Grandma Lancey Research Paper

It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.

Imagine you are by yourself in the mountains biking when slipping on a rock to tumble forward. Lucky you have a helmet to keep your head intact, but, your whole body is not protected much and hear a loud crack! This leads you to then find that your whole right thigh is dangling by only muscle and tissue with the whole bone in two pieces. This will hurt for a little bit and will only get worse with the fact that tons and tons of adrenaline are rushing right into your leg in an attempt to stop the pain. The only thing that you cannot do is look at your leg because you know that you are too much of a chicken to look at a broken bone… oh, shoot you fainted. During this time that you're asleep, you will not feel anything but will be in a lot more pain when you wake up. Shrieks are coming from your mouth as your leg is in extreme pain, but you cannot do anything but call for help. You reach for your phone to call in an attempt to get an ambulance and touch your broken leg. This Sends tons of pain right into your leg, all to discover that your battery is dead. You have to wait it all out until someone comes. Breaking a bone is one of biggest fears in life and I wish never to break a major one until I die and this is how I imagine it. While breaking a bone there will be a loud snap which it is first thing in bone breaking. Hearing the crackling noise in a bone while breaking is not the worst part of the experience because it is like breaking some celery

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

Grandma Chucky is a bit of a gossip monger, looking for juicy bits of info. I'm sure she feels concern for family, but she's still a gossiper. (I don't say this grudgingly. It's just her way.) When I talk with her on the phone, she gets off after about 2 seconds. It's probably because I'm so terse. I'm not interested in talking about other people either -- especially you're looking for dirt on people whom I actually like. Chicken probably has me pegged as a germaphobic, semi-anorexic, gay man.

Grandma Alice was born on March 1, 1919 in Winnsboro, South Carolina. She was the oldest of five children. After she completed the 6th grade, she went to work, picking cotton. It was hot in the fields. She picked prickly, cotton at the tender age of eleven up until she turned sixteen, the Fair Labor Standards Act of 1938 excluded agriculture. At sixteen, she became a nannie for a wealthy, white family. Grandma would go on to raise her five children. She made sure that they would enlist in the armed services and/or went to college. She was determined that education was the key to her children’s freedom and independence. Grandma Alice did not experience a lot of freedom and she was denied a good education. I can still hear her say, “…go to

Growing up in a family were education is one of the most important accomplishment that we can have in our lives, I can name a lot of people that used education to attain upward mobility. However, the number one person whom I believed made in impact to a lot of people is my Auntie Yolanda Abaca. She was a Nurse, a mother not just to her kids, but also to all of her extended family member, a financial advisor, and now as a CEO of a non-profit organization that helped unfortunate children overseas that has cleft palate.

It is still 2015 and something very terrible has happened. Suddenly, my brother Joseph has started to get sick. At first my family and I thought he had fever or something, I mean everyone gets sick. But we were completely wrong. One day me and my mom were going to the store, suddenly my brother starred to breathe very hard. Until his face turned red, my mom rushed him the doctors clinic but it was closed. “Just great.” I said , “Just what we needed”. Instead we drove all the way to the hospital. Since he was crying and his face was turning red, they accepted us with no complain.

We had a great plan, we decided to go explore the fourth room of the basement. Once inside we started climbing and playing with the elliptical. I looked over to the treadmill and said to jerry, “I’ve got a great idea. Why don’t we get on the treadmill with only our socks on and run as fast as the treadmill can go and then jump off.” Now jerry was only a year younger than me but he of course thought it was a great idea. So, we each took our shoes of and stood on the treadmill, the treadmill itself was relatively old and was so close to the wall. We stood there not thinking of the consequences of our actions, looked at one another and grinned a big grin. I turned the knob slowly, we started speed walking the running and running faster till we were panting, the knob was on fast burn the fastest setting on the treadmill. Jerry jumped off, me on the other hand tripped over my socks, I fell and the treadmill still on the fasts setting pushed me up against the wall my neck to the back of the treadmill and my legs bent over my head like a contortionist. I screamed and screamed. My cousin sat there in silence watching this horrid event unfold before him, all the color flushed from his body. I screamed and yelled at jerry to go get help as I attempted to reach for

