fish when he could no longer see the island, he made a bad decision which affected him negatively in the long run. By holding on to the fish and letting it pull him into the middle of the gulf of Mexico. This made it harder for him to get back home if he did catch the fish because there was the chance that he might get lost. But it also made it a long trip home with such a huge fish. A he probably knew that a few sharks were going to visit him in the long run. “ then he looked behind him and saw that no land was visible.”(46) the old man was starting to think about letting go here, but he didn’t, because he thought about how great the fish was. The old man knew he would be able to find his way back. But he had no idea how far out the fish was going to take him in the end.

After the first shark had attacked the boat the old man made the decision not to pull the great fish into the boat. By not pulling it into the boat the old mans great fish was brutally torn away from him by the sharks, and all the man was left with was the sword off the head of his lucky catch. His bad decision not to pull the fish into the boat led to the old man only coming back with a story of his lucky catch. “ they were up on the bow now and driving in one after another together, tearing off pieces of meat that showed glowing below the sea as they turned to come once more.”(118)the sharks were ripping apart the fish and as they were they were ripping apart the mans luck, hopes and dreams. The sharks came and took what the old man had worked so hard for, and now it was all gone. This was the consequence for going out too for and for not pulling the fish onto the boat. The old man probably felt foolish.

All the old mans decisions above ended with a negative effect towards the old man. But not all decisions end with a negative outcome, in fact 50% of decisions you make end up in a positive way. That is why u are given a choice, because you are supposed to make the right decision and if the decision is the wrong one then you must suffer the consequences. that’s also why you should keep a positive out look on everything.

Look Before You Shoot

The town of Brooks was a lively town off of highway 96 in the northern part of Maine. There were always tourists and families coming and going through the town. There were the occasional accidents where one car hit another, but not much more than that usually happened. But that was about to change.

It was a cold day in November, and it was hunting season. But it was a Sunday so no one was really out hunting. Three boys were hanging out over one of their houses, when John had the great idea of taking his fathers rifles and going into the woods to try to find a deer. Jack and Dylan weren’t so sure about concurring to go out into the woods, but John reassured them that if they got caught that he would say it was all his fault.

John, 14, was a tall, thin but muscular boy. His father was the best hunter in the town and they lived off the money his father made during hunting season. Jack, 14, was a scrawny boy whose parents had left him in Brooks when he was 12 years old with his aunt and uncle. His uncle too, was a hunter but was nowhere near as good as John’s father. Dylan was a young boy who was only 9 years old; he lived on the outskirts of town with his grandparents, and tried to get away from home as much as possible.

After John persuaded Jack and Dylan to come with him they snuck inside and grabbed his fathers three 22’s. They dashed out of the house and into the cold. They ran through John’s backyard and into the woods. Dylan kept looking back to make sure that no one saw them. As they darted through the woods, Jack had thoughts racing through his mind about what would happen if they got caught.

As they were running through a clearing, they stopped when Dylan saw something out of the corner of his eye. Jack said he saw it too, and thought it was a deer. John laid down in the tall green flora, in the middle of the clearing, and waited for another movement. When he saw it he took aim and deftly fired. He heard a loud yelping noise then a thud as the deer fell to the ground. The three boys ran over to see how big the deer was.

Jack was the first one to reach the deer. He screamed when he got there. The other boys ran up behind Jack.

"Whats wrong?" said John, and Dylan.

Then they saw it. There wasn’t a deer laying there on the ground limp, there was a man. There was a hole straight through his head. It went in the back of his head, and in the front there was a gigantic hole where the bullet had come out. John and Jack started freaking out.

"Now I rue ever coming out here at all!" Jack said, with a scared voice.

"What do you mean, you wanted to come out here!" John exclaimed.

"No, you said that nothing bad was going to happen and you convinced Dylan and I to come out with you!" said Jack

"Nevermind that, what are we going to do?" said John.

"We?" Said jack "You shot him!"

"But if we go back and tell we will all get in trouble for being out here with the guns anyway," said John.

They looked over at Dylan who was just shocked at what happened. . . He started murmuring something and then started lamenting. The man that was shot was his grandfather. He could tell because he had his name tag on from the garage he had worked at. Dylan leaped and grafted John and tackled him to the ground.

"Why did you shoot him? Why did you kill my grandfather? You asshole!"

Dylan was thrashing John for about five minutes before he got tired and rolled over onto the ground. He lay there weeping.


"Now what?" said Jack.

"I know said John. "The only way we could possibly get out of this without any of us getting in trouble is to quiet the only person who will talk."

"What do you mean?" said Jack.

"We have to kill Dylan," John whispered

"What? that is absolutely insane!" Said Jack. "You are kidding right. We can’t kill Dylan!" Jack Screamed.

