I wrap my shawl protectively over my shoulders as I see a sign that may have directions. It's my first day in Salt Lake, and I think I must have gotten off the bus at the wrong stop. I just followed the crowd and ended up here. I would ask for directions, but I just came from Vietnam and my English is not good enough. I read the sign, understanding enough to know that it just has event dates on it, not directions. It's no use. I just don't know where I am. I linger at the sign, praying for the first time in years that I will find my way.
As I walk away from the sign, I am approached by two young women with name-tags. One of them has a Vietnam flag on her name-tag. They start to speak to me in English, but I say in Vietnamese, "I don't understand." The woman with the Vietnam flag starts to speak to me in Vietnamese. I tell her that I am lost, and she is able to help me. But before we part ways, she asks if I have a moment to come somewhere with them. I say yes; I owe that much to them. They bring me to a place with a lot of copies of a book, all in different languages. They give me the one in Vietnamese. The cover reads, "The Book of Mormon." The Vietnamese girl asks me if I will read it. For some reason, tears fill my eyes as I am filled with an overwhelming emotion. I tell her yes, I will read it. She then helps me find where I'm going and we part ways.
I am able to find my way to the apartment building I was looking for, and my day goes as expected from there. But somehow, I cannot stop thinking of the kindness of the young women, and of the book they gave me. I open it that night.
Showing posts with label People Watching. Show all posts
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Friday, October 2, 2015
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Writing Assingment
I used all three of my people and kind of connected them together. Hope you like it!
(1) This is perfect. The sun is shining so bright and everything looks alive. I'm glad I picked today for pictures. I get my big, black, shiny camera out and put it around my neck. It makes me feel confident and important to be walking around temple square with a beautiful goal in mind. I can't wait to get started on my photo shoot of the temple. I stroll around outside, on the lookout for the best angle. The temple is shining brightly and the trees and plants around it are so colorful. I am getting some amazing pictures here. I decide to go around to the other side and see what I can find. I stepped briskly along the beautiful path on this perfect day.
(2) Holding hands, my husband and I stepped into temple square, just like every week. It is so peaceful here. We wandered down the pathway, with no particular place in mind, just enjoying the scenery and the peace we felt here. We saw a confident young man with his glossy, black camera taking some pictures of the temple. I smiled at him and he flashed a smile back. Everything seemed so perfect and simple here, there was a word that fit this perfectly I just couldn't think of it. A young lady passed by. I looked towards her, but she dropped her gaze. She seemed like she was looking for someone and she was in a hurry. It is too bad she could not have taken the time to enjoy the beauty and peace around her. I looked up at my husband who was grinning ear to ear with contentment. He looked down at me a squeezed my hand, happily. That was it, joy. This was a place where you could easily find and feel joy.
(3) Where is he? Its 3:05 I paced nervously back and forth. It's not like him to be late, and I know that he knows where temple square is. It seems like he is here all the time. What is it about this place that he finds so fascinating? I don't see any difference except for the people. All of them are as weird as he is. There is a weird, old couple walking down the footpath, they seem so happy but I can't figure out why. The old lady tried to smile at me, I drop my gaze down at my phone. Why is everyone smiling? Why are there so many people here? Why is Tom not here yet? I look down at my phone once again, 3:07. "What a great day" I think sarcastically. The way I'm acing is probably not the best, but I have reason to be mad...I burned myself this morning while I was curling my hair, I was late to my meeting at work so my boss yelled at me, my car broke down and now Tom is taking forever to meet me here. I got so mad thinking about it that I started thinking faster and faster then I started walking faster and faster...
I was so upset that I slammed right into a guy taking pictures. The force caused him to drop his is expensive camera, which fell to the ground with a crash. I stood there with my mouth wide open. He crumpled to the ground in shock seizing up his precious camera. He turned to me and I prepared for the worst, but instead of yelling at me and telling me to look where I was going he smiled at me. "Brooklyn!" He said standing up to give me a hug. "Tom?" I asked, confused. "I'm so sorry I wasn't on the other side of the temple, I came over here to get some different shots, I should have texted you. Isn't this place amazing?" "Sure," I said, still unsure of what was going on. "Want to see some of the photos I got?" He turned to pick up his camera I had knocked out of his hands. I expected to see it broken into a million pieces, instead, it was the same shiny black camera, in once piece. "Is your camera alright?" I asked, even though it clearly was."Yup!" He said with a smile"just another blessing, isn't it great?" "Yeah..." I said thoughtfully "It really is."
"Shall we go?" my husband asked, turning to me. "Yes, but lets come back soon." I replied. We stood up from the bench we were resting on and started walking towards the gate we came in through. We passed the young man with the camera, he was sitting by the young lady who had seemed to be lost earlier today. She was smiling now and laughing with the young man. She looked up at me with a big smile full of light. I smiled back, for it is amazing how much joy can be sent through a smile.
