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Sara Hornbaker
English 11
December 7, 2005
My apologies to the world
Dear World;
When I sat down to write this, I began to write about how much I cursed you. I began to write about how you made me angry, with your pollution, and your depleting forests. I began to write about how much I hated living in a world filled with so much filth. One of my friends helped me proofread it. What he said made me think.
When he read what I had written, he almost started crying. I had written, “If I could, I would curse you with a million anathemas, I could commit random acts of violence to your face…but most of all, I would love to give you a swift kick where the sun doesn’t shine.” He looked at me, and asked me how I could say that. How I could curse the world for doing all these things to me, when in all reality, we were the ones that were doing it to you. He began to talk about how instead of cursing it, I should be apologizing. We should all apologize. He began saying, “I’m sorry we’ve stolen all your precious oil and sold it to wealthy people who don’t need it, I’m sorry that we have cut down all your trees to make room for shopping malls and freeways, I’m sorry for polluting the air every time I go to work, and continuing it for work. I’m sorry that no one takes time to recycle, even though it only takes a few minutes of our time, and we’re just too lazy to care. I know that it doesn’t take long to separate cans, or plastic, or glass, but I’m sorry for the ignorant people in the world that don’t. I’m sorry that we’re destroying your ozone layer, I’m sorry we’re melting the ice caps, but most of all World, I’m sorry for screwing up what was once perfect.”
I just looked at him. I couldn’t believe what this guy, who never expressed his opinion this strongly over anything except his choice in music, was saying to me. While I agree with him in every way possible, I never thought of saying anything like he said, and there is no way, that I could have said it with that much feeling. I’m writing this to let you know World, at least one person out there cares and they’re going to do whatever it takes to get you back to how you were. Perfect.
English 11
December 7, 2005
My apologies to the world
Dear World;
When I sat down to write this, I began to write about how much I cursed you. I began to write about how you made me angry, with your pollution, and your depleting forests. I began to write about how much I hated living in a world filled with so much filth. One of my friends helped me proofread it. What he said made me think.
When he read what I had written, he almost started crying. I had written, “If I could, I would curse you with a million anathemas, I could commit random acts of violence to your face…but most of all, I would love to give you a swift kick where the sun doesn’t shine.” He looked at me, and asked me how I could say that. How I could curse the world for doing all these things to me, when in all reality, we were the ones that were doing it to you. He began to talk about how instead of cursing it, I should be apologizing. We should all apologize. He began saying, “I’m sorry we’ve stolen all your precious oil and sold it to wealthy people who don’t need it, I’m sorry that we have cut down all your trees to make room for shopping malls and freeways, I’m sorry for polluting the air every time I go to work, and continuing it for work. I’m sorry that no one takes time to recycle, even though it only takes a few minutes of our time, and we’re just too lazy to care. I know that it doesn’t take long to separate cans, or plastic, or glass, but I’m sorry for the ignorant people in the world that don’t. I’m sorry that we’re destroying your ozone layer, I’m sorry we’re melting the ice caps, but most of all World, I’m sorry for screwing up what was once perfect.”
I just looked at him. I couldn’t believe what this guy, who never expressed his opinion this strongly over anything except his choice in music, was saying to me. While I agree with him in every way possible, I never thought of saying anything like he said, and there is no way, that I could have said it with that much feeling. I’m writing this to let you know World, at least one person out there cares and they’re going to do whatever it takes to get you back to how you were. Perfect.