Death-Personal Narrative

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

Death is the conclusion to something in life. In “A Case for Tragic Optimism”, it states that there needs to be optimism even through the “tragic triad”. The tragic triad is pain, guilt, and death. In human existence, these three instances will happen in a lifetime. But staying positive and pushing through is what eliminates death in a spiritual way. “And this, in turn, presupposes the human capacity to creatively turn life's negative aspects into something positive or constructive. In other words, what matters is to make the best of any given situation.” The end of life death cannot be stopped. Death in other instances can be conquered though, it all depends on a person’s willingness to push through the hard times and continue on. These three main aspects of the human condition are important when put together. There can’t be growth without conflict, or growth without death. To better oneself, one must continue forward to experience something new to live a successful life. The texts are a key component to these because they give all of the human condition aspects to the man that has to live through

The remorse grey morning awaited. I never knew one person could have such an impact on my life, as well as everyone else’s lives. I always thought everything was just a beautiful fantasy land where everything was perfect. Waterfall coming out of everyone's eyes filled my imagination of what one man can do to a crowd. I asked myself one question, “Why him, why does it have to be him”. The emotions, pouring out of meand I knew the fall of 2006 was gonna be bad.

Life’s greatest mystery among the living has always been death. Although death is a universal experience, the question, “what happens after death?” has haunted humanity throughout all of history. Even the most intelligent beings of the human race have argued the issue of death through the lenses of science, religion, and philosophy, and come to no agreeable conclusion. Death is an inevitable phenomenon, but it remains the most daunting unanswerable question. In her poem “When Death Comes”, Mary Oliver uses simile, metaphor and a comforting, inspirational tone to minimize the fear and arguments surrounding death and emphasize the importance of fulfilling life. Rather than being a daunting end, death’s approach should be a motivation to experience

The leather feels cold under my fingertips as I sit on our living room couch. My feet are propped up on the small coffee table, banging together lightly in boredom. Mom sits with me, our shoulders barely touching. It's only been twelve hours since I found Laura in the alley and the police already want to put us into protective custody. I don't want to go, but there is nothing tying me here anymore. Laura's gone.

This is what lies ahead for us in these upcoming days. When we have to say goodbye to everything familiar, safe, and be exposed to a new world while leaving great memories behind. But believe me when I say, there are far greater things ahead than any we leave. What we can’t do is live our lives always afraid of the next goodbye and the coming beginning, because chances are they’re not going to stop. The trick is to recognize when a goodbye can be a good thing: when it’s a chance to start again. Two years ago, I almost lost my father to cardiovascular disease that was close enough to claiming his life. All I can say is that it was the worst time of my life. My days were filled with long empty hallways, and awful dim lights that flickered without a rhythm, hospitals reminded me of something in a horror film. To me, hospitals were full of pain. To me, hospitals were where people went to die, where people went to say goodbye. To me, hospitals meant death. I remember constantly fearing that the next time I'd see my father would be in a wooden casket. My father who not only spent half of his paycheck so I can buy new clothes and travel out of the country or get a proper education, but who was also very open minded and not afraid to expose me to new things out there because he knew that to gain experience and wisdom, I had to see the good and the bad of everything, was in a place where

We all suffer loss of loved ones through death. Loss is inevitable. We never truly get over our losses but we get through it overtime. This is the molding and shaping of the adult we are supposed to become. The day my grandfather passed away I felt I had lost everything in a blink of an eye. He was the only grandparent I had left. Nothing could bring him back. He was gone. I never thought he would have passed away so quickly The Melanoma had won the war. His life was over and so was mine. Overtime I became a man of faith and this only strengthened me as a christian. This was a test of my faith.

Today I was joined by John (the ox) Entwistle one day after he was pronounced dead in the arms of a Las Vegas stripper from a cocaine overdose 2 days before The Who’s states tour: The bassist of the millennium was in room 658 of the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Nevada. The stripper/groupie of the band Alycen Rowse found John cold when she woke up. We talked to him and discussed how he was feeling about his death and hopefully find out the story behind it.

Surviving a near death experience can have a lasting impression on an individual. The sheer unpredictability of the event as well as the immediate danger that is presented in front of the person are two. Unfortunately, as a nine-year old, I had an unexpected encounter with a Rottweiler dog as I was coming home from school on a rainy day. It was an experience that made me change my outlook on life and how I perceived danger in general.

It was a cold winter’s day, a siren echoed in the distance. Probably just another drill, there had been many since the news was announced. The streets had been evacuated a couple of weeks ago, everyone who could afford to leave anyway. The richest residents were taken to nuclear bunkers, with food water, and shelter. I’m walking home from school at the moment. I didn’t go to learn. The teachers are at the bunkers. I went to scavenge; food, water, and money. There’s everything you could ever need there. We know we’re going to die anyway. The bombs are meant to be dropped in a couple of days. With no protection, no money, and no hope, how can anyone put up a fight against a gigantic ball of fiery death?

Okay well almost death Why did this have to happen to me today? .*Yawn*.I had finally got out of my bed.I slowly walked downstairs because I was still waking up.When I finally got downstairs into my kitchen and got myself a bowl of cerial.I did this every morning. I poured some fruit loops into a light blue bowl.I poured almond milk in to my bowl ,and brought it over to my dark green leather couch.I was setting my bowl down on one of our brown end tables ,and I noticed somthing weird.Summer is usally racing around in her wheel running like a clown was chasing you,and we can usally hear wheel squeeking.I looked down and her cage,we had a fish tank thing for her cage because she would just eat through the plastic and could patentally escape and get out of the cage I remember the pet store lady told me when I first got a pet that was actually mine and that was Summer.When you open the cage the whole cage is compleatly open.A perfect way for my mestevouse cats to get in.And when I looked down it was wide open and I jumped right to conclusen and stated that she was dead!I looked in her cage and I didn’t see her.I picked up her house and then put it back down then i started scattering the sawdust

I woke up and i got ready, brushed my teeth, got dressed for school. my dad was dropping me and my sister off at school when he got a phone call from my grandma or know as his mom. The words that came out her mouth was marve died. That was my grandpa. My grandpa was my dads step dad. He started bursting into tears. That was the first time i saw my dad crying I asked what was going on to my dad he said your grandpa died. That was the first time i saw my dad cry ever it was so surprising. My dad drove away to go see her and comfort her. He asked her if she was ok and my grandma said i'm fine.

Death is the final chapter of our story. Chapter 18 of our text describes it as a permanent break where our experiences come to an end; we leave family and friends behind as well as any unfinished business to enter the unknown. Although, I believe, as for Christians, death is when our life truly begins. Death, for me, means entering the glorious Kingdom and finally meeting my Maker. American contemporary Christian music band, MercyMe, wrote a song called I Can Only Imagine, which talks about ways we might act when coming face-to-face with Christ. When I think of dying, I think of the lyrics to this song.

Robert Frost had these feelings when he penned the poem Fire and Ice. Analyzing and researching about the poem further I discovered that the piece was derived from the divine comedy Dante’s Inferno. When considering the deeper meaning, it aids in opening the door to the obscure explanations of each line. Frost sought to show the world as an individual, his life, as well as civilization itself. I can relate to this because I’ve often considered how my life would come to an end. I know that sounds morbid, but it is a curious thing to ruminate.

After my wife passed away, I didn’t think there was much more meaning in my life. I knew eventually everybody passed from old age and I didn’t have much time left in my own life but I had hoped that what little I did have I could spend with my beloved wife, Ruth. We had been married 52 years before the angel of death came and took away my light in the middle of the night. At least she had passed silently and painlessly.