It’s a miracle that he was able to walk away from this accident with absolutely no remorse, and his skewed conscious and priorities intact." Even days after the accident, Burrows’ harrowing brush with consequence was not over. He was at risk of accountability for a second time when he was nearly sentenced to 75 hours of community service. Disaster was averted, thankfully, when his mother paid a consultant to testify before the court that Burrows had suffered immense emotional trauma. Mrs. Burrows’ personal testimony emphasized that her son was a swimmer, and that the charges would ruin all of the hard work he put in. this fall despite virtually flunking out of high school and rarely attending classes… It would have been really annoying
“Westbury Court” was told in a span of several years, when she was only a young teenager during the tragedy occurred and from then on, it had always haunted her. There is no way for her to entirely dismiss this incident from her memory other than moving forward by learning the consequence of being unmindful and realize the importance of “Sometimes it’s too late to say, ‘I shouldn’t have.’” If she is unable to do this, then she will have no choice but to consistently feel that guilty conscience of putting the two children in danger hanging over
Rosa Lee Cunningham is a 56 year old African American female. She is referred to the facility from Howard University Hospital. She was treated for a condition called osteomyelitis, which resulted from a bacterial infection while using heroin (Dash, 2006). Rosa Lee states that on October 7, 1983, she injected cocaine, which resulted in her being hospitalized at D.C. General Hospital (Dash, 2006). Prior to her hospital visit in 1983, she injected heroin, cocaine, and various substances. After a horrible breakup with her girlfriend, she used heroin for the first time (Dash, 2006). She stated that she uses speed ball of cocaine, heroin mixed injection as well as Prelundin, occasionally (Dash, 2006).
In the state of New Columbia, Alex Billings has accused CJ Pearson, previously a friend, of intentional infliction of emotional distress. This all started because CJ invited Alex to a “Go-go” and Alex wore a weird outfit. (30) All of the “distress” happened over text, on MyFace, and in person with comments that Pearson intended as jokes. CJ Pearson is not guilty of intentional infliction of emotional distress because one, he did not meet all of the requirements in his Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) test that the erudite professor gave him; and two, Alex Billings might have had another motive for staying home from school.
I continued to take medical classes throughout high school, however, there were quite a few setbacks. Before the start of my sophomore
On July 10th, my family and I were on our way to Charleston, West Virginia when we got hit by a heavily intoxicated driver on I-77 and became involved in a multi-vehicle car collision. The fatal accident has given me a different input on life in general. The moment we crawled out of the car, and nearby drivers stopped to tell us the driver who initially hit us was driving at over 100 mph and weaving in and outside lanes, I felt angry. I was confused and felt helpless. A witness rushed to me and said “I have no compassion for people like that…no compassion.” Still in shock, I had seen my mother lying on the floor with a bleeding wound on her face. My sadness and anger built. You can’t help but ask questions like “Why us?” and “What did I do to deserve this?” There was a moment when I thought I would lose my family, and it would all be at the fault of a reckless criminal who had no mercy for others. Thankfully, we are all blessed to be alive and well. However, in the moment of my loss of hope, I was becoming like the witness who had no
When working with clients of diverse background and cultures, it is important for counselors to be conscious of this fact during assessment and subsequent counseling. Due to fact that much of Western psychology and counseling theories and approaches stem from a White, European viewpoint, experiences and symptoms of marginalized groups are also evaluated by this same perspective (Sue & Sue, 2016). Furthermore, Hays (2015) stated, “psychological assessment involves standardized procedures that have been developed and shaped by dominant culture, which largely ignores or dismisses cultural influences. As a result, cultural questions and consideration are commonly left out,” (p. 128).
