We all have one thing in common, every live being on the face of this earth, a heart and more specifically a heartbeat. It is the one thing simple, yet oh so complex that labels us alive or dead.
All our tickers are like silent bombs that have been set and will detonate at a time and place far beyond our knowing. Every stroke and beat is like countdown to an invisible timer we cannot visualize.
Is this scary? Well, I guess it depends on our point of view, how we view our lives. Some person suffering might be praying for the blessed assurance that anytime their suffering will end, and that clock will stop, and that they will have reached their count down. On the other hand, some individuals find their hearts are about to stop all too soon and premature, especially at the view of their loved ones, who might think why? You are too young to die! These events were an eye opener to me as I witnessed my first ever Code Blue.
It was an early Wednesday morning, and I lay still in my bed hitting the REM cycle as I dream vividly about a young lady about to be wed. She was dancing in a field of wheat and sunflowers. She was a country girl of whom I had never seen in my life, but in my dream, I knew her. It seemed I had known her family too, they were hillbillies and she was the pride and joy of their family, a shining star on her family crest. She had long, slinky, dark chestnut hair that was pulled up for such an occasion, Decorated with a fresh flower from the fields. She wore a form fitted white dress that looked as if it was her mama’s passed onto her. In her hands were an array of hot pink, sassy orange, and depressed purple Gerber Daisies wrapped precisely with an off white ribbon. She twirled distantly from her family knowin...
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...en complete, like the day is not my final draft, and I am still working on it.
I drove home and vegetated on every piece of food I had in my house. As if I had done so much just standing there all day, but emotionally I was exaughsted, so that defiantly had to have burned up some calories I am sure. I threw down some comfort food, cereal, chocolate, Zingers, like a Twinkie, only better! I remember sitting down getting ready to do some homework, thinking this is not going to cut. I closed my book and drifted off to sleep.
As I lay there the day played over and over again, subconsciously I kept seeing the girl in my dream. I thought what was the significance of today? What lesson did I learn? Well, I learned that no matter what we do all day, we should take the time to acknowledge our heartbeats. To listen, even for just five to ten seconds and think, wow!
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Curley’s wife has had this dream since she was young. She laments that she “coulda been in the movies, an’ had nice clothes-all them nice clothes like they wear…because this guy said I was a natural” (Steinbeck 89). Curley’s wife was very happy with that statement and thought that she was special, but the guy who told her that never contacted her ever again. He most likely saw that she was very absorbed into the dream and told her that out of pity. Since she never got any information from the guy, she decided that “[she] wasn’t gonna stay no place where [she] couldn’t get nowhere or make something of myself…[and] married Curley”(88). Curley’s wife immediately marries Curley after she made up her mind and seals her fate. Attell believes that Curley’s wife’s “actions and the events resulting from them are [results of] specific norms and practices that govern society and contemporary life”(n.pag.). Thus, Curely’s wife did not want a regular women’s life at the time and wanted to stand out. But since she was a woman and was not special she had to get married like how other women would during the time. Bound by her unwilling marriage, she is unable to actualize her practically impossible
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There was no lawn, but there were four flower planters. The house was painted all white, with the exception of the front door that was painted light green. My grandfather was still young, strong, and full of life, he always had time to play with his grandchildren. Every Sunday he would take us to the park, would buy us ice cream, and take us to Sunday mass. On the day when this picture was taken, we were celebrating my 10th birthday, and I was dancing with my grandfather. I cannot remember the song, but I do remember what he told me while dancing slowly. He said “My little girl” how he used to call me,” in five years you won’t be a little girl, you will become a young lady.” At that moment I could not understand what he meant, but in my mind I was saying “grandpa I will always be your little girl.” While dancing, he made me a promise, “My little girl on your 15th birthday, I will dance the first song with you.” Who would know that he was going to die on my 15th birthday year, he passed away on June 21th, 1987 on Father’s Day. He left me with so many beautiful memories, but the most important was my first dance on my 10th birthday. On the night before my 15th birthday, I went to bed around 10 p.m. I was feeling depressed, because I was only thinking of the promise that my grandfather had made in the past. A promise that in my mind was not going to
Following the worst lesson of my life so far, the rest of the day went
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