It was a cold February day in 2016 and me and my sister Lindsey just got home from school. I grabbed a snack before I started playing NCAA 08. I picked the Florida Gators and I was versing the Vanderbilt Commodore. I was halfway in the game when my sister came down stairs and yelled, “Come on Josh we need to hurry up and pick Grandma up, because Grandpa just passed out at work and he wasn't waking up.” We got everybody in the car and got out of there in less than ten minutes. After that, we picked my grandma up and headed to the hospital, but we got their a little bit later than we wanted to because of traffic. We finally made it to the hospital and our relatives and the doctors told us that he was rushed to the ER and was without oxygen from his brain for about …show more content…
I prayed every day that I would see my grandpa and he’d get better. A couple of days later we heard he was moved to the “Cardiac Arrest area where a section in the hospital has people that have had a sudden stop of their heart beating and functioning” (“What is sudden Cardiac Arrest”). The good news was the nice kind doctors found a solution to the problem. They insisted to insert a defibrillator. The doctors knew it was the best solution to the problem “ A defibrillator is a procedure used to treat life threatening conditions that affect the rhythm of the heart such as cardiac arrhythmia, ventricular fibrillation and pulseless vertikator tachycardia” (Mandel). After a couple of days later they do the process to insert the defibrillator. I was hoping it would work and I would be able to see my Grandpa again, but they kept him in hospital for a day or two to see if he’d be ok. Then the doctors started seeing healing and advances that he was doing better. Finally, after being in the hospital for 10 days I got to see my funny awesome Grandpa again and it was one of the most best moments in my life. I asked
Tell Tale Heart is a short horror story by E.A. Poe that is told from the first person perspective and describes the murder of an old man. The main character plots the crime because he (supposing the narrator is male) is irritated by the old man’s “evil eye”. The narrator kills the old man in his sleep, dismembers the body and hides the corpse parts under the floorboards. The main character is not suspected until he confesses the murder to the police believing everyone can hear the beating of the dead man’s heart from under the floor. Tell-Tale Heart is not a confession but an apology. The murderer tries to prove that the hideous crime, no mater how irrational it might seem to the readers, was planned and carried out in the calculated and premeditated manner. The narrator tries to convince the readers that he was conscious of his motives, actions, and intentions. What is more, he stresses that there was no trace of permanent or temporary mental disorder, let alone insanity. However, the choice of the point of view, tone and mood of the Tell-Tale Heart allow Poe to create the opposite effect and convince the readers that the story is an account of a madman. The psychological effect of the first-person narrative, the tone and symbolism let Poe enhance the gruesome effect of the story. The point of view chosen by Poe also makes readers feel as if the insane narrator addresses every reader personally. A vide range of stylistic devices is employed to make the story frightening from the very beginning.
During the summer or even on weekends my mom would take me with her to go help out her patients. Which included bathing them, feeding them, and caring for them. Not only did I help my mom with her patients but I would always help rake leaves, pick up trash and make their yard look nice. I can’t even image how they would’ve done all the things I did for them with their fragile bodies. I’m glad I was there for them and made a difference. Aside from helping my mom’s patients. I helped an elderly man who was on fire in his backyard. It was around spring time and I heard someone screaming yelling “help” so I went around to look and there he was on fire. I tried so hard to put out the fire and it felt like mission impossible but I did not give up even though the ambulance were on the way. He was burnt pretty bad, but I was so glad I found him. Who knows it could’ve been worse! He is still alive till this day and sits on his porch waiting for me to pass by his house every morning to say good morning. It’s such a wonderful feeling to know that I not only changed a life but I saved
I was praying for a miracle, that only God can give, A happening that is so rare, to see in all the days we live, I was praying for a miracle, I surely needed one, I had to face reality, and it seemed all hope was gone, For all miracles, as we do know, do come from heaven above, For God alone has the power, and the strength, of all His love, There is no living mortal, that can make this be all right, Perhaps there will be an answer, to my prayers in the night, There are the saddest moments, and my eyes will fill with tears, I have the feeling of great loss, thru the passing of the years, I gaze up to the sky, where there is heaven’s peaceful shore, And again I’ll pray so silently, for a miracle, once more.
"Deedee get up it 's time for school," my mom always said. Up until fifth grade that was all I could remember hearing. Every morning before school, I can remember being so anxious and excited about going to school, school is where I shined. I was not like everyone else, I did not play sports and I could not sing or dance. However, for a long time school is where I showed off my talents.
Getting ready to walk into Anna’s hospice room, my anxiety level was escalating. Saying a quick prayer, I asked God to help me find the right words to comfort Anna and her family. Upon knocking on her door, a young lady in her middle 20’s answered the door. Opening the door for me, she informed me Anna was her grandmother and she would like me just to sit with her and that she would return after work. And she left. No get to know you introduction here, very formal, matter of fact, serious kind of girl. No one was going to invade her space. Oh well, I thought, I’m here to help Anna, hopefully Julie will open up later.
Sunday, August 3rd, 2017 at approximately 10:00 a.m., I Detective L. Donegain was contacted by Sergeant P. Orellano in-reference to an overdose. I was advised the victim was at 500 Rhodie Avenue, Fayetteville, North Carolina 28304. Sergeant P. Orellano advised the victim was located by his parents and had two needles next to him.
Being that I was a little kid, I thought I was on my way to heavan. But soon, my representation of an angel turned in to a nurse. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?” I wake up, I say yes to her questions and go to sit up but she stops me and lays me back down. “don’t sit up, im going to get your parents.” I lay there in bed and wait. My mom and dad walk in and they smile, hug and kiss me. The nurse says that im able to go home and in few minutes. Time passes and im on my way home. My family calls to see if im okay and send gifts. I slept the rest of the day. Never again will I, play with a group of kids with a baseball
Yet when my mom got to the hospital and she saw me still waiting, she was a bit confused on why the surgery was taking so long. The nurse finally told us she would be in her room in a couple of minutes. We headed up to see her, and my grandmother has never been good under anesthesia. She was groggy and wasn’t really talking much, but we understood why. We said our goodbyes, and were
On Saturday, July 15th, 2017 I was hit by a car. People find this surprising. And I can’t blame them. Nobody ever pictured me getting hit by a car. I can’t say that I was unlucky because the car was only going 10 miles per hour and it stopped immediately.
Have you ever had a moment in time that seems like minutes or hours even though it was only a few seconds? Have you ever seen everything before you play out in slow motion, where you are aware of everything around you, yet not knowing what was going on? I have, and as I look back on it, I feel very blessed and protected. On March 21, 1987, I decided to take a little swim in our swimming pool and almost drowned.
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.
They called the Home Teachers at the time. They came and gave my brother a blessing. He went into surgery after that. We waited like forever for news from his Doctor. All of a sudden, the doors of surgery room open up.
Have you ever had a moment in time that seems like minutes or hours even though it was only a few seconds? Have you ever seen everything before you play out in slow motion, where you are aware of everything around you, yet not knowing what was going on? I have, and as I look back on it, I feel very blessed and protected. On December 22, 01, I decided to take a little swim in our swimming pool and almost drowned. I still can remember it like yesterday. This incident almost cost me my life,
My sister said nothing to me, she just hugged me and introduced me to the head coach, Brayton.
I always hear those old sayings. In the course of one day I can hear them about everything from retraining old dogs to getting up early. I think they make sense and I even ponder on some of them, but I never really thought one might mean as much to me, or become as realistic as it has become in my life. The clichés about telling those you love, how you feel, before it is too late and the ones about living every day like it is your last have an all new meaning to me.