Rosa Lee Cunningham is a 52-year old African American female. She is 5-foot-1-inch, 145 pounds. Rosa Lee is married however, is living separately from her husband. She has eight adult children, Bobby, Richard, Ronnie, Donna (Patty), Alvin, Eric, Donald (Ducky) and one child who name she did not disclose. She bore her eldest child at age fourteen and six different men fathered her children. At Rosa Lee’s recent hospital admission to Howard University Hospital emergency room blood test revealed she is still using heroin. Though Rosa Lee recently enrolled in a drug-treatment program it does not appear that she has any intention on ending her drug usage. When asked why she no longer uses heroin she stated she doesn’t always have the resources to support her addiction. Rosa Lee is unemployed and receiving very little in government assistance. She appears to
In fall 2008 Ryan Didone was with four of his friends, when he hit a tree with his car. He died at the hospital as 15 years old. Captain Thomas Didone works at the police department, and he is Ryan’s father. He never thought he was those parents who would get a phone call like that. If it could happen to him, it could happen to anyone. Ryan’s father was with his son, the day he was born, and he unfortunately had to be with his son, the day he died, and he never wishes that to any parents. It was an inexperienced, and immature driver and to high speed at night with some other kids. He was going too fast. Ryan gave serious trauma for the rest of the community.
I had skipped the fifth grade and missed a whole year of instruction. No one helped me bridge that gap year of instruction; everyone assumed I would catch on in sixth grade and that I should be happy because I was back in my rightful grade. Unfortunately, what followed was a year of struggle to understand the material which repeated itself each year after year. Teachers understood that I was struggling, but they never really helped me and I was passed on until I got to high school when my grades showed that I had essentially no credits at the end of my sophomore year. It was clear to see that skipping a grade while exciting may have been the worst thing for me.
...t he does not know how he managed to survive, but he sure was glad to have made it through.
The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration estimates, “More than 10,000 young people in the United States are killed and 40,000 are injured in auto accidents when alcohol is involved” (“Understanding The Effects Of Alcohol: Drunk Driving”). Unfortunately, Jack was one of those individuals. Newly twenty-one, Jack was thrilled by the privilege to finally be able to drink legally. It was two o’clock in the morning, and the air was cold and dry. After a long evening of playing pool and enjoying drinks, Jack was now headed to his cozy home where his girlfriend was awaiting his arrival. The road was covered in a slight layer of pure white snow, as the December flurries began to set in. Jack knew there was snow on the road, so he drove along at a safe and careful speed. What he did not realize was that he slowly was gaining speed. As the alcohol began to catch up with Jack’s body, tiredness overcame him and he gradually dozed off. The next think he knew, he was lying in a hospital bed with his girlfriend apprehensively watching him. Once he regained consciousness, he was informed of his accident. He had skidded into the adjacent ditch, because of the slippery roads, and crashed into a tree line. His car looked like a piece of crumpled up wrapping paper on Christmas morning. Doctors said it was miraculous that he was even alive, but Jack was astonished to find out that he would never walk again. Although it may not seem like it to him or his family, Jack was very lucky to have had the accident he did. By making the decision to drive drunk, he could have risked an innocent individual’s
My only ‘normal’ year of high school was my freshman year. I don’t know if any part of high school is normal, but the last three years for me were miserable. Those years were full of construction. Greeneville High School was built in 1950 and was in serious need of help. The town had to make a decision on what they wanted. They weren’t sure whether to build a brand new school in a new location or remodel and expand right where it is. They chose to rebuild and expand. That meant my last years there would be one big headache. I’m not saying the decision to leave the school in its existing location was wrong, but I do believe that no one really took into consideration the hassle it would cause.
Sybil Dorsett is someone who is known for having 16 different personalities. Sybil grew up in a small town in Wisconsin as an only child. She was abused verbally, as well as, physically by her mother when she was a child. Sybil mother suffered from a mental illness which was probably the reason for the abuse toward Sybil. Even though her father was never really around, Sybil grew up in a two parent household. Her parents never believed in mental illness or seeing any psychologist because of their religious beliefs. Sybil’s mother and father referred to hypnoses and therapy as the “devils work”. Hattie, who is Sybil’s mother, was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia by a physician, but went untreated up until she died. Her mother mood changed
I like a lot of people didn’t go to college straight out of High School. I took a year off. I did nothing. I went to school for a semester and realized I couldn’t pay for it and that what I thought I had wanted to do my whole life sucked and I hated it. No harm, no foul, move on. Except I can’t. My brain won’t let me.
and that 's when I moved to another school. Moving was more like a new beginning for me