Small decision, big turnout.

A time when something at the time seemed so little and insignificant but later had a huge impact on my life would be when we lived in Polson, Mt and my dad got a job over here in Big Timber. He came over here to help finish the post office that was being built. He wanted to get it done sooner than later so he could come back home to us and so he took my brother with him to work in Big Timber. It was kind of nice for just my mom, my siter, and I to just hang out for a few weeks by ourselves. Girls night every night!
After about three weeks we all missed each other very much so us girls decided to go over to Big Timber to visit my dad and my brother. We stayed for about a week and I specifically remember the day before we left. All of us were standing outside talking and I remember I kept running off playing. When I went to go tell my mom that I was hungry, the four off them were having a serious conversation. One i knew to not interrupt. So i stood by my mom waiting for her to finish talking. Than I heard those words. "Yeah I agree. I really like it and so do the kids. We'll go back next week and start packing". My heart dropped. I knew immediately what she was talking about. Moving, away from my friends and family to this tiny little town of Big Timber. I immediately started to cry. But it was to late, the decision everyone but me had agreed on was already made. We were moving to Big timber by the end of the month.
I never thought something so common like my did getting a job in another town would have such a huge affect on my life. Ive now lived in Big Timber ever since we moved here that summer of 2001 and I couldn't be happier. I know everything I'm going through and all the great things Ive been through wouldn't have been possible if my dad hadn't made that little decision to take the job over here building the new post office.

Achebe Final Writing

The question on wether or not he is a defiant hero or a victim isn't a simple black and white question in my eyes. In many ways that were stated in the first part of the story it makes me think that he wasn't much of a hero. The fact that he beat his wives numerous times, even during the week of peace. He never showed any emotion on the outside besides anger. He would beat his own sons if he thought they became weak. However, there were also times when it appeared as though he was a hero. He was the toughest man in all of the village and had won more fights than any man. He deep down did care about his wives and children and that was shown when he followed his wife and daughter into the forest that one night. He wanted to be great at everything he did and that is most definitely not a bad thing.

I think that it was sad when he came home after those seven years to find that his village was nothing likel he had left it. The white man had started taking over and by this point was doing a very good job. He was suprised though because most of the village people were willing to change and wanted to adapt to this new way of life. Although this was all sad, sad enough that he killed himself, that doesn't mean he was a victim. He was just in a hard spot and yes I felt bad for him but I do not beleive he was a victim. So in my eyes Okonkwo was a defiant hero and shouldve been remembered as one.