TKAM Anticipation Guide

“Sometimes, murder is a necessary evil.”

Murdering a person is the worst thing you can do in your life! A person’s death is not funny and you cannot mess with it! When someone tells you that he killed someone, you are afraid of that person because like I said a person’s life is something really important! Now, murdering someone is a necessary evil sometimes, just because of that word, “sometimes” in the sentence I totally agree with it. Maybe not in our country but in other countries or states there are serious evil and murdering going around, so sometimes to get out of it, murdering is the only option, if someone is trying to hurt you at a lonely place where no one lives in the middle of the night, and you cannot get out of it but you do have a knife in your pocket, using it is the only way out of it. Murdering is sometimes a necessary evil but not always!! Murdering someone is something really serious even if that man is evil taking away his life is not the solution, it is the solution in really serious cases like the one I mentioned above. I agree that “Sometimes, murder is a necessary evil.”

“Our race is not what defines us.”

Our color describes us, but it doesn’t define us! The place we were born is not the place where our personality was born. Someone’s race does not define him because the physical picture has mostly nothing to do with the inside picture. Thousands of people in the world have dark skins, but still, those people might be nice and friendly, not like dark skin people are usually described like being. A lot of people in the world are racists and when they see a dark skin person walking down the road, they will probably get scared, or just turn around because they hate them… wrong! That is not nice, you don’t know that person, yes his skin is dark and it is something different to you, but your skin color is also different to that person, his skin color of his race does not tell you anything about who that person is, his personality, because simply, our race is not what defines us, our race is not our definition, it’s not what tells you about you, or another person! If you meet a person then you will understand who that person is, if you don’t and you just see that person passing by you, you don’t know anything about that person, or let’s just say that you are have dark skin color and you just pass some white skin color people on the road and you see them starring at you, they don’t know anything about you, they just see your race which does not define you. Therefore I agree that our race is not what defines us.

One small candelabra, one huge fire

In a cold city in Russia called Moscow, lived the Guady family as they were called. The Guady family included 2 twins, boy and girl, and their father. the mother of the Guady family died wby the time her kids were 3 years old.

The boy was called Susha and the girl Sushkin. Their father was a famous Doctor called John Guady.

They lived in a big house made out of wood and on the door was hanging a picture of nature. Inside the house there were hanging on the walls thousands of candelabras, which their mother loved this kind of decoration in the house. Their father always walked around so gratitude, answered to everyone with irony and always trying to be smart. His kids couldn’t even look at him in the eyes and call him “Dad” anymore; they felt so embarrassed for their dad.

One day he had a meeting with some other doctors. After John left, the kids run after him to see what is this meeting his going to. When he walked in and sat down, the kids showed up suddenly and started shouting to all the other doctors which changed their father and made him so mean! John got so mean and grabbed both his kids and dragged them home! His mind was blank he wasn’t thinking, he grabbed one of the candelabras and through it on the wall, the candle had flame on, and then that tiny little flame became huge and covered all of the house.

John managed to come out but couldn’t take out his kids, he lost them, and then he found out that it’s his attitude and irony that made him loose everything he loved.