“What’s wrong, Colton? Had it been another grueling day at work?” My wife had affirmed by my wistful facial expression, as I walked through the door. She sat me down and started gently clenching her soft hands on my tense shoulders, messaging out my utmost distress. It had become a ritual; returning home from the department in terror, after envisioning the Flames. The flames, I had thought to myself. It had not simply been those that had destroyed the buildings, but also, those I saw embodied within the victim’s eyes. I had been trained to put out those of the buildings, however, the fear and panic that had been built up for them, from witnessing all that they loved and held dear disappearing in flames, never to be put out, creates an emotional scar threshed into their soul, displayed through their eyes. Nobody had ever been quite the same, something within, had changed them. Although work was tough, I simply loved to help others, even from a young age and I had concluded that an employment that benefits my friendly nature would make me feel fulfilled and accomplished. My wife had stopped messaging and began to caress me, while playing with my thick and tousled dark hair. “Is there anything you’d like to share with me?” she said. She had always been there for me, supporting me, and I love her with all my heart. What had started from a simple physical attraction, had developed and grew into a mutual bond, our marriage commitment of five years demonstrating our true connection. It’s her beautiful soul, I had concluded. She is genuine and her humbleness and attentiveness are distinct, alluring qualities that lead me into appreciating her more and more. There are so many memories to be told; shared with her, nonetheless I couldn’t ...
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Now restless in my bed, I decide to visit the women in the hospital. I rush over, and I ask the attendant for her room number. She told me “Room 221 on the second floor.” I find her room and there she lay, motionless with diverse machines hooked up to her, including the heart monitor, which continuously beeps. “I’m sorry. This is my entire fault.” I tell her. There was a long pause. Again, I repeat “I’m sorry.” Faintly, I hear her say “We all make mistakes, what’s important, is that we did our best. I appreciate all the efforts you made to save my baby, but now, my time is approaching to join her at the gates.” “Please don’t leave us.” I cry. She chuckles and says “Angels won’t be new to me in heaven, I’ve already met one. Thank you for everything.” And the heart monitor lets out a loud and distinct beep displaying a straight line on the screen. She passed away.
One of the more romantic elements of American folklore has been the criss-crossing rail system of this country – steel rails carrying Americans to new territories across desert and mountain, through wheat fields and over great rivers. Carl Sandburg has flavored the mighty steam engine in elegant prose and Arlo Guthrie has made the roundhouse a sturdy emblem of America’s commerce.
While working as a nurse Sanger came across a woman by the name of Sadie Sachs (likely a compilation of many women) who became very ill after giving herself an abortion. Sachs begged the doctor for advice on pregnancy preven...
In this inspiring story, Laura saves her family from her husband’s destruction and midlife crisis by ignoring her own feelings of anger, hurt and confusion. One day after twenty years of marriage, her husband came to her and said, “I don’t love you anymore and I’m not sure I ever did. I’m moving out. The kids will understand. ...
Bullets whizzed by and, the anguished cries wounded men echoed across the battlefield, but Clara Barton pushed through the sea of bodies; determined to get to the wounded. Even though many might know her from her nickname “Angel of the Battlefield” or as the founder of the American Red Cross, but she started as just a very stubborn, patriotic, young woman who was determined to help. Even in a time of despair. She brought hope to soldiers and their families, both on and off the battlefield.
devil, and those angels are known as "demons", as is Satan himself. Satan had been an angel, but decided to do his own thing. Angels can see all aspects of a situation instantly, since they are so very wise.
When she finished with her morning ritual, I took her into the house, gave her a pat on the head, and grabbed my running shoes. My mind was still empty as I walked to my car, hit the automatic unlock button, and put the key in the ignition. I turned the key one click and the electric system forced the radio to blast into my ears. Simultaneously, thoughts I wasn’t aware were there came to the surface as I listened to Cutting Crew sing “I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight.”
The term angel derives from a Greek translation of the Hebrew word mal'akh, which first meant "Shadow side of God," and now means messenger (Jeremiah 59). Angels as an article of faith have become an unshakeable part of our society. One in every ten popular songs involves angels in some way (Freeman 2). They appear in paintings and in museums as sculptures. Our culture is filled with angels that appear on clothing, cards, or as souvenirs, and jewelry. It would be reasonable to assume that one might find the most information about angels in the Christian bible. However , the bible only mentions three angels by name and actually contains very little information about these beings. Almost all of the information we have about angelic attributes comes from the three great Chronicles of Enoch. In these chronicles Enoch describes his journey to the ten Heavens where he saw angels in heaven's penal and punishment area, punishing sinners. His view was that hell existed in small pockets that were distributed throughout heaven. This view was not consistent with the later Church that believed heaven and hell were two separate places. Because of this, St. Jerome declared these texts apocryphal (Godwin 9). However, a lot of material from these chronicles appears in the New Testament. Though much of what we know currently about what angels are and what they do is based on misconception and myth, the concern of this paper is with the genus Angelus Occidentalis. This is the term used to describe a number of angelic species and sub-species in Judaism, Islam, and Christianity (Godwin 7). The term angel describes not only the benevolent forces of heaven but also the malevolent forces of hell. When Lucifer fell from ...
