While my wife and I worked as a customer service representative in a call center, we both decided to take the rest of the day off. On our drive home, we both were excited because it is rare that we both get to take off at the same time. We began to plan what to do for the rest of the afternoon. As we pulled into our driveway, my wife had pushed the garage button to open the door. She drove in and I hurriedly ran into the house. Having not noticed anything till I saw a man run out the front door of our home with the door standing wide open. I noticed that the lights were on in the house. I ran back into the garage and told Amber and our children to stay put. I reached over and grabbed a ball bat and ran back into the house. Then I ran out the front door only to see the man racing his truck down the street. Coming back into the house, I looked all through the house to make sure it was clear before allowing my wife and children inside. Once the coast was clear, we began to look around and we had many things missing and moved. …show more content…
We called 911 and explained to the operator what had happened. As it seemed like hours before the police showed up, I tried to comfort my wife. Amber was quite upset over this ordeal. She wanted to leave and get a hotel. She did NOT feel safe. Think about it, every mother wants to make sure that her babies are safe from harms way.
The officer came into our home and looked at the front door. It was all damaged. You could see a footprint on the door itself where someone had kicked it open. The officers searched for fingerprints on the door and windows. Then the time came when the officers were finished with there investigation of the crime scene (our home). They spoke to us with the news we did not want to hear. “Sorry to hear your home was broken into, we will see if we can find the person that did this, but we can’t say for sure unless your items show up in a pawn
In Animal Farm by George Orwell, when Old Major, a decidedly respected old pig, is telling the animals on the farm about what humans will eventually do to them, he claims “‘To that horror we all must come … Jones will sell you to the knacker, who will cut your throat and boil you down for the foxhounds. As for the dogs, when they grow old and toothless, Jones ties a brick round their necks and drowns them in the nearest pond.’” (Orwell). His statement emphasizes on the lack of justice and liberty for the animals in the farm. As the animals trust Old Major, they heed his words and act upon it for the better. For a society to function successfully, the most important values are justice, liberty, and trust because they maintain an orderly and
“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”
I don’t get why my sister is sending me here, sending me to rehab. Its not like I have a problem. Ok, I have a slight problem but that doesn’t mean I need to go to rehab for it. She thinks it will help me “get better”. I get so annoyed with her when she says that. All she ever says to me now is do this and you’ll get better, try harder and maybe things would work out. Try harder. You don’t think I’ve tried my whole life to fix the things that are wrong with me. I have. I fought every single day and nothing ever changed. I’m still the same way I was since I was little. I’m still messed up. I know I am but she can’t honestly think that rehab is going to help can she? I highly doubt it.
The early church had lots of characteristics. According to Acts 2:42-47, the church was teaching, worshipping, communal, selfless, and growing. This empowered people to join the apostles in their spiritual journey. The modern church still is all these things, but also an institution, a herald, a sacrament, body of christ, servant, and community of disciples. All of these characteristics are important to the church as a whole.
"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]
When she passed by him minutes later, he stepped out from behind the lockers, his fingers forcefully latching onto her wrists. She yelped as she was pulled into the restroom alongside him, a hand quickly pressed to her lips, muffling her cries.
Benjamin was the butt of everyone’s jokes. It wasn’t that he was dumb. Just living on some other planet. The town council was embarrassed to have a 26-year-old sitting on a bench all day in front of the courthouse, so they gave him a job polishing’ cannonballs piled beside the Civil War 10 pounder there. But a week later, Benjamin announced he was quitting’. “I found my own cannonball and I’m going into business for myself,” he told the mayor.
Xavier was beginning to have a light problem with involuntarily being knocked out or foreced to sleep. Again. He was honestly surprised no one in the house coined him Sleeping Brutee. Okay, maybe it was lame but his head really fucking hurt. His slowly dragged his hand and placed it on his forehead, dragging his arm indeed was a challenge. It was like he was carrying his own dead weight around...in his dense state.
“You don’t need to use your eyes to see me, Samantha. Use your other senses: smell, hearing, touch. Follow the sound of my voice and the scent of my cologne; they will lead you to me.”
“Frank,” Gerard whispers from his bed, rustling the covers and he turns to face me. Propping his head in the palm of his hand he waits for me to respond. Which I don’t, because it’s nearly 4am, so I at least give him a loud ‘humm’. “Can I see your tattoos?” he asks like a little kid asking for candy. I nod even though he can’t see and flick on the lights. Practically blinding me. I sit up and pull off my shirt nonchalantly. It seems like a weird request for most people, but it’s happened to me so much I am overly comfortable with my body. His eyes widen and stands up cautiously, acting like if he got too close I’d bite him. Even though I only have a few, he looks like it’s his first time watching porn. He cocks his head, looking at my face, confused. “What are these?” he says, holding out his hand point, but stopping a few inches from my ear. Almost as if he was going to touch, but couldn’t. I wish he would. Not in the creepy way, I mean, I’m straight. Sure. But I wanted him to know it was okay to touch me. For the future.
Head spinning and sleep deprived, my black and white-striped Adidas drag across the taupe cement floor, begging to come to a stop in front of the lockers in the backroom. The cold steals away my sense of feeling, yet my nose still manages to alert to how cold it is by allowing nasal fluids to dominate. I sniff. Today is going to be long.
My head was spinning, the kind of spinning you'd get after you've had a little too much to drink. Someone yelled from across the room, the little voice awoke at the back of my mind and said ever so casually “Don't worry, it's probably another nobody.” I shrugged my shoulders and carried on walking, inching my way closer and closer to the door weaving my way through the jungle of people, I was determined to do one thing and one thing only. Get outside.
I wouldn’t mind visiting Ireland. I wish I were in Scotland, floating on Loch Ness, fishing for eels. But from I’ve heard these places aren’t fairing much better than the old Disunited States. Things seems to be dilapidating rapidly.
The DSM-5 (APA 2013) includes many categories for the diagnostic criteria relating to neurodevelopmental, psychotic, affective, trauma and stressor-related, eating, sleep-wake, conduct, substance-related, neurocognitive, personality and numerous other disorders. Amongst these mental disorders, the 2014 survey conducted by the Australian Bureau of Statistics (ABS 2014), demonstrate that affective/mood, anxiety and substance-use disorders are most prevalent in Australians. Therefore, the diagnostic characteristics and treatment of major depressive disorder (MDD), panic disorder and alcoholism will be further explored. It is important to note that in conjunction with the DSM-5 for mental health assessment, primary care health professionals
I drive home. My car is falling apart. I just finished my job at the community college. I volunteer at the library. It doesn't pay a whole lot, but I'm okay.