Where is Heaven? A wind blew over the meadow, bending a lone sapling almost to the ground. But it sprang back. It sprang back. It reached towards the hiding sun even though a branch had been torn off, leaves had flown away, and the wind would come again. The brown grass had sunk into the mud of previous rains. But alas, one more storm would come. One more cloud crept up upon the land. One more time the ashen sky would break and fall and drown out all that was left - except the hope, the love, the sun in her eyes, except for her will to forgive and rise above the gale. Where is heaven? In a similar question, where is hell? From where does our desire to be at peace come from? However you feel at any particular moment is a product of your own making. We will all end up in the same place, but what that place will be to us is dependent on how we live our lives. God forgives, and if we too forgive and succumb to love, we will be in heaven. If we are guilt ridden, well, I suppose we shall do time in purgatory. And all of us with hate in our hearts will burn forever in the pits of our own damnation. While on this earth we are allowed to give these places a go. We are allowed a taste of all that is above, and, I suppose, below as well. We are given a chance to decide our fates. I won't tell you which to choose. It's up to you.
Beginning in the mid-19th century, Chinese immigration to America was influenced by both the "pull" of California's Gold Rush and the""push" created by China's impoverished conditions. Years of drought, floods, disease, and famine ravaged China, a country already burdened with over-population and internal instability. European and American exploits into the region further exacerbated China's economic, political, and social problems. Chinese peasants, particularly in the rural Pearl River Delta area in the southeastern province of Guangdong, were desperate for relief. They began to migrate to urban centers in search of employment and survival. When this proved insufficient, the Chinese migrated to Southeast Asia and the Pacific Region. Word soon reached China that "Gum Saan," the "Gold Mountain" as the Chinese referred to America, was a land of opportunity for those seeking a better life.
E. The Elephant Man, Joseph Merrick, was thought to have NF, but he really had Proteus syndrome
...its PDE6, "which is involved in phototransduction in the retina" (Sildenafil Citrate, par. 17). Also, Sildenafil causes a decrease in blood pressure, though the cause of this is unknown (Sildenafil Citrate, par.13); further common side effects include "headache, flushing, and upset stomach" (FDA, par. 6). Finally, it is recommended that those who take nitrates (such as nitroglycerin, often used for the treatment of angina) not take Sildenafil as it was shown to "potentiate [increase] the hypotensive effects of nitrates" (FDA, par. 5).
There are three main classifications of drugs in athletics. The first class is performance continuance drugs, which is the only accepted class in athletics. This class contains such drugs as aspirin, ibuprofen, and asthma inhalers. The se...
Asthma is a disease of the lung that is usually either inherited or it may develop as a severe allergic reaction to a variety of causes. Not everyone who has allergies develops asthma though and not everyone who has asthma has allergies. It is a chronic inflammatory disease 3,5 and it can be very frustrating and difficult to live with if not treated properly. Exercise induced asthma (EIA) is also known as exercise induced bronchoconstriction (EIB). The term exercise induced asthma has been around for quite some time and has been described with symptoms such as wheezing, coughing, shortness of breath, tight feeling in the chest and fatigue. 1,2,3,4 It is usually defined by the following or some close variant: “a condition in which vigorous physical activity triggers acute airway narrowing in people with heightened airway reactivity.”3,4
"Asthma is a pulmonary disease with the following characteristics: 1) airway obstruction that is reversible in most patients either spontaneously or with treatment; 2) airway inflammation; and 3) increased airway responsiveness to a variety of stimuli" (Enright, 1996, p. 375). There presently exist many varieties of asthma that differ in the severity, means of induction, and methods of treatment. One type is exercise-induced asthma. "Exercise-induced asthma (EIA) is a temporary increase in airway resistance and acute narrowing of the airway that occurs after several minutes of strenuous exercise, usually after the exercise had ceased" (Spector, 1993, p. 571). Perfectly healthy individuals with no history of asthma or allergies can experience EIA. EIA can be found in 5.6%-25% of the general population and in 40%-90% of asthmatics (Randolph, 1997). EIA has been recognized for over 300 years, but only recently have it's pathophysiology, diagnosis, and treatment been studied in detail.
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
NF is very unpredictable and there is many manifestations of severity. There is no cure for NF even though Both NF1 and NF2 have been identified. (Neurofibromatosis Network) NF is not contagious. NF can cause growth of non-cancerous tumors on nerve tissues that will produce skin and bone abnormalities. Some people are widely affected by NF. Where some are unaffected and then there are some who are severely disabled. Neurofibromas are tumors that are usually non-cancerous that grown along the nerves in the on or under the skin. The usuall...
The right to assisted suicide is an intricate topic posed upon those in the United States and several other countries throughout the world. Assisted suicide proposes a controversy of whether or not a person has a right to solicit death through the help of a licensed physician. This issue has sparked an intense moral controversy.
Asthma is best described by its technical name: Reversible Obstructive Airway Disease (ROAD). In other words, asthma is a condition in which the airways of the lungs become either narrowed or blocked. The results are usually temporary but they cause shortness of breath, breathing trouble, wheezing, coughing, and tightness in the chest. To know what it really feels like to have asthma, I would like everyone to pick up the straw that’s on their desk and put it in their mouth as if they were using it to drink something. Then, pinch your nose. Try breathing for twenty seconds. A real attack can last up to more than 10 minutes and you are only doing it for 20 seconds. If we had more time, I would have the class go to a stairwell and have you run up and down and see what it is like to have asthma while doing other activities.
Jones, F, Bright, J, Clow, A (2001). Stress: myth, theory and research. Essex: Pearson Education Limited. p. 10.
Sometimes the grasshoppers would appear from around a blade of grass as if they were asking for approval to jump on my blanket. Every so often a leaf would jump off its branch to greet me as I sat. It would float through the air as light as feather and land softly on the grass. As the autumn drew near, it was like a rainstorm of brown, yellow and red leaves, all falling to make way for the beautiful spring leaves.
The sky is overcast, with grey clouds all over. A cold icy rain is steadily falling – a drizzle in some parts, a torrent in others – on these people standing here. On rare occasions, the sun is victorious, in breaking through the cloud cover, and offering a brief respite. However the ominous dark clouds close in very quickly and shut off the sunlight, all too soon to restart their assault on the poor folks below. Some of these people are standing under the tress, thereby having a little protection from the incessant rain, but the majority of them are left out in the open, with only the unmerciful clouds and the heavens above them.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.