The Time Machine

If I could travel in time I would want to go back to the past. I've always wondered how things were so different back in the late nine-tenth and early twentieth century. I don't know much about my grandfather and great grandfather and I would've liked to have met them.Besides my grandfathers I wouldn't care to meet any one else.
People back then lived a different life then the way that we do now and I'd like to experience it.

My Family History

I don't really know about my family history and traditions, but I do know that my mom's side of my family is Irish, Hispanic, and Native American. On my dad's side there is French, Irish, and Italian. On my mom's side of the family every year on Christmas Eve our tradition is to be the first one to say "Merry Christmas" when you call someone before they do.

Another thing is that my great-grandfather name was Gregorio Lovato and he was born in 1875. He was in World War II. When he came back he became a lawyer and he would go confiscate boot-legers and take their alcoholic beverages. He didn't know where to put them so he kept them at his house. The funny thing is that he ended up doing what they did, but he eventually died of cancer. The only other thing that I know is that my mom's cousin Stevie Quintana is a Ranchera singer. Most of the things I know is about my mom's side of the family.

The Starfish Story

The starfish story has an awesome moral. It can also apply to everyday life because the wisdom teaching is so true. The moral of this story is that even though you know that you can't do it all by yourself, at least you made a difference for the ones you did. For example, he knew that he couldn't save them all, but the ones that he was able to throw back he knew at least helped make a difference for them. Another part of the moral is that you shouldn't think negative about a situation and try to do the best that you can do to help.

The New Colossus

The New Colossus

"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

This poem is sacred to our country. It's an inspiration because it gives people a good feeling about this coming to this country. I say this because a lot of other countries don't allow the freedoms that our country has to offer. When people read or hear this poem it makes them feel welcome.