I whispered to my little brother "do you know what is going on" he whispered "No". We walked to get water. I was surprised at how calm my dad was. He said there was a cure. It was in his office on the other side of town that he could go get it. I demanded that "we need him". I will get it. He gave me a skateboard helmet and the dog leash. I grab our dog and started to get ready to leave i wanted to see where the zombies were and to do a test run of the skateboard. I grabbed my helmet and took off out the front

Paralyzed, that is how I felt. How I have felt ever since the elderly lady injected a toxin into my rear left thigh. A traumatic experience for both of us. Since that horrifying day I have lain here on the floor, unable to move anything but my eyes, listening and watching in fright as she strategically plans and commits crime after crime. Witnessing everything she has accomplished with the bodies. How she acts differently after each terrifying accomplishment. Also how she is getting crazier and starting to talk to herself. Picking up different habits and barely leaving the house anymore.

On September 7, 1860 Anna Mary Robertson known as Grandma Moses was born. She was born in Greenwich, New York. Grandma Moses was famous for her paintings, she is considered as one of the most famous folk artists of the twentieth century. Moses went to work at the age of 12 . Later, she married Thomas Moses in 1887. In 1905 Moses went back to New York where her family lived on a farm in Eagle Bridge, New York. In 1918 she began to paint, her first painting was drawn on an old piece of fireboard. She began to draw more and more but, did not devote her time to painting. In 1927 her husband died and Moses went through a hard time handling with the grief of her husband. Her first big break came in 1938 when she had some of her works hung up

I remember when I was a baby that when my brother tried to feed me I threw anything that was in my range because I didn’t like him at the time. I thought he was trying to take me away from my family at the time. The best story ever was when I was like three I was scared to be home alone and my mom and dad and my brother they were at work or at school so the only person I had was my grandmother. I couldn’t find her I ran into my brother’s room and broke the screen window and jumped out naked running down the street screaming. Another one was when my pool was shaped like a dog bone and I tried to jump it. I didn’t jump far enough and broke my two front

Zoey is the youngest child of Cassidy and Edward. She was born and raised in London. She is 5’1 ish foot, her brown and black hair glistening down through her mid waist, and her eyes are brown as hazelnut. Aunt Zoey is a very likeable person that even though she is a stranger, a connection will spark instantly. She will always be there for you whenever you need someone. She is a mother of 2 children - the youngest is due on February- and a wife to Ken. She is currently not working because she is pregnant with baby Riley. She is now a successful nurse and have a wonder family. But before she became a successful woman she had a different life then.

When I went upstairs to look there was a game room and bathroom and a little lap sitting on a table. I went more towards the lamp. Zoom!!! The lamp slides off the table and hits the wall and breaks. I run down stairs shaking. I tripped over a loose board. I hit my head on the stairs I felt like it was the end. After a few minutes I woke up in the basement I was thinking “ How did I get down here”. Then I looked up and I a little boy was looking at me. He says “ Are you ok”? I looked at him “yes thanks” for helping me. You look scared. Yes I am I came here to explore it. I fell down the stairs and hit my head as the lamp fell off the table. Sorry about that was my dad

I was walking back from lunch with my friend Matt, we were telling each other jokes about dead babies. I looked over and saw my little brother, I turned to Matt and said “watch this” then I ran up to my brother and tried to do a jumping high five. He didn’t think I was trying to high five him he thought I was trying to hit him. Out of instinct he pushed me away and I fell backwards, I landed and pivoted on the ball of my left foot. I thought I had gotten away safe and clear, I went to take a step and BAM! I had been tripped by my own untied shoelace, betrayed by my own apparel. I fell backwards and expected to hit lockers, unfortunately it wasn’t lockers or even a door. I had crashed into the glass display case, oh the utter humility. I hit the ground and leaned up on one arm, I was fine, not a scratch. Mrs. Wright come running up in total mom mode “ Oh my God, are you alright, AHH, don’t move!”.