Sand Dollar Research Paper

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Growing up, the beach has always felt like a safe place for me, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the gentle whispers of the ocean breeze, the feeling of my feet touching the sand. I knew this was the one spot where I could come to be alone and focus on the true aspects of my life for a deeper understanding. The beach is filled with so many different things, but one thing has always stood out to me. A sand dollar. The feeling of finding a sand dollar has brought me closer to life and God. From a young age, the death of a loved one was a common occurrence that created a whirlwind of chaos. Writing about my Aunt, Cathy Phelan felt wrong, but I don’t think you can know me without knowing her. She was a god-sent angel who radiates …show more content…
Her bright blue eyes always reminded me of the ocean. One of my last memories with her was being handed a sand dollar, she told me, “When you come across a sand dollar, just know I'm there watching over you”. Little me would never know that this innocent statement would make me question everything about life. The day she passed, I was angry with the world, God, and everyone around me. Like the waves at the beach, it felt like my world was crashing down. I knew I could never look at a beach or a sand dollar the same way. I started to hate everything, especially the beach. I wouldn’t say I liked the sound waves, the breeze blowing in my hair, and the feeling of sand touching my skin anymore, I hated everything. It felt like I had nowhere to go, trapped in my own mind, creating stress, anxiety, and complete madness. I lost my self. Later, the stress became unbearable and I really needed a moment to relax. Although I was still angry with God, I thought to myself, “Maybe I need to go back to the place where I felt the safest, the beach”. The moment I heard the waves crashing against the shore, I began to cry. It felt like never ending. As I began to walk the shoreline, I asked God for a sign of