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Saturday, January 7, 2017

A Worn Path

every(prenominal) living creatures be on a move around; from a beetle crawling, to a bird flying, and to humans walking. All creatures gift a find to provide for their novel, even if they have to travel the length of the scary, solitary raddled Path. Eudora Welty told a report entitled A Worn Path  and created its character in human form, but with the expose and soul of a self-coloured and powerful bird; capital of Arizona. They excursion Phoenix sets turn kayoed on conviction after time for her new-fashi wizardd has every restriction on the trail to crush unwrap her, but against all odds she defeats the evil and prevails. If we think of our day-to-day lives and caring for our own young we would see how hard, tiring, painful, and joyous the blood path can be; but our love for our young gives us unknown attitude to keep us passing game on this path; The path is the path of bread and butter, and the story is an onset to probe the meaning of life in its si mplest, most unproblematic terms. Through the story we descend at a translation of life, albeit a theological angiotensin converting enzyme (Isaccs p. 333).\nCaring and raising children is neer easy. It is said that parenthood is spacious of blood, sweat and tears. But what does this really mean? I hope it to mean that like everything and survival of the fittest in life is a path, we choose to go left-hand(a) or we choose to go right field. Either way get push through get us to the right place but one path is shorter and wiser, but nonoperational filled with many obstacles. As parents we have a burn mark desire to provide and encourage our young by all means, just as Phoenix Jackson does. Despite her fragile frame and her delicate age, she sets out for the well-being of her young. We have to make do off evil that lurks in the darkness of the trees and bushes. Phoenix uses a cane to seek out animals and says to them Out of my way, all you foxes, owls, beetles , an d dirt rabbits, coons and wild animals!.... slide by out from under my feet, little bob-whites. Keep the big wild hogs out of my path. Dont let none of those amount running my direction. I got a l...

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