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To Die or Not to Die
“AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Both my brother and I screamed out in the dead of the night. The pain was intolerable and we were begging for some kind of relief from this seemingly never ending scene from Hell.
Well before I start there, let me tell you exactly why I was in pain. Twelve days ago, both my brother and I, feeling a particular hatred towards the Total Government Control Act, snuck out to the battlefield from the alien war 10 years ago. There, we fell into some slimy, malleable material and unbeknownst to us, we brought back a non contagious, airborne virus in our bodies, while we were breathing in the germ infested air. Day by day, the world watched as our health deteriorated, while the government doctors worked furiously to synthesize a vaccine to this seemingly deadly disease so that if anyone else did contract it, they could cure them. It seemed, however, that any kind of cure, natural or not, was to leave the host’s body paralyzed for life. My brother and I were essentially guinea pigs for the government.
My brother and I are identical twins, so identical that not even our parents could tell us apart. All through our lives, we’ve had a special connection of sorts. We were so linked to each other that we felt what the other felt in times of duress. While we were growing up, our parents taught us religious beliefs that hung with us to this day. We were both God fearing and believed that this vaccine was the punishment for our sins. We also believed that belief in God would help get us through this ordeal.
It seemed as the government enforced medication was doing us no good. Regardless of that, my brother was doing considerably better than I was, being able to talk freely and even sit up at times. For me...
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...ch one of you two is older?”
“I am, I am!” I yelled out, hoping to save my brother from the vaccine.
“Well then, I guess we’ll be giving it to this one,” one of them said, gesturing to my brother.
I thrashed and wailed and flailed but to no avail. I couldn’t get out. I then saw someone raising a stun gun, ready to knock me out.
“Tell my brother that I…” I whimpered as I saw a white flash and that’s when it all went black.
I heard the incessant beeping of the hospital machinery.
“He’s alive, he’s alive!”
“But who’s going to tell him about his brother?”
“About the reaction to the vaccine?”
“Someone will eventually, I guess he picked the right choice, not taking the vaccine.”
“It might have ended up killing him too!”
As I tried to ask them what they were talking about, none of my body would respond. I realized then, that I was a corpse in a living man’s body.
In the Frontline episode The Vaccine War, a progressively distressful debate ensues among many scientists and doctors within the public health system and an unnerving alliance of parents, politicians, and celebrities. The topic of debate is the overwhelming pressure parents feel to vaccinate their children and their right to decline such vaccinations. In several American neighborhoods, groups of parents have been exercising their right to refuse vaccinations, which has elevated anxiety on the return of vaccine-preventable diseases such as pertussis and measles. The reason such parents are denying their children various vaccines such as the MMR “triple shot” for measles, mumps, and rubella is because they are convinced that it is linked to autism, a link that has yet to be proven. Many of these parents are focused solely on their children, not taking into account that their decision may put the American populace at risk for disease. Such parents are not thinking about other members of society that vaccines don’t work for, and in certain adolescents the effects deteriorate, thus only when every person is immunized the “heard immunity” is successful.
Everyday thousands of individuals put their lives at risk for no more than a sense of thrill. These daredevils decisions usually result in situations that require rescues that cost society large amounts of tax dollars. People who put themselves in a life-or-death situation should be held accountable for their rescue and should also be responsible for their actions. Being in a life-or-death situation does not excuse anyone from choosing a wrong path while knowing it isn’t the correct decision.
The Socs got out of their car and walked towards us. My eyes grew wide as if I saw a ghost. Sweat was dripping down my forehead even though it was about thirty degrees. I wanted to cry. I wanted to give up on life. It didn't matter if I died because anybody would not care. Nobody.
Holding children’s hands while crossing the road, buckling them up in the car, and teaching them to stay away from strangers, are all important when it comes to child safety. But what about vaccinations? It is necessary that each child be properly vaccinated for many reasons, but most importantly for their health and well-being. With the help of vaccinations, many diseases have been eradicated and many lives have been saved. If parents do not properly vaccinate their children, health issues and other complications will arise for everyone, leading to a higher disease and death rate worldwide.
“Vaccines.” Current Issues: Macmillan Social Science Library. Detroit: Gale, 2010.Opposing Viewpoints in Context. Web. 4 Feb. 2014
Centers for Disease Control (CDC) estimated that 732,000 children were saved and 322 million cases of childhood illnesses were prevented between 1994 and 2014 due to parents preventative vaccinations. (Vaccines 1). With 732,00 children saved from death and illness there should be no question on whether parents should vaccinate their children. Vaccines are an important part of saving children’s lives, all parents should get their children vaccinated, this prevents their child from catching diseases and passing it on to other children and adults, some parents fear that vaccinations can cause autism when there is no scientific evidence; vaccines are safe in the amount used.
My leg bounced wildly. I had every nail on my hand bit down until they were almost bleeding. I had drank three Pepsi's and eaten two candy bars just for something to do, and we had only been waiting an hour. Sixty minutes of pure torture, not knowing what was wrong with my baby brother or if he was going to be okay.
I blacked out. Minutes later I was hearing the medic lady trying to communicate with me while she was strapping me down to the stretcher.
Vaccinations have significantly reduced the disease rate throughout the world. Usually, vaccines prove to be between 90 and 99 percent effective. This reduces disease and mortality rate by thousands every year (Jolley and Douglas 1). On average, vaccines save the lives of 33,000 innocent children every year (“Vaccines” 1). In addition, if a vaccinated child did contract the vaccine’s targeted illness, that child would, in general, have more mild symptoms than an unvaccinated child that contracts the same illness. These vaccinated children will have less serious complications if they do contract the disease; they will be much more treatable, and have a lower risk of death (Jolley and Douglas 2). The risks of not vaccinating greatly outweigh the small risks of vaccination. Diseases like measles and mumps can cause permanent disability. While there i...
The voices in my head become a swelling crescendo. I forcefully grab my head in between my hands as the words echo through my skull. Pain pulsates with every word. I squeeze my temples hard with my palms but the pain is unbearable. Clawing at my face, a scream rips through me; sapping every last drop of energy in my body. Like a rag doll, I collapse onto the cold concrete floor as a growing darkness overcomes me.
Euthanasia, the process of intentionally ending a life to relieve pain and suffering, is a conflicting subject. I myself still have a hard time coming up with a definitive outlook on it. The readings in Chapter 3 have given me tons of insight on the issue. I didn’t completely disagree with any of the readings but the one that resonates with me the least is John Hardwig’s “Is there a Duty to Die? For, one I can understand wanting to die to prevent pain and suffering, but I believe the choice should be up to you entirely. In that sense, it’s not necessarily a duty to die but accepting that your time has come, or is near. With that said, Hardwick’s views start to conflict with mine when he says “There can be a duty to die before one’s illnesses
Although some families chose not to vaccinate, other families are skipping mild vaccinations while others vaccinations are designed to prevent potentially life threatening illnesses. Lack of complete vaccine treatment increases the risk of disease for our entire population...
“Childhood vaccines are one of the great triumphs of modern medicine. Indeed, parents whose children are vaccinated no longer have to worry about their child's death or disability from whooping cough, polio, diphtheria, hepatitis, or a host of other infections.” (Ezekiel J. Emanuel, 1). Vaccines helped humanity for many years in eliminating illnesses that disfigured, disabled and a lot of times took lives away. Children who do not get vaccinated not only risk themselves by being an easy target for diseases they also, harm everyone around them. In the end, today's children are the fuel of the future. Every parent should think carefully before taking any chance that may harm the coming generation.
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened.