The Worlds Most Sensitive Cargo;

What I think About the Worlds Most Sensitive Cargo

An Essay by: Harry Staley

Pine Point English

January 19, 2012

What does, “The worlds most precious cargo” mean to you? I think the world’s most
sensitive cargo would be something that you would protect with your life under any circumstance
what so ever. When I think of the word sensitive, I think of the word fragile, easily breakable. I
think of these words because if a person or thing is described with either of these words it needs
to be carefully handled. When I was little I am positive I was the world’s most sensitive cargo.

When I was about five years old I was a victim of a dreadfull accident. It was a beautiful

day out, but I ended up spending the whole day and a great portion of the night in the hospital, a horrible place where no one ever wants to be. Laying there in the hospital bed with gauze rapped around my head, and blood pouring down my face like a lifeless zombie. My ear was sewn back on to my head with fifty stitches. All I can remember from that day was how my dad rushed to my school to ride in the ambulance with me to the hospital. I was his most precious cargo. It seemed like at the moment in time I was all he cared about, and I was the only thing he ever cared about. Like the man who crossed the street in Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem, “Shoulders”, my dad was holding his most precious cargo, me.

In the novel A Tale of Two Cities, Madame Defarge loves to knit, a hobby appreciated by many. Whenever she knits it seems like her materials are her most precious cargo. Nothing that happens around her matters, her focus is on one thing and one thing only, knitting. When she is knitting everybody seems to know that she is in the zone and not to be messed with. When Madame is knitting she seems to be in her own small world, in which she tries to complete her knitting. In any free time, she is trying to knit. In any time of boredom, she is trying to knit, like in one seen in the novel something that the other characters doesn't seem to have much to do with her so she casually, “leaned against the door post, knitting, and saw nothing.” . Madame Defarge seems passionate about knitting, and it seems like no matter what she does kitting will always be her, “Most Precious Cargo,” knitting.

What is your most precious cargo? Is it a person, or is it an object, is it a hobby, or is it a project? I think no matter what your most precious cargo is, all that matters is that it is important to you. It honestly doesn’t matter one bit what your friends or others think about your cargo. Madame Defarge’s Most precious cargo is a hobby, and my fathers most precious cargo was a person, the fact of the matter is if it is something you truly care for it is perfect to be your most precious cargo.