On a townhouse at 3965 Deer Ridge drive, Silver Spring, MD 20904 on Thursday, 09/27/2017 around 12:30 pm I was going to the basement to wash clothes. I turned on the lights and saw a flood entering inside the basement with a high speed through a little window which was located on the left corner of the basement. I start to cover it; if I attempted to reach it, the flood will pour on my head because the window was a little higher above me. Due to the incident, so many household items were damaged, especially brand new 2 mattresses, blankets, carpets, chars, paper documents, books, and some electronic items including kid’s clothes and shoes. Incident Response I immediately rush towards the window to cover it.
The downtown was flooded because it was built on a floodplain. Back when the town of Minden was founded, there were not any laws about building houses near rivers. The houses were so close to the water that there was massive loss of and damage to property. In Minden, there is a record of flooding; there were floods in 1913, 1928, 1943, 1950, and 1983. As of 1975, the government started the Flood Damage Reduction Program (FDRP), which is a program that finds areas that are vulnerable to flooding and they prohibit building on that part of the
In summary, on 03/11/16 at 1516 hours I was assigned to a Domestic Incident at the Cicero Police Station.
In ‘Whose Statement Is It? An Examination of Victim Impact Statements Delivered in Court’, the researchers looked at several different concepts and questions pertaining to victim impact statements. To help victims alleviate their suffering, victim impact statements are a way that the criminal justice system implemented to allow victims to participate in the case and have a voice. One of the issues with this is that the narratives are regulated which can lead to frustration and anger from the victims. Victims might not be able to express their true emotions and feeling to the offender or to the court. These constraints on the victim impact statements may hinder their healing and neglect their therapeutic purpose. The study’s objective is to
There are many survivors who must lead their lives in fear of another attack, survivors like Helena. Helena had just turned seventeen years old and had received a vintage Volkswagen from her mother. Just days later, while washing her new car at a self-service station, a stranger approached her knife in hand and demanded she get into the vehicle. From there, he instructed her to drive to different locations and repeatedly raped her. After being held for hours, Helena had convinced him to let her go. He promised he would kill her family if she went to the police and took her drivers license so that he knew where she lived. He promised Helena that he would come visit her again and make her “his girlfriend.” Seeing that the coast was clear, she
Late into the night, around 2 AM we were awoken when our power clicked off. My mother found an old battery operated radio and tuned it to a local weather channel and heard that people were being told that evacuation was critical. After a peek out of the door to our car which whose tires were no longer visible due to the depth of the flooding, we realised that evacuation had been eliminated as an option for
I'm surrounded by gun fire. Women and children are screaming while men fight for their lives. I look around and all I see is destruction. Burning buildings with their pillars of smoke swirling into the night, people bleeding on the ground; looking death in the face, and people running from bullets that fly by them.
During life or death situations people are hectic and stressed; this causes the situation to feel out of control. I will never forget the life or death situation I experienced on April 28th. It's the morning of my shoulder surgery the sky, was dark and cold. My parents walk me into the hospital where I was checked in and brought to my preparation room. Once I was ready the nurse took me to the operating room, there I feel asleep. When I woke up I was checked by the same nurse and was released to go home. We got home and my grandma was there to help so my parents talked with her while I waited on Haley to come home from school.
on a very good morning with a shiny bright sun up in the sky and birds singing on the tree, I was there standing in a middle of the field and get ready to set up my bow for a shooting. While I was busy preparing my bow, my friend Sara came and get me with a smile on her face. She then ask me if I'm free to hear her story.
Every single event that a person experiences changes them, whether for better or for worse. Anything from going on a picnic to tripping over a trashcan has the potential to affect an individual. However, if a person experiences something distressing, such as losing someone they care about or being in a war, that event will have a greater impact of them than performing for a play would. A traumatic event can affect a person’s morals and beliefs. It can also have a negative impact on the brain, which can cause difficulty in the person’s everyday life.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
Drifting like clouds, smoke continuously poured out of my cigar. Tapping my feet and biting my lips I observed all the clues of the murder, I clenched my fists and flipped through the numerous pages of information. Abruptly, I heard a knock at the door and calmly told the person to come in. Expectedly, Al, my co-worker lent me updated information about the murder of my partner, I signaled him my thanks and told him that he may leave. Creaking, the door shuts lightly and I focused back onto my work, eventually I had the urge for revenge and set out to assassinate the man myself.
As Judith Lewis Herman explains, “traumatic events produce profound and lasting changes in physiological arousal, emotion, cognition and memory” (34). Laurie Vickory uses the recent studies in trauma to develop trauma as a form of narrative. In her literature, she writes that trauma narratives “raise important questions and responsibilities associated with the writing and reading of trauma as they position their readers in ethical dilemmas analogous to those of trauma survivors” as a means to “help readers to access traumatic experience” (1). Roy employs Vickory’s characteristics of a trauma narrative to recreate Estha and Rahel’s experience of trauma enabling readers to better understand the damaging effects of trauma on their lives.
My story started about a week ago. I was heading to bed early, because I was tired from a long day with plans to wake up a few hours before class to review for a test. As I closed my books for the evening and headed to bed around midnight, little did I know something was going on outside.
Have you ever felt uncomfortable to live in your own home? Out of my thirty two years of living, I have encountered a few terrifying experiences. However, of those incidents none could compare with the experience of our home being burglarized. I was undecided moving into this house because it was a decent but known to be a dangerous area. With my options being few, I decided to sign a year lease. Only one more month before my lease was over, that’s when the unthinkable happened.
Last year I got involved in a massive car accident. It was the most terrified part of life. It was the moment. I will never forget in my whole life. Before, I never realized how people really feel when a car accident happens.But,after this car accident I know what really it felt like. It was the moment. My mind was totally feared of driving. I was crushed by the hot metal and cold dirt of car. I was not feeling my arm,my body was numbed.It was felt like my lower body pressed down with monster force. All I could feel was the noise of car accident ringing in my ear.I was barely able to move my body. I was kept thinking. What my parents going to think about this? Where is my friend John? I looked through the window and saw the cars passing by