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When Ambur and Lucinda made it back to the beginning of the trail she uncovered the bags of gold she had hid and carried them to the house. Ambur asked Lucinda if he should be there when she told them about the gift. She thought about it and said, “Would you Ambur? I’m not sure how they’ll handle this.”
So Ambur waited on the back porch while Lucinda asked her mom and dad to come out. “What’s so important at 9:30 at night that can’t wait till morning?” asked her mom when they stepped out on the back porch. Ambur was sitting on one of the rocking chairs smoking his pipe.
“Good evening, Steve and Kim,” said Ambur. "Luce asked me to be here, she has some news."
Kimberly said, “Ohhh please … Now what … I mean this can't be good or you wouldn’t be here, right?"
Steve said, “Just relax for a second dear, let’s hear it.”
"I don’t know how to tell you this mom and dad so I’ll just come out and say it. Ambur and Honeysuckle wanted to give me a gift. Not a regular gift, a special one. Ambur has the power to give the gift of finding gold to only one person in his lifetime, and he chose me. I can do this. I can find gold.”
Lucinda’s parents just sat there for a minute trying to understand what they just heard. “You mean you’re thinking about doing this?" her dad asked.
“No dad, he already gave it to me.”
“Maybe we should talk about this first," said her mom.
“NO mom, there’s nothing to talk about, Ambur gave me the gift already.”
“Well, maybe you should give it back until you’re sure."
At this point Ambur stood up and said, in a slightly elevated voice, “Steve and Kim I know this has taken you by surprise. What has been done is done. Luce can no longer give it back. It is hers.”
Kimberly then stood up and...
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...which I’m going to split with Frances (that’s the rule you know) and tonight Ambur and I found some more. Lucinda pulled out from her hiking pants two bags of gold. “One of these is for Frances.” Her father holds the gold in his hands and looks at Lucinda. So what I’m trying to say is, I suppose after Ambur divides it up you’ll be getting some more gold. I’m sorry if you didn’t want it," said Lucinda. “No," her dad said, “That’s fine. Bring what you find and I’ll try and figure out what to do next. I guess it’s a good problem to have.”
Ambur then said, “I’m sure Luce will tell you all I’ve said about finding gold. One of the things I've told her is at some point to also be giving. I know Lucinda is that type of person. Finding gold can be a rewarding time if it can be shared with those who may need it.” And with that said Ambur said his goodbyes and headed for home.
" I ask you to recall what we said earlier: that you, son of Halfdane and gold-friend to retainers, ...
He answered her, “Before the sun sets tomorrow, you must give away all the valuable things you stole. Not a single doubloon must be left in any of your chambers and you have to release everyone whom you have held captive.”
“He compromised all the rest of his life, risked signing a note without even knowing whether he could meet it; and, frightened by the trouble yet to come, by the black misery that was about to fall upon him, by the prospect of all the physical privations and moral tortures that he was to suffer, he went to get the new necklace, laying upon the jeweler’s counter thirty-six thousand francs.”
The room is silent, lit by a single flickering candle, and the shine of a full moon through the window. Candy and George are sitting in the bunkhouse seemingly lost in their own thoughts. It’s been 24 hours since Lennie and Curley's wife have passed, but the tension is still heavy in the air for many folks. Georges eyes drooped low, slightly watered at the rims. Curley, sitting on the other side of the room, stared blankly at the candle with an expressionless face. George jerked quickly towards Candy.
At that moment, Lauren walked into the room and smiled softly. “Time to go.” “Is everyone all packed up?”
In contemporary nursing practice, nurses need to integrate scientific knowledge and nursing theories prior to providing optimal health care. Nursing theories guide nurses to treat clients in a supportive and dignified manner through client centred approaches. However, it is challenge for nurses to practice client centred care in daily realities due to heavy workloads. In order to assist nurses to decrease the gap between ideal and real practice, Registered Nurses Association of Ontario (RNAO) develops Best Practice Guideline of Client-centred-care (Neligan, Grinspun, JonasSimpson, McConnell, Peter, Pilkington, et al., 2002). This guideline offers values and beliefs as foundation of client-centred care, and the core processes of client-centred care can facilitate provision of optimal nursing care. These four core processes of client-centred care include identifying concerns, making decisions, caring and service, and evaluating outcomes. According to RNAO (2006), ongoing dialogue with clients and self-reflection are essential for nurses to develop their nursing skills and knowledge on client-centred care. As a nursing student, I reflected on written transcripts of interactions between patients and me, so that I could gain insights into client-centred care for further improvement. Therefore, the purpose of this paper is to discuss importance of the core processes of client-centred care in nursing practice through identifying and critiquing blocks to conversation. Based on the guideline of RNAO (2006), respect, human dignity, clients are experts for their own lives, responsiveness and universal access will be elaborated in each core process of client-centre care as reflecting on three dialogues with patients.
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The commander came close and rubbed it between his fingers before letting it fall back against Chronicler’s chest. “Keep it then. I’m not one to come between a man and his religion,” he said, then emptied the purse into one hand, making a pleasantly surprised noise as he prodded through the coins with his finger. “Scribing pays better than I thought,” he said as he began to count out shares to his men.
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"You're getting to old for this Thronn," he whispered in the silence. Two hundred years. He was two hundred years old. That was really nothing but a pinch of salt in the life of an elf, but the constant pressures of his profession was starting to wear on him. Being a thief added a lot of stress to one's life. This job especially. Usually, he came out ahead, but not this time. His mouth quirked up in a cynical grin at the though of the mere two hundred gold that he was getting for this job. Raiding the castle of Lord Paraxel was not his idea of sane, not even his idea of insanity. But, he had needed the money at the time. He shook his head angrily and looked up. A lapse like that could easily cost him.