Essay

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

We were in the field first and the first inning was fairly slow but we got through it without any runs given up. Then we got to the bottom half of the inning and Kedar was the lead-off batter. He got a single to centerfield, then I was up. I stepped in the box and it felt as my heart was gonna implode because I was nervous for my first at-bat. The pitcher threw the ball and right out of his hand I could tell that I could hit it. The ball came in like a jet, it seemed as if I could hear it zipping through the air.

“Karissa, dreadful things happen to us on days that seem to be the happiest.” She explained details about Grandma’s stroke and what to expect. After getting to Cresco, I couldn’t wait to get out of the car and to see Grandma. Nothing could prepare me for what the night was going to bring.

It all started on a hot June morning on the Eastern view track. The field hockey team was running on the track and I realized my sister was nowhere to be found. When I had noticed she had fallen and was shaking, everything stopped in the world. I didn’t hear anyone talking to me, all I heard was my heart beating in my chest. As I ran toward her I saw she was shaking and I screamed for

The tires made an eerie screeching noise when we came to a halt. As I sat there in shock, I remember my brother screaming my name to see if I was okay and conscious. I answered in fear and pain knowing that I was seriously hurt. I originally thought that we were going to be in an astronomical amount of trouble by my parents, although they were just glad nothing was fatal. All I could think about was how this could end my softball years.

It was a cold fall afternoon, I was outside playing with my toys. My mom who had long jet black hair and big brown eyes, was on the porch listening to music and watching me. I called her name “ Mom, can I play with the basketball goal.” She replies, “Niesha, no you are too small to be playing on that basketball goal and leave it alone before it falls on you.” I started back playing with my toys, when I thought she was not looking I threw the ball at the goal again. Before I knew it the basketball goal was falling and I was running trying to get away from it, but it was too late. My head was split open bleeding and I was in the back of a ambulance. Everything was a blur I remember hearing the medic say, “Get a IV started she is losing a lot

The first batter approaches the plate; the umpire drops his fist and the first pitch is thrown. After a few balls and one strike the ball is hit towards me at second base, I made a clean catch and played the ball to Von at first base; 1 out two more to go. The next batter approached the box and she took her time. She made a few practice swings and then stepped inside the box. Surprisingly she hit the ball on the first pitch and it was a pop-fly hit toward me. I caught it, meaning an automatic out. I was on fire because I made two outs and I had not been to practice in two weeks.

We had arrived at the hospital and my mom walked ahead of me to her Two sisters so she can figure out what was going on, Then she dropped.My Aunts caught her and I ran as if my life depended on it. I held my mom as the river rolled down her face and I told her everything is going to be ok. She then told me, “Sh...Sh...She didn’t M..M..Make it.” My heart was torn into million of pieces.I felt as if I was stuck in a trap.

My reactions to the situations and studies discussed is a combination of a few things. I felt very surprised by the things I read about, but it also made sense how some of the ways the names influenced others and it was very interesting to read about it. For example, the citizens in Quincy, Massachusetts donating to the small town of Quincy in Illinois solely because both citizens come from a city with the same name of each other. To me that was interesting because something like that is something we don’t encounter and I never really thought about how if we shared something such as a name of a town we are from with somebody else, it could influence you enough to do an action like donating. I really do agree with the findings in the

“I won’t be gone long,” I reassure my girlfriend. “Three days to be exact. This is the biggest game of the year so I need to be fully ready!” It was hard to have a girlfriend and play soccer in college. Willow was the best friend anyone could ask for. She was so supportive and never judged anyone by how they looked. Even though I have never valued beauty, Willow was the most beautiful and elegant woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. He long, auburn hair glowed when it was in the presence of the sun’s blinding rays. He chocolate puppy-dog eyes sparkled whenever she was praised or did something right. Willow was on the Auburn track and field team and therefore, she was extremely fit and agile.

December 2, 2009 was probably one of the scariest days of my life. The day leading up to about 6:00pm that night was just like any other day. I woke up went to school, came home and got ready for practice. Nothing out of the ordinary. My mom and I were driving into town that evening on my way to practice. My mom got a phone call about half way into town. She seemed very puzzled and unsettled. I didn’t think anything of it, to me it was just adult talk. Tears rolled down her face and I kept hearing my dad's name. I started to get worried and tugging on my mom's sleeve, asking her what was going on. As she hung up the phone her only words to me were “We are going to the hospital right now.”

As I blinked my eyes open, I remembered the screeching of the car. My heart racing at felt like a thousand’s, I finally remembered it had happened so quickly. I layed down until my mind comprehended what was happening. I heard an easy voice in the distance, ‘’Are you all right?’’It was the paramedics talking to little sisters. I tried to yell, but the medics walked up to me and patted me up, and told me to go get my sisters and follow her to the ambulance. I ran crying and breathing harshly and complaining that they wanted my mom. I felt like crying but I could not. I had to keep my sisters, who are still 4 years old calm. We went to the ambulance and waited. Then the police officer walked up to us and asked us some question. I asked him if, I could look for my dad but he handed me. My dad’s phone and my mom’s necklace. He told me that the paramedics took them to the hospital. The police officer thanked us and climbed out the ambulance. The medic closed the door and drove us to the hospital. As I entered the building, the nurse tapped my shoulder ‘’excuse me are those your parents?’’ She showed me the picture. ‘‘Yes but where are they?’’ she didn’t reply, she just bowed her head and held my hands, I took a deep breath and ask her again ‘’do know where are my parents have passed away’’ I was dumbfounded ‘’nooooo! , that’s not true, you’re lying to me why did they leave me?’’ I screamed. I stand taking it out on people that didn’t deserve it. I needed a lot of help. I didn’t

Asher was a normal kid, until a new teacher walked in. Her name was Mrs.Waters. She looked like she just woke up, hair in matts, and could not walk in a straight line. “I am your new teacher!” She announced proudly. One of the kids in the class raised their hands. “Yes?” Mrs.Waters asked in the rudest way possible. The kid asked “What happened to our old teacher. She said she had to go to the doctors office.” “Well, your teacher has a permanent sickness called fungli, so she has to stay home”, again she said in rude tone. Asher asked “Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?” The teacher said in her tone “ I am a chromophobic, meaning I have a fear of colors, so don't make fun of me. Also I have a fear of names so I will never learn your

I went home walking. It was just a short 1 kilometer walk. I came home, and saw my mom on the chair. She was sitting there hasn’t moved, ever since my dad died. She’s been traumatized since he died. I gave her a kiss on the cheek. I sat down next to her and did my assignments. After that I helped her to the bed. She couldn’t move without my help. Her mind was focused, on the way my dad died.

Conforme o Ministério da Saúde, a gestão dos recursos humanos é uma das dificuldades para implantação do Sistema Único de Saúde (SUS) desde a sua criação. A falta de profissionais com perfil adequado, problemas de gestão e organização da atenção são alguns dos principais obstáculos para a melhoria da qualidade da atenção e para a efetividade do SUS.(1)