In the text, “The Lottery” shows that getting chosen randomly isn’t always a good thing. It kind of reminded me a little bit about the hunger games only instead of having 24 people chosen to execute one another it was only one person out of the whole village to be stoned to death.
Some themes of “The Lottery” are tradition, violence, and choice. For many years the lottery in this village has been a tradition and they have used the same black box from the start. No matter how faded it got or how old it was getting they continued using the same old black box from the start. One major similarity between America’s traditions and the village in “The Lottery” is that there is always one winner. But in the small village you never want to be chosen unlike the American lottery today. Just like the black box in the village that can never be replaced, Philadelphia has a tradition that the tallest building in the city has to have a statue of William Penn on the top. Even if a building is built bigger than the current tallest one the city will put a statue on the top to honor a tradition that seems like will never die or ever be replaced. My family is very religious and honestly I’m not so over the years of going to catholic school for 11 years it basically got forced into my head that there is a God. When I was in high school I was questioning if there really was someone up there. I had a talk with my parents about it and I’ve never seen them so frustrated in my life considering all the years I did at catholic school and that we went to church pretty often me even thinking that really shocked them. The VERY next day it was all clear to me that there is someone up there because of multiple events that happened to me in a span of 24 hours. First when bringing back trash cans that were flipped over on the side of the road i flip them back over and a lot of loose trash falls out. I then open up my freezer and a bag falls onto my foot. Later that night I turn on the kitchen sink and the hose was switched on and it sprayed all over me. That last moment made me realize that there is someone watching over us and that I should never doubt him again.
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Lulu Wang tells us a story about her grandmother being diagnosed with lung cancer. Instead of the family telling her they built a lie to protect her because they thought knowing about the sickness would have led to fear and depression which would have eventually led to her killing herself. Was it the right thing for the family to keep this secret from her though? In China doctors don’t tend to give the patient news instead they tell the family and what Lulu’s family found out was that her grandmother only had 3 months to live. Honestly keeping it a secret wasn’t the worst thing you could have done, but building the lie to be as big as it was took it completely over the top. First the family made a fake medical report saying that Lulu’s grandmother was fine and then planned a fake wedding which was really a goodbye party for her grandmother and the hardest part was that they had to show nothing but happiness there. Keeping a secret from someone especially this dangerous could really hurt someone if they find out and you don’t tell them. Even though this whole time Lulu’s grandmother had breast cancer and kept it a secret from everybody. So who was really wrong here? The whole family kept one lie and Lulu’s grandmother kept another.
About three years ago I still remember the day that I saw my grandfather in the hospital for the last time. The conversations, who was there, and what happened has been burned into my memory. He had a tumor that started in his eye and spread throughout his body over the course of a year. One day he was perfectly fine and then he woke up the next morning seeing double vision and was completely confused with what was happening. Eventually he was barely able to use his arms and soon he couldn’t even walk on his own anymore. Coming in and out of the hospital about once to twice a month was not only hard on him but also my grandmother who took care of him from day one. My parents, Uncle, Aunt, Grandmother, and I sat in a private room for the last time waiting for the doctor to give us news saying he wasn’t going to make it. We had options to either let him go slowly or keep him unconscious while they put a tube into his stomach feeding him but that only would have made him last an extra week at most. So we As he was in the ICU we came up to him telling him that it was time and what we were going to do. He couldn’t respond with words but he was able to hear us and i felt him squeeze my hand as we were telling him. It had to be the hardest day of my life letting someone that has been in my life since day one go and telling him the bad news made things even harder for me to accept. |