Change Where I Grew Up

    If I could choose to of grown up any where else in the world, I would choose Puerto Rico. I am Puerto Rican so if I were to of grown up there I would be fully in tune with that part of me. I would be able to be around the Hispanic side of my family who live there. As all people are I would be influenced by my surroundings and I would likely pick up the language. I would still be the same person personality wise, but I would have a more evident Hispanic view. I would still be part white and look white but there would be no confusion on whether I am Puerto Rican or not,  so then I hopefully would not  have to deal with people thinking I am just white like I do now, which I cannot stand!

Personal Assistant

    If I had the choice to have any personal assistant I wished I would choose Socrates. I would choose Socrates because philosophy has always interested me. Also I would love to see his views on morals and life in general in this day and age. Socrates and I would go to colleges and high schools and get as many of the students interested in philosophy as possible. We would do this because philosophy in my opinion is a fantastic way to try and comprehend the mysteries of our existence and lives. Even though philosophy is so important  I believe, it still seems to be fading today. We as a people do not have very many philosophers anymore. We will bring back the way of trying to answer the puzzling questions of our existence and how we should live our lives with the awesome power, depth, and clarity of our minds.

Father of a Zombie Son

    My son has been bitten. I imprison my son in his room to prolong his devoid existence. Is this way the best though? My son was a boy of so much potential. A boy of sheer determination, drive, and ambition. A boy that would have thrived in these United States of freedom, opportunity, and hope. My neighbors will surely kill him if they find out I am harboring him here. It seems the visions I have of my son are the only things that are stopping me from killing him myself. Do I have the courage to push those visions of happiness down? Do I have the courage to put and keep those memories in the past where they were forged? From all of this debating I have figured out what I must do. I must take his life in order to preserve the legacy he was forging before he was infected.

                                                       Father and Son