My Review on The Elephant Man

The Elephant Man was a great movie to watch. The story was amazing. To have such physical features and having to deal with them would be a real struggle. Much more than many people realize. Also having the patience and willingness to want to help someone like that takes much more. Dr.Treves was the most influential character for me. He took initiative to help give this man a better life than the horrible one he was living. When John Merrik was living with Bytes he had to go under conditions in which he didn't want to follow. He was ridiculed and laughed at for the money that Bytes was making. Dr.Treves felt as if he needed to do something for this man so he helped him. Many people today would not take in a man that was in John's condition. Much less to take care of him fully. I really like the character of Dr.Treves and he was the one who influenced me most. 

My name is John Merrik.....

Today was not like any other day. Today I was given the opportunity to go visit a place which truly brings me much joy... The Theater. It was only my first time going to visit the theater, but it made me so happy. The production was phenomenal! Ms.Kendell was amazing! I loved the music of the orchestra. It was so relaxing and soothing. The set was designed beautifully and the costumes were impressive. I did get the chance to sit besides some of the queens and princesses. I enjoyed their company and I hope they enjoyed mine as well. But the part that just made me so happy and full of joy was when Ms.Kendell came out and dedicated the performance.... TO ME!! That made my day.... no my week... no my life maybe. I honestly am so grateful to have a friend like Ms.Kendell, and many others. Overall, a great day.

Welcome to my Nightmare....

One of the worst nightmares that I've ever had included my little sisters. I guess you could say it was a bit of karma hitting me, but it was still really scary. That night I had gotten home really late, and as any normal person I was exhausted. I didn't want to be disturbed, and I just wanted to go straight to bed. My family had already been sleeping and the only one waiting for me was my younger sister. I expected my parents to be asleep due to them waking up early like 3am early to go to work. So when I saw that my sister was awake I got angry with her. I asked her why she was awake so late and why she even wanted to wait for me to get home. I guess you could say we got into some type of argument due to my sleepless bitterness. I didn't make much of it so I just went to bed. Around 4am when my parents were leaving my sister woke me up and told me to go check if the door was locked. I tend to not be happy when people wake me up so I answered her very in a very rude tone. I also may have said things that I shouldn't, but they came out. So when I finally went back to sleep I started to have this weird dream. It started as me waking up and walking around my house. I soon began to see priests in my house. My house had turned into some type of church and sacred people were flooding it. I kept asking what was the big deal, but I would just be ignored. So when I pushed my way through them and went into my parents room I realized that something horrible had happened to youngest baby sister. I don't recall what but all I know is that it was horrible. I started to freak out and ask from my other younger sister and she was no where to be found. Then when I found my mother amongst the crowd she had told me that my sister (the one I talked to badly that night) had gone away. She was lost, kidnapped, and no one had any idea where she was. I suddenly woke up with tears in my face thinking about how I would ever live without my partner in crime. I have a close relationship with her but I never thought about the day I wouldn't have her with me. I got up and went running to her bed. I told her how much I loved her and that I'd never talk badly to her again. Ever since that day I treat her like if I wouldn't have her tomorrow. 

Love you, sis.