As a child the sight of an ambulance would send shivers down my spine, the flashing lights and loud horn, the panic as cars comes to a stop, and the terrifying events that followed. Being a witness to such commotion never seemed as horrendous until I became the person inside the ambulance. After experiencing headaches, sore throat, shortness of breath, and the lack of ability to move my left arm my parents sent out a distressed call to the paramedics who then rushed me into the E.R. Within the hour I was no longer on a gurney, but instead was on a hospital bed, tangled in color-coded wires to keep me alive. Hours passed, possibly even days, when I opened my eyes, only to find the words “ Sabrina’s room” on a dashboard in big pink letters. Injected into my left arm was an IV tube that dispensed antibiotic fluids into my suffering body. As I turned my head to look into the mirror I saw that my hair was shaved and a scar remained with staples over it, forming into the shape of an arc.
This is the beginning of a journey that welcomes new life into the world. It all started on a Thursday, December 18th 2014. Elias was ready to see the world and Nakona was ready to give birth and see him. Nakona started laboring at 6:00 a.m. She busted into my room and woke me up asking me to take care of Lillian, their two old daughter, until she was picked up. Brandon, her husband, just finished a meeting when Nakona called to tell him she was in labor. Brandon came home and took care of Nakona until the midwife arrived. I couldn’t believe that this was really happening and that I would see Elias that day.
I immediately rushed to the hospital to see if god had spared my Jacks. I was so confused about everything. I prayed over and over again that I wouldn’t hear the worst. My stomach was in knots, I felt like I was going to throw up at anytime. I drove with a heavy heart. If she was okay and I could get her back, I planned to redeem myself and spend the rest of my life with her. I debated whether or not I should tell her about cheating on her after the fight but I didn’t want to hurt her more. I’d have to think about it. As I walked in the building, there was a nurse in the entrance talking. I overheard her talking about a woman who was in an accident and I thought she was referring to Jackie but then she said the baby would be fine. I knew then, it wasn’t Jacks. I then approached the receptionist in hopes that she would tell me what I needed to hear.
All of sudden her hurried pace slowed, trying to steady herself reached out for dad’s arm. At the same time, holding her up and hugging me tightly, explained, “They found a large mass above Eddie’s pelvis.” Mom was listening intensely. He continued, “The mass crushed his pelvis, the intensity of the pain caused the collapse”. Their conversation interrupted, a nurse approached with the release forms for surgery. Mom yelled, “What!” and burst into tears. “Can you please give us a second, we need to discuss this, my baby boy!”. Mom, the strongest among us, now seeing her tears flow, caused my fears to bubble to the surface for a bit. Suddenly, my dad clapped his hands to refocus us that Ed needed surgery now. His hand shook trying to sign the forms. Those papers represented the beginning of a long
“Beep... Beep.... Beep…”, the machine goes as my 7 year old Angie is connected to so many cord and wires. All theses machines connected to her just to keep her alive. She is my only daughter, my only child and the only family i have. “ Daddy”, Trembled my poor or Angie, “Where are we”. “Its gonna be all right”, I said comforting, assuring her that everything was gonna be all right. I had to hold back the tears as she drifted back to sleep. As the ventilator caused her chest to go up and down as she breathed, I thought back to what had happened.
I sat in her room at her house with my Mom, Dad and Sister. She was asleep, curled up in a ball, rejecting any medicine we tried giving her. We knew her time with us was almost up but we didn’t want to admit it just yet. It was hard to look at her in the condition she was in: cold, skinny, and pale. My heart was aching and my mind was racing. I knew it wasn’t long before I had to say my goodbyes, but I didn’t want to face reality. Before leaving, I leaned over her hospital bed, hugged her tight, kissed her on her cheek, and said, “I love you.” She opened her eyes and said “I love you” back, with the strength she didn’t seem to have the entire day. That night, my heart was at
Angels are defined as a typically benevolent celestial being that acts as an intermediary between heaven and earth and one who manifests goodness, purity, and selflessness (Angels). They are seen as good and helpful beings and have been known for giving human beings messages or signs from God. They have many virtuous characteristics to them and components that make them so interesting. These components include their origin, their reputation of always being good, their overall appearance, the several main and influential angels, and the rankings of different angels.
When I entered her room, I was surprised to discover she appeared to be a dying senior citizen, rather than a woman in her twenties, only a few years older than me. Her depression filled the room with a heaviness that was immediately felt. She knew she wouldn't live much longer. And the thought of leaving her young toddler children, both under the age of five and her husband was excruciatingly painful. I was overwhelmed.