Excerpt from mrs. nelson's 50th anniversary mary o'dell 1 “mom, are you sure you feel up to the trip? ” asked leeanne, the worried daughter of 79 year old ellen nelson. 2 “of course i am! this marks my 50th wedding anniversary. your dad and i were married there and that is where i am going.” 3 fifty years ago she married a man who became her best friend. he was from canada. they met there. it seemed like he knew every inch of the garden. mr. nelson passed away three years ago. his wife mourned his death. the couple loved each other deeply. but mrs. nelson was grateful for the many years they had together. they had planned to visit the gardens together to celebrate their 50th anniversary. this story mentions two visits to the international peace garden. which best describes a difference between these two visits? a) the nelsons celebrated a birthday on the first visit, and an anniversary on the second visit. b) the nelsons brought along their daughter on the first trip, and brought their son on the second trip. c) the first visit included both mr. and mrs. nelson, but the second visit will be mrs. nelson alone. d) the first trip was planned by mrs. nelson, while the second trip was planned by mr. nelson. hint: read section 3 to know what hapened to mr. nelson before the second trip. c explanation this answer choice is supported by the third section that states the couple met at the garden. the fourth section states that mrs. nelson was determined to travel alone to the garden. according to the story, mr. nelson has passed away: 'his wife mourned his death.'

yes you have the explanation and everything correct as to why C would be the correct answer.

A tale of Hope

Some years ago a baby was born. It was a girl and they named it Hope. Hope had two parents and many friends. And she had hopes and dreams and wishes and desires. And she was happy. She had a future as bright as the sun. She was smart and funny and as beautiful as the moon itself. And people adored her, for she was light and light was heat and heat was life.

Hope was life.

She grew into a lovely young lady. She was as fair as a fairy, with long golden hair and soft brown eyes. She grew into a friend, she grew into a sister, she grew into love. But not love to one. She was Love itself. The very feeling of being alive.

Hope was love and love was life.

She gave people the sweetest pleasure there could ever be – she added meaning to their life and showed them all of its miracles and beauty. And then life wouldn’t be simply existence any more – it would be adventure. And people would taste, and people would hear, and people would see, and people would feel it that way and they’d be happy.

Hope was happiness. And happiness was love and love was life.

And one day this fairy child met Taint in the eye of a stranger. She couldn’t recognize it at first. But it was there. It tempted her into greeting the stranger, it seduced her into smiling at him. And Hope was love and she felt it then – love for the stranger who meant her only trouble. For she believed all the people were good and she was happy with that thought.

And then, Hope was wrong.

The stranger wasn’t good neither kindhearted. He was destruction and war and fire. Fire was heat but wasn’t life. It wasn’t light, it wasn’t softness. It didn’t possess the joy of a sun ray or the mildness of the moon. No. Fire was an element and Light was a feeling. The one exists in the beast, the other – in the human.

Hope didn’t know Taint.

But Taint didn’t know Hope either.

Hope reached to kiss him, Taint reached to kill her, neither of them knowing the power of the other. And thus they weaved each other into a deadly hug. They then became both goodness and evil, both life and death. In Taint some hopes were born and in Hope – some dark thoughts. And together they were perfect – for no one deserves to be only bad, but it’s too hard to be only good either.