Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.
I am only going to refer to my personal scan rate for the month of December, 2017. The December ER-KBMA -Compliant Form documents three non-scan medicinces
Home has different meanings to each individual around the world. It could be an emotional place, where happiness or joy is felt. This could happen when you live away from your home at a college. Where you are living, at the college, is not your home. Instead, your home is back where you lived before, with your family you love. Home could also be defined by a physical space, such as a physical house. To some, this is simply what a home is, providing nothing else but shelter. Finally, a home can be defined socially. For example, when you meet up with your friends after not seeing them for awhile could bring comfort and warmth to you. All of these things come together and collectively make up what a home truly is. Home, simply put, is a conglomerate of emotional, physical, and social aspects.
My whole family enter the United States by my grandfather, he served as a military man in haiti, and enter her by a boat and year later when he became a resident brought all of us, my goal is to be successfully and make my parents and grandfather proud.
It was a cold winter morning as my mother and father rushed into the local hospital; my mother was about to have her first child. My mother was sure she would have the daughter she dreamed of. She was supposed to be named Catherine, but my mother would not get a daughter, instead she got a healthy baby boy, but after hours of labor, she did not care what the baby was, as long as it was in her arms and not inside of her. My parents did have a plan if I was a guy; I was to be James Martin Milleville, a name that now outlines me in almost every capacity.
Identity. What is it? Where does it come from? Where do humans get that sense of “I’m going to be this way” or “I’m going to believe in this” or “This is what makes me, me”. Everyone has a different identity, we all have dreams, goals, perspectives, and different personalities, and this is all what makes being human beautiful. Identity, I believe, consists on components that build character on how other people view you. Sometimes, stereotypes get in the way of this. You’re identity is part of how you live yes, but how you look and how you present yourself is not really a part of who you truly are on the inside.
Approximately nineteen million people are affected by fear. Facing fears can be tough to overcome. Although facing a fear can be beneficial, it can also have you gain confidence in your abilities. For example a little boy can be scared of the water, then after he had experienced, or
To begin, I was born on Christmas in the year of 1998. I am the eldest of 4 children and was named after my father. I was raised by mother and father up until I was ten when they had went to Mexico, and since then, I was raised by my grandparents and continue to do so. I began my education in Gauer elementary but for my very first two years, I had changed schools around 4 times because we had moved very often. Eventually, I came back to Gauer indefinitely in the second half of my second grade year. When I began my third year, I was placed in the G.A.T.E. program, Gifted and Talented Education, because I had taken the placement test and showed signs of significance. From my 3rd year onward, until my 6th year, I had stayed enrolled in the program.
In the summer of 2006, my life took its first unexpected turn: I was seventeen years old and diagnosed with endometriosis. After I exited what I thought would be an exploratory laparoscopy, doctors explained how they had to perform a left-oophorectomy secondary to a large endometrioma. I was devastated. However, what was most shocking to me was the fact that it was done without proper consent or any prior explanation of the surgery’s possible outcomes.
Croatia. Summer 2015. I am sitting in the back of a stranger’s car on the way to a cemetery. A small girl in a yellow tutu reaches into her white sparkly purse on the seat between us and pulls out a seemingly endless group of bobble head pets. We do not speak each other’s language so we communicate through hand signals while she tries to teach me the alphabet in Croatian. She laughs at my funny pronunciation, and I smile at her enthusiasm for spelling every passing sign. Despite originally being in Croatia to participate in a conference in Zagreb, this weekend I was traveling through Eastern Croatia with a scholar, who through the examination of grave markers from the Yugoslav Wars of Dissolution asks a question people have been
Everyone defines himself or herself by something, whether it is their sport or their best subject or their favorite club. I am not excluded, and despite my involvement in fencing and my love of biology or my involvement in the International Baccalaureate at my school I think of myself of something else. I am above all an independent person. This is something I have carried with me for most of my life and education, as it came about when my father was deployed to Afghanistan during my fifth grade year. This was the same year my brother went off to college for the first time, which left me as the only male in my house. I was too young to realize I could not be the man of the house; in my mind, I had to try to be. I began doing more dishes, dealing
Cheers for my favorite e-sport team in the scene has been my unrealistic, but a beautiful dream. Shouting, cheering, and expecting, all the actions and feelings penetrated the screen and shoot into my heart as an arrow with fire. E-sport is unrealistic to some people, but it is the part of reality for me.
I was only 10 years old but I had every life goal laid out in a perfect plan. I was going to Pickerington to play basketball, getting a scholarship to OSU and have my dream job of being an attorney. Nothing could stop me, or so I thought. In the time it took to read a definition my world went into a tail spin that would completely disrupt all those plans I had, and destroy me for years to come. Nothing would ever be the same again.
Being able to define who you are to others is a rather difficult challenge to undertake. No one wants to come off sounding too confident, but no one wants to demolish their self-worth at the same time. We define ourselves in a multitude of ways. Defining a person can be accomplished through our physical characteristics such as hair, skin, and eye color. Another option to identify who we are is taste in music, political views, or how we treat others. However, one of the deepest ways to show others who we are is through our perception of whether we are an optimistic or pessimistic person. An optimist is a person you look to when life is becoming dull, and problems are hindering your experiences. A pessimist, the person that constantly fret, they fear the inevitable danger that comes from the “what if?” part of their brain. I’m one of the few that falls on the thin line that divides these two definitions. On the outside, I am the light onto the dullest of days, but on the inside I am in constant fear of what will arise as the day commences.