On thursday and friday we began reading the short story by Isabel Allende called "And of clay we are created". So far I think that as good as the diction and the metaphors and such are, that it is not too happy. It makes me sad. This man has so much perseverance and he is so willing to help someone in need, and it gets me thinking, would I do that? Would I spend 3 days trying to save the life of a stranger? Would I look Azucena in the eye and tell her she was going to live even when i knew that she wouldn't? And would sit in mud and feel sad and famished until I either lost or saved this person? And for most of these questions I don't think I can honestly answer with a yes, because Rolf Carle didn't think about himself for one moment, but dedicated himself to saving her, which is why i love this story.
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