Descriptive Essay About Still Alive

As a child, we fought, yell, and got each other’s nerves. But as we grew older, we learned to value and respect each other's decision and our sister bonds. Not only that, she’s the first person to ever graduate from college in my family and the first in the second generation. I respect her because she’s my sister and she’s my role model. For example, she helps me get through high school with a helping hand. She helped me find what classes to pick and when I was preparing for college. She looks out for me, is a person whom I can count on, a person I can trust, and a person who I can look up to. That’s why she is the person I

This case surrounds the controversy brought about by the Arizona state legislature defunding life-saving organ transplant operations. In 1987, the Arizona state legislature voted to eliminate funding for most organ transplants for the indigent through the Arizona Health Care Cost Containment System (AHCCCS). At the same time of this decision, the legislature voted to extend health coverage to pregnant women and children in a “notch group.” The public controversy began when Dianna Brown died after being denied coverage for a liver transplant that would have saved her life. After her death, there was wide spread

And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.

Few relationships are as special as the bond between sisters. Siblings know us greater than even we know ourselves sometimes; it’s through this insight, their insight, that we can see ourselves better and grow into who we aspire to be. My relationship with my sister is no exception; she’s my best friend. She’s a part of why I am who I am today, and it all started with a name.

“I just sent you texts with the pictures that I just took of her. The rangers are taking her to their HQ.”

Although her death was a tragedy, it made me realize that this is the only life I will ever have, and I need to embrace every aspect of it and not take one millisecond of it for

When I arrived back at the hotel, I opened Skype on my netbook. After a few minutes of loading, my sister’s face appeared. She was so bright and cheery, and I loved her so much. She told me she missed me, and I told her that I wished I could have brought her along. When our conversation ended, I cried. Here I was at an amusement park while my little sister, who had never gone on a ride in her life, was at home. I felt like a spoiled brat. I spent $150 on the trip that could have gone to rent or to my other sister’s college tuition, so I punished myself by eating canned soup for the rest of the week.

My younger sister Jane has long golden hair that reaches the bottom of her back. She has bright blue eyes, a shy, kind smile, and she is perhaps the most beautiful, forgiving, hard-working person I have ever known.

Growing up, my sister and I were close. We shared a room together till the day she moved out. She was my go to girl. She knew all my little secrets and much more. She walked me through the beginning

"We'll be back in just a little bit." his mom promises. "Give you some time to talk or whatever you need to

I remember the day she died. It was September 11th. I didn’t answer the phone when the call came in. I was in bed, intertwined with my ex. Who answers the phone at 2 am? That’s what I ask myself whenever I feel guilty for not being with her. The second call came in 15 minutes later. My sister didn’t have to say a word.

Standing outside in the frigid wind of California, all of us were crying, even my loving sister, she was the spotlight stealer, the friend in good times and bad, she was even our babysitter, she was crying in front of me as the water pooled down at the bottom of my feet. It didn't feel real, just like a dream of nothingness. At the moment, I was looking back at the special time, when we drove here. We were singing, dancing and laughing at my weird dance moves in the car. She was my Idol,she was tough, kind, generous and she was the best sister I could ever ask for. On the drive I didn't realize what was really happening. We got into the car, and I caught a glimpse of her sad face. After we left her I realize she taught me I needed to seize

Purple is a color of compassion and is generally a feminine color. Purple isn’t too loud of a color, as I am not too loud of a person. The World is a Text, states that fonts can suggest ‘dominance, fear and aggression’ (Silverman, Rader, page 17) which is the exact opposite of the font I chose and the nickname 'Sister' given to me. A sister doesn’t lead dominance, fear or aggression. Sisters tend to be more trusting and compassionate. I was always a little jealous of not having my siblings around me. To me, siblings show an example of guidance and a sense of being connected. I was on my own to learn from my mistakes and develop a sense of personality without sibling influence. Receiving the nickname 'Sister' is important to me, as it makes me feel connected to the people that I chose to be my female companions. I feel this nickname was given to me once I had grown from an only, independent child, opened up to those I trusted and learned to trust in others. Building strong bonds and lasting relationships. As 'Sisters' are by definition. This name is important to me because sometimes, water is thicker than

Have you ever lost someone that you really admired? I did, my Uncle died from a heart failure, he had a heart attack. I was four years of age when he died, so I didn’t really understand what happened but now I do. My family and I traveled all the way from California to Mexicali (part of Mexico) to help my aunt, my Uncle’s wife, with the funeral money. It was a very rough time.

On Death and Dying By Elisabeth Kubler-Ross For my book review, I read On Death and Dying, by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross. Dr. Kubler-Ross was the first person in her field to discuss the topic of death. Before 1969, death was considered a taboo. On Death and Dying is one of the most important psychological studies of the late twentieth century. The work grew out of her famous interdisciplinary seminar on death, life, and transition. In this paper, I give a comprehensive book review as well as integrate topics learned in class with Dr. Kubler-Ross' work. Like Piaget's look at developmental stages in children, there are also stages a person experiences on the journey toward death. These five stages are denial/isolation, anger, bargaining,