(1) This is perfect. The sun is shining so bright and everything looks alive. I'm glad I picked today for pictures. I get my big, black, shiny camera out and put it around my neck. It makes me feel confident and important to be walking around temple square with a beautiful goal in mind. I can't wait to get started on my photo shoot of the temple. I stroll around outside, on the lookout for the best angle. The temple is shining brightly and the trees and plants around it are so colorful. I am getting some amazing pictures here. I decide to go around to the other side and see what I can find. I stepped briskly along the beautiful path on this perfect day.
(2) Holding hands, my husband and I stepped into temple square, just like every week. It is so peaceful here. We wandered down the pathway, with no particular place in mind, just enjoying the scenery and the peace we felt here. We saw a confident young man with his glossy, black camera taking some pictures of the temple. I smiled at him and he flashed a smile back. Everything seemed so perfect and simple here, there was a word that fit this perfectly I just couldn't think of it. A young lady passed by. I looked towards her, but she dropped her gaze. She seemed like she was looking for someone and she was in a hurry. It is too bad she could not have taken the time to enjoy the beauty and peace around her. I looked up at my husband who was grinning ear to ear with contentment. He looked down at me a squeezed my hand, happily. That was it, joy. This was a place where you could easily find and feel joy.
(3) Where is he? Its 3:05 I paced nervously back and forth. It's not like him to be late, and I know that he knows where temple square is. It seems like he is here all the time. What is it about this place that he finds so fascinating? I don't see any difference except for the people. All of them are as weird as he is. There is a weird, old couple walking down the footpath, they seem so happy but I can't figure out why. The old lady tried to smile at me, I drop my gaze down at my phone. Why is everyone smiling? Why are there so many people here? Why is Tom not here yet? I look down at my phone once again, 3:07. "What a great day" I think sarcastically. The way I'm acing is probably not the best, but I have reason to be mad...I burned myself this morning while I was curling my hair, I was late to my meeting at work so my boss yelled at me, my car broke down and now Tom is taking forever to meet me here. I got so mad thinking about it that I started thinking faster and faster then I started walking faster and faster...
I was so upset that I slammed right into a guy taking pictures. The force caused him to drop his is expensive camera, which fell to the ground with a crash. I stood there with my mouth wide open. He crumpled to the ground in shock seizing up his precious camera. He turned to me and I prepared for the worst, but instead of yelling at me and telling me to look where I was going he smiled at me. "Brooklyn!" He said standing up to give me a hug. "Tom?" I asked, confused. "I'm so sorry I wasn't on the other side of the temple, I came over here to get some different shots, I should have texted you. Isn't this place amazing?" "Sure," I said, still unsure of what was going on. "Want to see some of the photos I got?" He turned to pick up his camera I had knocked out of his hands. I expected to see it broken into a million pieces, instead, it was the same shiny black camera, in once piece. "Is your camera alright?" I asked, even though it clearly was."Yup!" He said with a smile"just another blessing, isn't it great?" "Yeah..." I said thoughtfully "It really is."
"Shall we go?" my husband asked, turning to me. "Yes, but lets come back soon." I replied. We stood up from the bench we were resting on and started walking towards the gate we came in through. We passed the young man with the camera, he was sitting by the young lady who had seemed to be lost earlier today. She was smiling now and laughing with the young man. She looked up at me with a big smile full of light. I smiled back, for it is amazing how much joy can be sent through a smile.
People Watching: Man with a Dog
I walked through Temple Square. I needed to walk the dog, and there was probably no better place than here to do it. Salt Lake is way too much of a busy place!
There were way too many people wearing nice clothes here. And a lot of young girls with name tags. Sister Missionaries. I knew who they were.
I used to be a Mormon. I'm not sure exactly what happened. Mom and Dad divorced and then it just stopped happening. That was when I was twelve. A while ago. I remember looking at the temple when I was younger and waiting for the day to come when I could finally walk inside those doors. It never happened. I didn't even start doing bapstisms.
I walked by the temple and looked up. It was a beautiful building. No wonder so many Mormons love going there, I thought. I used to want to go there. I read the words on the side. "Holiness to the Lord. The House of the Lord. Built by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints"
That's all I could see. And maybe that's why I came to Temple Square every day to walk my dog! I really do wish to go in there someday, I suppose my pride just won't let me. I slowly walked away. I'd come back here tomorrow.
Wait... why is that girl looking at me?
There were way too many people wearing nice clothes here. And a lot of young girls with name tags. Sister Missionaries. I knew who they were.
I used to be a Mormon. I'm not sure exactly what happened. Mom and Dad divorced and then it just stopped happening. That was when I was twelve. A while ago. I remember looking at the temple when I was younger and waiting for the day to come when I could finally walk inside those doors. It never happened. I didn't even start doing bapstisms.
I walked by the temple and looked up. It was a beautiful building. No wonder so many Mormons love going there, I thought. I used to want to go there. I read the words on the side. "Holiness to the Lord. The House of the Lord. Built by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints"
That's all I could see. And maybe that's why I came to Temple Square every day to walk my dog! I really do wish to go in there someday, I suppose my pride just won't let me. I slowly walked away. I'd come back here tomorrow.
Wait... why is that girl looking at me?
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