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I never thought that I would be saving someone life from drowning. That was until my friends and I did help someone. Which was something that happened very fast.

It’s Thursday, September 15 my supervisor Sherry Smith calls me into her office and tells me I have to go to Northwest Miami-Dade to evaluate a family of four. The first thing that comes into my mind is, “Oh great another Hispanic family.” She explains that there have been several domestic abuse complaints and they need me to be there by 6 o’clock today. I look at the time and it’s already 4:50 PM. Our office is in Fort Lauderdale; all I can think about is the traffic while making assumptions of the family. The last thing she ends with is, “Call me if you need me, I don’t want another melt-down.” In my last journal entry, I wrote about how I was in Northwest Miami-Dade and I had my third Hispanic family, but our values didn’t coincide even

The evenings were beginning to turn chilly as fall was fast approaching. She couldn’t believe how quickly this year had passed as she placed a protective hand on her round stomach and marveled at the beauty of new life.

There we we're just chilling in my military grade jet with my friends. We were sitting there playing games while circling an island, then you wouldn't believe me if i told you that we saw 20 military birds. They didn't see us until my friend sneezed they started shoot left and right. So we turned my jet into and military plane an we shoot and shoot.. We killed all of them except wan which we tortured too tell us where their base is until at his final moments he tells us an we get go searching for it. We find it an we go fast there are 50 more and we shoot and shoot until there all dead. Then we cooked them and ate them the entire way home.

Winter is a very interesting person to say the least. A reader will easily forget that she is just 16 years old. She is the poster child for a parent’s worst fears of how their children will turn out. She has no respect for herself. She started to have sex at a very young age and used her body to get what she wanted from men.

When I was a kid me and my mom didn't really get along all that much, always had problems, and I never knew exactly why that was. I tried everything I could to avoid any and all fights and arguments, so I did everything she wanted and whatever she said to cease all of it. Things didn't get any better, they more like they got much much worse, I was finally able to move out in with biological father and things seemed to go good for awhile I was sent to military school and made out of that. Moved back home and moved out on my own and working 2 jobs to pay for all the bills, so when you're living with mom and dad don't take for granted what they give you cause its hard when you're on your own. Graduated high school doing everything that a young

I’ve never told this story before. Not because I’m ashamed or embarrassed. I’ve put off telling it for so long because it terrifies me. It is a story of a time I lost complete control. It is a story of loneliness and isolation. By not recalling it, or writing it down, it became just a string of events that happened in the past, meaningless and disconnected from the future. Putting it into words makes these past events the future. They become immortalized in writing, they become forever. But maybe putting words to my thoughts and feelings will alleviate some of that terror. Maybe I’ll be setting myself free.

Emma walked along the hot ground with her friend, Ebony. “Should I even walk this way or not?” thought Emma, “I should really tell Ebony. No, I won’t tell her.” The sun shone down, rabbits and lizards scurried, and birds flew. “Great,” said Ebony, “Just great. Our car breaks down and we don’t have any supplies. We’ll die out here.” Emma stopped and retorted, “Calm down, we’ll set camp here and see how to get back tomorrow.” They walked on with the torrid sun hitting their heads. Night fell and Emma and Ebony decided to set camp. “Set this tent here,” said Emma, “put this here and that goes there…” Ebony watched and said, “I’ll cook the food stuff, I guess.” It became pitch dark, wind came through, and all the two girls had was a small tent, some blankets, a change of clothes, meals for two times, and some other small items. “It’s freezing cold!” exclaimed Ebony, “We’ll freeze to death.” Emma scowled and said, “Shut up! Stop your complaining and let me sleep. We’ll discuss this in the

Day 6 #funkyforearmlove Today I just did whatever felt right and slipped in my #funkyflyinglizard at the end. For the last few weeks I've been feeling funky and not it a good way. I have been super fatigued, lethargic, tight and overall not well. I love going to a yoga studio and being part of a community. It's been 4 weeks since I have gone and I have been practicing at home. What do you guys like to do? yoga at home, studio or both?

There are unexpected elements holding people back and the reality is, is that people are scared to take chances and take a leap in the dark. The word unknown is scary to people and welcoming the unknown with open arms is terrifying. It’s not as easy to take risks as people say they are because knowing that consequences are right around the corner can hold us back. If I knew every morning when I woke up that the day was going to be perfect and no mistakes were going to be made I would take chances and risks. I would put myself out there and take the risks that I would never have before. I would really try to find myself rather than pleasing everyone around me. This world is so focused on external beauty rather then the inner beauty. Focusing

One day, my dad was setting up my new Xbox 360. My uncle had gotten a new Xbox 1, so he gave me his old one. I was excited, because I didn't have to play on my dad’s Xbox. Then, for some reason, I called my mom an idiot. My dad HATES it when people talk like that in our house, and I know he would definitely not like it if I called my mom that. Plus, he was a little bit cranky that day. When my dad heard this, he went ballistic. He was screaming about how disrespectful that was and then he yanked out the cord`s of the Xbox from the wall. Have you ever had that feeling where you know something is going to happen and everything slows down? That is what happened to me. My dad raised the Xbox high above his head. His face was red and on his face.

They had to wait a little while, so they went for a little wander around the restaurant and took a glance out the window at the amazing view of the ocean. “Oh, it’s snowing outside”. “Oh no, i left the window open at home”. So they dashed home as rapidly as they could to shut the window. When they got home Tahlee sprinted inside and Missy casually tiptoed behind. When Tahlee ran inside she found that her bedroom was full of, nothing just cold air. “Fewwww” sighed Tahlee. She closed the window and drove back out to Hogs Breath to finish eating their lunch. After they finished their lunch they traveled back home and played in the snow. Tahlee and Missy had a snowball fight and obviously Tahlee won because Missy doesn’t have arms. Missy went of to have a long sleep in her extremely warm kennel. She was asleep for about an hour so not very long atall. She woke up and went to go and look for her secret stash of socks that she hides. She walked through the broad. layer of snow but for some reason none of the socks where there. Missy walked around with a depressed face looking for them. She wined and wined and wined until Tahlee said “Missy can you please be quiet”. So Missy listened to what Tahlee said and very slowly dawdled back to her soft warm bed. Missy decided not to go to bed instead she wanted to investigate where all her socks are. She put on her pink fedora and set of to

Throughout my childhood, I have been exposed to a number of people, places, and experiences that have molded how I see the world, and where I see myself in the world. I have had many opportunities to grow and learn about myself through successes and failures alike. Because of my own, independent view of the world, I have constructed goals and aspirations that I believe will positively impact those not only around me, but throughout the world.

BOOM i was so excited I hit it. Later that after noon my dad took me hunting. When we left got in the field we saw to small bucks and a turkey. After about two hours later my dad and i saw a okay sized 11 point . We were really excited. About five minutes after the deer came out we finally got a good soot at it. My dad could hardly see it, therefor he told me if I get a good shoot at it to shoot it. I shoot it with a 7 milliliter 08

It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a