Dylan over heard their fracas and stood up and started running. John quickly turned around, aimed and fired. Dylan fell to the ground.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Screamed Jack, "You just killed one of your best friends."

"I had to make sure he didn’t say a word," replied John.

"How do you know I won’t say something," said Jack.

"Because if you do, I'll kill you, too. I didn’t want to kill him Jack! But if I hadn’t I would have gone to jail for life," John replied calmly.

Then John’s voice deepened, "And I don’t want to go to jail JACK!, Now help me bury these bodies, We cant leave them out in the open like this."

Meanwhile back in Brooks the whole town was looking for the three boys and no one could find them. It was starting to get dark so the towns people started into the woods looking for the boys because they knew the boys wouldn't last in the cold at night.

Back in the woods Jack was reluctantly helping John drag the bodies to a hole that he had made Jack dig with his hands. The palor of his skin was caused the the freezing cold zephyr that passed through the area. John had subjugated him and was making him do whatever he said. Jack’s hands were all scratched up because the dirt was frozen, so Jack had to break through the frozen dirt with his fists.

As John was dragging Dylan’s body to the grave, Jack saw an opportunity to escape and started sprinting, back to town. John saw him, and started shooting. He shot twice and both times bullets just hit trees that were next to Jack. He was running for about five minutes before he noticed the towns people walking through the woods looking for them.

Jack ran up to the sheriff and told him what was going on. The sheriff sent three men back to the station to get rifles and the rest of the police ran into the woods following Jack to where John was. The police stopped a few hundred feet from the place where John was, and planned out their approach. Then two officers went in and took John by force. John got two shots off, but luckily nobody else was seriously injured. They pinioned his hands, and dragged him out of the woods to the police station.

John was charged with 1st degree murder, on two accounts, and was sent to a Juvenile hall until he turned eighteen, He would then be sent to a state penitentiary, where he would stay for the remainder of his life.

As for Jack, six years later he moved from Maine and is now living in Omaha, Nebraska with his wife and two children. Their names are Dylan, and Jordan. Dylan was named after his best friend, who John had killed.

Basketball in the Garage

Is it up to one person to determine the value of something, only if for money, but you cannot tell some one else how much they value something in state of mind? There are moments in your life that are priceless to you, which no one else can experience, or take away from you. But there are also items that are valuable to you money wise. Each of these moments or items is special to you for certain reasons that no one can change.

There are a lot of moments that very valuable to me, but this has to be the best. My most valuable memory was when my mom and I used to play basket ball in our garage at night. When I was three years old night my mom and I would go in to the basement after dinner and play basketball. It was Wednesday night the urge surged through me as I waited for dinner to be ended. I ate my dinner quickly, went down in the garage and started practicing. I felt the small bumps of the orange ball in my hand I released and it swooshed I knew tonight something good was going to happen. My mom came down after dishes and we played, she was skillful with the ball, but I knew all her tricks and stole the ball from her. After a while the game was tied. It was my moms ball, she maneuvered around me, went up to the hoop and slam dunk. The noise echoed in my ears, as I heard the hoop go crunch and the entire rim broke off. For a while I was a little sad, then we were on the ground laughing, it was so funny and it was one of the best times of my life.

There are not many items that I have that are worth very much financial value, but my ipod is probably my most valuable. I’m bored and I feel the need to get a good laugh. I take out my ipod, turn off the hold, and wait for it too come to life. I scroll through the options until I come to video, click and watch as my favorite comedian comes to the screen with his ventriloquist dummies. Jeff Dunham is the best. I sit back and watch for a while until I get bored with it so I switch to some rock and roll music. I sit back and relax, as my fellow soccer teammates argue on the bus ride back from a game.

There are not very many ways in which these two are similar but both of them bring warmth and happiness to me. Whether it is when I listen to my ipod, or think about playing basketball with my mom on Wednesday nights. There are a few differences. My ipod is special to me because I saved my money from working over the summer to be able to buy it because I wanted one extremely bad. But the memory is something that has been in my head since I was three and I will never forget it. If I had to choose between keeping my ipod and keeping the memory of playing basket ball with my mom, I would choose to keep the memory. The reason I would keep the memory is because, I would never be able to get it back and I would be devastated if I ever forgot it. But loosing my ipod wouldn’t be so bad because it is easily replaceable; it just takes a little bit of time and effort.

If I had to choose which one of these was most important to me I would probably say that my memory of playing basketball with my mom was most important. When ever I miss my mom, because I haven’t seen her in a while and I am sad and down in the dumps, I think about this memory and it helps me get through the day and reminds me that she loves me . I also always know that the next time I see her I will run up to her and give her a big hug and tell her how much I love her. My ipod can also help me through a day by relaxing me. But I think that my memory is far more important and makes me a lot happier when I think about it. I would much rather keep my memory over any thing of financial value to me, because I know that anything of financial value can be replaced.