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Ceilie Moore

Mr. Salsich

English 9

February 10th, 2009

My Lack Of Magic:

A Paragraph On The Magic In My Life

Magic can’t be searched for, it can’t be bought and it can’t be relied on. (Anaphora) It appears where it is needed most, in tragedy, in despair and in agony. You often read of the sick child, slowly meeting their death in their hospital bed and out of nowhere, they are cured. Or you may hear of the poor woman begging on the street, rattling her coffee mug that cost her that week’s paycheck and she suddenly finds a hundred dollars on the ground and uses it to start a million-dollar corporation. Magic is ignited by tragedy and I haven’t enough experience with misfortune to experience this magic. In the short, fourteen years I’ve been alive I have encountered loss, heartbreak and anguish (FAST), but what separates my past situations with the ones that need a miracle, is hope. The moments when I’ve felt sorrow, I’ve never lost the faith in something coming through the clouds and releasing me from my pain. The ill child dying a young age and the old woman scrounging trashcans for survival have been through enough to lose hope. They have lived life so inconsistently and so unfairly that they can’t count on a miracle to make it through the day. Sure, I have suffered, but never enough to have to depend on magic to turn my situation around. Maybe one day I’ll need magic, and maybe back when I lived through hardships I hoped for some, but right now I don’t deserve it as much as those millions of people who are currently fighting to see tomorrow.