Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Moral Dilemma
Today as I was walking through the louvre admiring the art I was faced with a desicion. It was a big decision but, in my opinion, not a hard one.
I woke up this morning in Paris feeling excited and full of energy. Today was supposed to be a great day... Today I was going to the Louvre. I got ready, left my fancy hotel room and got a taxi to take me to the world famous art museum. When I got there I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the art. Paintings I had dreamed of seeing, but never thought I would. As I was admiring the art an elderly lady in a wheelchair came up to me and introduced herself as Ada Artlover. We walked around the museum together and even after talking to her for a few minutes I knew that she had lived a good life; full of love and respect. We talked until we came across a painting she said might be the most amazing painting ever.. It was the Mona Lisa. It truly was amazing and we stood there staring at it for what seemed like forever, captivated by the detail and beauty in this one painting. Something broke our trance, it was a sound. At first it didn't seem real, it sounded distant as if it was only coming from our minds. I looked around me and noticed that everyone was running in the same general direction. That was when I noticed what the sound was; it was a fire alarm. I looked from Mona Lisa's face to Mrs. Artlover's face. I knew that she wouldn't make it out on her own and I had to choose between her, or the Mona Lisa. When I looked at Mona Lisa I saw beauty, and a smile that never faded. A piece of art that was worth more money than I could even imagine. I piece of art that would be devastating to lose. When I looked at Mrs. Artover's face I saw terror. I saw terror and sadness all at the same time. I saw the wisdom she held in her eyes, I saw the love she had for her family, I saw every emotion she had ever felt appear in her eyes all at once. Ada Artlover would be devastating to lose. She had people in her life that loved her, that cherished her and wanted her to never die. Of course she was very old and probably didn't have too much time left, but all the more reason to save her instead of a painting. How could I take away any of the time she had left to live? I saved Ada Artlover because it was right. The Mona Lisa is special, but so is Mrs. Artlover. Who am I to say that a painting is more special than a woman, a mother, a grandmother and a friend?
I woke up this morning in Paris feeling excited and full of energy. Today was supposed to be a great day... Today I was going to the Louvre. I got ready, left my fancy hotel room and got a taxi to take me to the world famous art museum. When I got there I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the art. Paintings I had dreamed of seeing, but never thought I would. As I was admiring the art an elderly lady in a wheelchair came up to me and introduced herself as Ada Artlover. We walked around the museum together and even after talking to her for a few minutes I knew that she had lived a good life; full of love and respect. We talked until we came across a painting she said might be the most amazing painting ever.. It was the Mona Lisa. It truly was amazing and we stood there staring at it for what seemed like forever, captivated by the detail and beauty in this one painting. Something broke our trance, it was a sound. At first it didn't seem real, it sounded distant as if it was only coming from our minds. I looked around me and noticed that everyone was running in the same general direction. That was when I noticed what the sound was; it was a fire alarm. I looked from Mona Lisa's face to Mrs. Artlover's face. I knew that she wouldn't make it out on her own and I had to choose between her, or the Mona Lisa. When I looked at Mona Lisa I saw beauty, and a smile that never faded. A piece of art that was worth more money than I could even imagine. I piece of art that would be devastating to lose. When I looked at Mrs. Artover's face I saw terror. I saw terror and sadness all at the same time. I saw the wisdom she held in her eyes, I saw the love she had for her family, I saw every emotion she had ever felt appear in her eyes all at once. Ada Artlover would be devastating to lose. She had people in her life that loved her, that cherished her and wanted her to never die. Of course she was very old and probably didn't have too much time left, but all the more reason to save her instead of a painting. How could I take away any of the time she had left to live? I saved Ada Artlover because it was right. The Mona Lisa is special, but so is Mrs. Artlover. Who am I to say that a painting is more special than a woman, a mother, a grandmother and a friend?
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