It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
I discovered the importance of empathy and understanding as the patients were very frightened and by listening to them, I found I was able to put their mind at ease and give them a more positive medical experience. I was able to speak to both the surgeon and anaesthetist and learnt the immense commitment involved however being able to improve lives was rewarding. I established that nurses play a soothing role for the patient in their whole journey and found their
Me and max show up at elicis and we are going on a rollercoaster ride me and max got our Tickets and and we go to fin are ride that we are going on and the line is really long so we decide to have lunch and we go to a hot dog stand and get to hot dogs for Each other to eat before we go on the ride. So we finist are hot dogs and we stand in line and then we have to wet in a really long line for the ride there was a tiny sign that said “the wait from here is 2 hours from this point” so it took about 20 mins to get there so max Savad are sopte wall i wind to a limad stand and in wand a kind of long line but it only took about 10 mins and i was in front so i ordered 2 lemads and i went back in line with max and we moved up about 15 people.
When I was in my freshmen year of high school I was known as the guy who was too afraid to speak his mind and become more interactive with my years. After over a year of depression and loneliness I was destined to just run away and disappear from the world. That was until my family realize about my problems and decided to put me as part of the youth group known as the Young Peoples Department, where I have desperately tried to avoid, to increase my self-esteem and to motivate me be evolved with my own community. With that booster I was able to explore other groups which includes cooking at my church, ushering, becoming president of my own youth group, and join a group called the Upward Bound. One day I decided to volunteer at an airshow where
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
day would offer a real-life test. As Carla Berkowitz walked up to classmates Jessica Quaggin-Smith and Max Kazer on Monday afternoon at Lake Shore Park, not far from Northwestern Memorial Hospital, she noticed a shirtless man in gym shorts and black sneakers leaning back on a nearby bench with his head tilted back. "He looked really uncomfortable. His mouth was open and he was just in a really awkward position. Something didn 't look right, didn 't feel right to me," said Berkowitz, 23, who lives in the Gold Coast.
“The straw that broke the camel’s back”, an idiom reflecting reaching maximum capacity of strain or tolerance. As a commonly expressed phrase, you never really know what it looks like until it happens to you. Whether it be a major incidence, or completely minuscule, to the point of seeming unnoticeable, its occurrence is quite real, as is the potential fallout from the breakdown. I will never forget Thanksgiving 1996 and my front row witnessing of one of these events.
What defines me the most? Is it my race, ethnicity, ideology, religion or my intellectual heritage? My ethnicity and race speak to where I come from, alongside the cultures of my parents and my ancestors. However, they say a little about the person I am, without defining me intellectually. In essence, my religion gives voice to my identity and a true sense of my personality.
Ti loved it when we would be walking downtown to get something to eat with other gamblers and we would come across a sidewalk vendor with a fruit stand. Ti would bet he could throw an orange on top of a three-story building, somewhat of a gamble, so to take some of the gamble out of the bet Ti would have the gamblers stand a short distance away from the fruit cart. When Ti went over to the fruit cart, he would stand in front of the oranges and you could see him pick up a few and feel them, trying to pick just the right orange. That’s when I would try to get their attention by flashing my money and asking who would like to bet what. Now, when I saw Ti standing sideways to the fruit cart, I knew he was ready, so I would take off one of my alligator shoes, put it on the sidewalk, and put all the bet money under it to keep it from blowing away.
My typical day would start with greeting the nurse who would come to brief my parents on the progress of patients overnight. I learned the importance and intricacies of patient care while overhearing my parents discussing the prognosis
It was a cold winter day a few days after my birthday. We were packing stuff into brown boxes and Doritos boxes and some direct t.v boxes because we were moving. I was packing tons of toys in boxes. I was packing stuff in garbage bags and boxes to put in a garage sale.
I remember saying to him on one Monday morning, “What did you do over the weekend Mike?”. He launched into an enthusiastic summary of his weekend which included being at Youth Group, going to church on the Sunday and I even think that he said, “the Lord” or “Jesus” in there somewhere. I was freaked out and I felt a visceral pull in my stomach. Thoughts raced through my mind like, “I thought he was a nice guy but he is a religious nut.” I recommended to him that he never speak to me about it again and I said it in a rather colourful manner.
Well have you ever been in a car that just stopped on the side of the road, well if you haven’t read this story. It all started one night six years ago just after we had just finished cleaning school my mom, grandma, and cousin all went to M.C. Donalds to get dinner for all of us. My grandpa and I went in the other car and headed home. All of the sudden just as we were about ten minutes away from home are car little by little started to slowly slow down and drift on to the side of the road. My grandpa had put his head back against the headrest and wasn't doing anything so I started to panick and a get little creeped out.
I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get dad is trying to do his best, I mean what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened? I got to school, seeing the old rusty sign that says “Bronx’s Middle School”. That sign is where my old friend group would meet every morning, but now it’s just a rusty old sign to me.
When I was little, I imagined myself as a normal human being, just like the others. Everything I remember about my past is black and white. There was a deep fog covering me from others. As I advanced in my education, things became clearer as if I just got a new pair of glasses. What I saw through these specs were a nightmare.
