Personal Narrative: A Correspondence With Vivian's Life

Nobody should go through what I have been through. I’m Dora Rivkina. I am 19 years old and am the second out of three girls to be born into a Jewish family. My sister Liesl is three years older than me. I look up to Liesl. She is my role modle. There is no movie star or pop star that can ever top her. My sister Elaine is two years younger than me. Sheis still learning to speak German because my parents tought her how to speak English first. She looks up to liesl also. We act like liesl and try to dress like her. Both of my sisters are really smart and are good at figuring things out.

On September 26,1998 in Detroit, MI at a church with a picture of God sitting on His throne, Jesus to the right and the Holy Ghost to the left on a wall behind the pulpit. I Vivian Williams stood and was infused to my rib cage belonging to Ellis Deshawn Odum. I can truly say he was my soul mate, best friend, companion, and all that and then some, but what sums it up best for me is, when reciting his wedding vows , he told God thank you for returning his rib to him. If either of us had any doubts, God would confirm by performing miracles such as, a store manager from Home Depot named Daniel Blu calling the wrong number , and Ellis ends up at an interview for a job he never applied for. Then he not only gets the supervisor position for himself,

She had abused a cocktail of prescription drugs that lasted over ten years which now had become a part of her life. She had attempted suicide numerous of times and had been committed in the past to a psychiatric wards. Still after that her essence that was Marilyn remained untarnished.

She goes through rigorous treatments that most patients couldn’t possibly survive. However, Dr. Kelekian and Dr. Posner believe she will be the first to fully accept the treatments because she is so “strong.” She agrees with this in the beginning, feeling she is not like other patients and she will be able to handle it. Vivian refuses to quit. She is a tough, stubborn woman who upholds herself to a level of strength and perfection that others cannot possibly accomplish. As the story continues, it becomes evident that she cannot uphold this ideal. The treatments severely affect her, leaving her miserable. It is when she shows a more vulnerable side to Susie, choosing to not be resuscitated if her heart stops, and then asking her, “You’re still going to take care of me, aren’t you?” that she suddenly becomes a more relatable character; bringing the audience to feel sorry for her

Despite the discussed pre-cancer life that Vivian lives, she later relates with numerous people in the hospital who make her appreciate the negativity in overemphasis of intelligence over emotional and social growth. Before her death, she accepts the fact that she has been living a negative life and makes efforts to redeem herself from this sort of life. She was rude and arrogant to her students and initially at the hospital, she enjoys giving her doctorate title, and she does not relate well with doctors and

Although Vivian has used her intellect and her dry wit as a shield to carry her through life, these are of little value in the face of death. She sees her reliance to concepts and her apathy to others mirrored in the actions of Jason Posher an ambitious clinical fellow working under Dr. Kelekian. He comes in and out of the movie and seems to treat Vivian as “un-human.” Throughout the whole movie he asks her “how are you feeling today Vivian,” but the way he says it is so unfeeling and cold. At the end of the movie when she is actually dead he asks, it just shows how much doctors really do not have any attachment what so ever to patients in today’s medical model.

Last year, 2016, scaled to my first tournament that would be played at Marista. I would not

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

Patience is wearing thin , the shocking moment is almost here. Then a miracle happens! A beautiful brown eyed baby is born into this world.

Andrea sat in the break room, waiting for her shift to start at 8:30, her long, crisp black hair covered the back of the seat. Andrea had her face deep into paperwork but, then noticed Mary walked into the room and looked up, took off her glasses and wiped her forehead. Andrea’s porcelain skin, looked like it has barely seen any sunlight, or even touched. Mary and Andrea had most of the day piled up in paperwork, except for their breaks. At lunchtime, Mary added to her stories of sleepwalking into the forest, including the one early in the morning.

Jane and I grew up in grade school together. She was in the class ahead of me, but her and I were still friends. My father was into politics and involved himself in whatever he could with Jane's dad. Since our fathers were away quite often, we would spend a lot of time together. Since Jane didn't have a mother, my mother would often include Jane in whatever my sisters and I were doing. We would have great talks together talking about what we wanted to do when we grew up. Even though neither one of us knew what we wanted to do, Jane was someone that always had the biggest heart for helping people. She was always talking about the stories her father told her about President Lincoln, and even though she didn't know how, she knew she wanted to be someone to make change like he did.

“Head into town to talk to Paul. He’ll help you. I know he wanted to read it. You told him he could hear some of it,” Vivian continued. I knew it wouldn’t matter who was sitting next to me. I didn’t have the strength to read that journal. I barely had the strength to hear about that day. I didn’t want to relive those moments again.

R/s last week, Julia and Garrett (deceased) appeared intoxicated and Julia’s speech was slurred. R/s it was reported that Garrett was in car accident and he was intoxicated. R/s Garrett’s daughter Destiny (3) and another child Johnathan (6) was also in the car. R/s Julia has another daughter Kylee (5) in the home.

“Now I gotta pee,” I mutter in disgust. Slipping from my sleeping bag I am about to unzip the tent when I hear the sounds of the can line. Something has broken through the parameter.

I asked her if we were almost done so I could go play on our self-made backyard swing set, while listening to Papa playing Michael Jackson’s album ‘Thriller’. Ashleigh only continued to jot dot points down on her notebook. “How are you feeling?” She sat down her pen, and placed her delicate hands in her lap before she pushed her poorly brushed hair behind her ear. “Like-” I paused, and sat up straight so I wasn’t slouched. “Can I throw your journal in the trash? I feel like doing that.” I shifted my eyes toward the window listening to my instinct. That was where a pair of eyes stared right back at