While working at the Raytheon Company, Percy Spencer noticed that standing in front of a magnetron (used to generate microwave radio signals) caused a chocolate bar in his pocket to melt. He then placed a bowl of corn in front of the device, and soon it was popping all over the room. A couple of years later, Raytheon was selling the first commercial microwave oven.
Write about a time you found something you weren't looking for
The equation was simple and often unvarying; one part disguised truth to two parts false smiles, and we relied upon it as our simple answer for a complex problem for the majority of my childhood. I'd like to say we turned to a life of deception to protect our mother, but really, denial is an answer for the weak. We were never looking out for her; rather, we were seeking to shield our fragile minds from the complexities of living a life with an alcoholic parent. So one could say that my sister was the strong one, for she was the one to stab the metaphorical knife deep into the backs of my brother, mother, and I. Finally, it was she, the quiet, often-overlooked child that stood against a life of denial and spoke out. My siblings, once mistaken for twins both in features and character, refused to speak to one another, while I fluttered between them, desperately still playing my character in the façade that was our life. However, the fatal blow, in the form of our forceful move to foster care, had yet to be dealt. And so it was that the three musketeers were finally killed, by one of their own no less. For once in my life, I was without a character to play, and I fell into a deep depression, losing all that personified me. I was, in essence, an actress without a script. My character; the baby of the family, the follower of her brother, the loyal one to our lies was killed off. However, while I drifted without a cause my sister found a new life. No longer was she the silent one, the middle child lost between an angelic sister and an over-achieving brother, she was Steph, whistle-blowing and all. She was outspoken, confident and brash; she had, after 16 years, found herself. At the same time, I was in a state of shock, reeling from the utter destruction of my life and my character. That is until one morning, Steph woke me, telling me we were 'hitting the road'. We walked for hours that day, ignoring the blistering heat and the sun beating upon our backs. We found a 'lost' cat, named him, returned him home, bought candy, put pennies on the railroad tracks, and I began to feel as though we were home again, escaping from the realities of life as we had done for so many years prior. I found that beneath the lies and the falsity lied a very real, albeit frightened, girl inside me, just begging to come out. She was reborn that day, and I have my sister to thank. It is not to say that my sister and I have or ever will have a prefect relationship, but one hot summer day, in the small town of Lannon, Wisconsin, she helped me find a girl who had been missing for years, and like the cat before her, we returned her home.
********** I might be adding a bit more at the end, I wrote this essay for a different purpose, so tell me how I can make it fit the prompt a bit better.
Write about a time you found something you weren't looking for
The equation was simple and often unvarying; one part disguised truth to two parts false smiles, and we relied upon it as our simple answer for a complex problem for the majority of my childhood. I'd like to say we turned to a life of deception to protect our mother, but really, denial is an answer for the weak. We were never looking out for her; rather, we were seeking to shield our fragile minds from the complexities of living a life with an alcoholic parent. So one could say that my sister was the strong one, for she was the one to stab the metaphorical knife deep into the backs of my brother, mother, and I. Finally, it was she, the quiet, often-overlooked child that stood against a life of denial and spoke out. My siblings, once mistaken for twins both in features and character, refused to speak to one another, while I fluttered between them, desperately still playing my character in the façade that was our life. However, the fatal blow, in the form of our forceful move to foster care, had yet to be dealt. And so it was that the three musketeers were finally killed, by one of their own no less. For once in my life, I was without a character to play, and I fell into a deep depression, losing all that personified me. I was, in essence, an actress without a script. My character; the baby of the family, the follower of her brother, the loyal one to our lies was killed off. However, while I drifted without a cause my sister found a new life. No longer was she the silent one, the middle child lost between an angelic sister and an over-achieving brother, she was Steph, whistle-blowing and all. She was outspoken, confident and brash; she had, after 16 years, found herself. At the same time, I was in a state of shock, reeling from the utter destruction of my life and my character. That is until one morning, Steph woke me, telling me we were 'hitting the road'. We walked for hours that day, ignoring the blistering heat and the sun beating upon our backs. We found a 'lost' cat, named him, returned him home, bought candy, put pennies on the railroad tracks, and I began to feel as though we were home again, escaping from the realities of life as we had done for so many years prior. I found that beneath the lies and the falsity lied a very real, albeit frightened, girl inside me, just begging to come out. She was reborn that day, and I have my sister to thank. It is not to say that my sister and I have or ever will have a prefect relationship, but one hot summer day, in the small town of Lannon, Wisconsin, she helped me find a girl who had been missing for years, and like the cat before her, we returned her home.
********** I might be adding a bit more at the end, I wrote this essay for a different purpose, so tell me how I can make it fit the prompt a bit better.