During RE we designed a sticker that goes on the back of a car to inspire people driving behind you to encourage others to make them happy!
I was in the middle of playing the piano, the sound of “hey now” by Dave Dobbyn playing in the background. I could hear my dad singing along like his life depended on it. Suddenly the room went dark and the house went quiet before a loud crash. The cover of the piano keys had fallen on my left hand, just as quickly the rest of the roof fell apart. A brick from the ceiling fell down landing on the cover of the piano keys trapping my left hand even more than before. Blood started pouring out, running down the leg of the piano. My hand was on fire, it felt like it was burning. The walls started collapsing, making me stuck in place. The smell of smoke filled the room, finding its way to my nose, making me unable to breathe. With the last of my voice I start screaming for my dad. Suddenly I see a man standing in the doorway, a man that looks much like my dad, he’s holding my baby sister in his arms. I start reaching out but it’s too hard, I’m stuck. Within a blink of an eye I see a large brick from the ceiling collapse on top of my dad and sister. Is this really the end?
It’s 12:07, 7 minutes past midnight. I’m outside kneeling in front of Wellington who’s dead, a pitchfork stabbed right through him. Mrs Shears had come outside whilst screaming. She thinks I killed him. Why would she think I killed him? Several minutes passed, Mrs Shears is now crying, she’s looking at me in disgust. I cover my ears as she’s crying, I can’t stand too much noise, especially a grown woman wailing. As time passes it gets darker, the stars are more noticeable but people have started crowding around the dog, even the police are here.
They start walking towards me with a stern look on their face. The man starts throwing questions at me, I try my best to answer all the questions as best as I can but the more they talk the more overstimulated I get. I kneel down, put my head against the ground and cover my ears and eyes. I know I should get up but I can’t. The police man grabs my arm and pulls me up. Without meaning to, I punch him straight in the jaw. The look on the policeman’s face tells me I shouldn’t have done that, he grabs my arm and pulls me up. Unwillingly he drags me to his car, I try to fight him off but he’s too big. I’m sitting in the backseat of his car,“Let me out” I keep repeating to the man but he doesn’t listen, why is he acting like this? I haven’t done anything so why is he trying to take me away.
Minutes have passed but it feels like hours of being trapped in this car. The scent of the officer’s fresh cologne lingering around the car. I roll down the window as his scent makes me mad. Why does he wear so much? We eventually reach the police station, he opens the car door for me and drags me to a questioning room. He uncuffs my hands and locks my only exit out of this room. He pushes me onto the chair against my will and calls my dad while staring right into my soul. My dad arrives and he already looks mad. The officer leaves to give us space, I kind of wished he stayed, it would make the tension in this room lessen. My dad and I just have a stare down, looking into each other’s eyes. I start thinking about everything and anything but more so Wellington, wondering if he’s still there. Without saying a word my dad suddenly motions for me to follow him outside back to our car, of course I listen. Although, as we get to the door leading outside, my dad slams it shut, I don’t get why? We’re driving back home, the windows down. The car ride is silent but this time it’s comfortable. We eventually pass Mrs Shears house, I start whispering “Wellington”over and over again. My dad gives me a look, signaling that I should stop but I don’t. We reach our house, my dad starts screaming at me but I can’t hear anything, my mind is only focused on Wellington.
This image I have created represents what Church means to me. The Body of Christ shows how whenever we take a bite out of the bread, we feel that God surrounds us with his warming presence. The people behind represent God’s people and how they go to church to have a strong relationship with him. When you don’t have a spiritul relationship with God, you’re more likely to commit sins in this world.
What are my resposibillities as a Global Citizen?
Socrates story ” the three sieves ” tells us about the importance of thinking before you speak. We need to ask ourselves is it Kind, True , Necessary and if its not don’t speak.
If I met Jesus in a park and he asked me… “are you living by my Beatitudes? ” I would say…