Day six was here and we were waiting for the Doctors to make their rounds to us. They came in and told us they were going to hook a pacemaker up to Mason's heart and try to get it started back in rhythm. We waited for the procedure to get done and they said now we wait. At the end of the day they tried taking him off bypass again, nothing had changed. My heart was breaking more and more by the second. The Doctors said they would meet with us again in the morning. We had spent the night in a Ronald McDonald room in the hospital that night to try and get some rest and decent shower. On day seven, May 23, 2010, we headed up to Mason's room. The doctors were already in there and I could see smiles on the nurses and the Doctor's faces.
When I made the decision to go to school to obtain my LPN, I was twenty-four years old. I was married with a 3 year old child and worked full time as a Certified Nursing Assistant with Hospice. My husband worked in the union but due to plants closing down in our area, he was laid off, and I was the main financial support for my family. I knew things were not going to be easy but I was determined to be successful, not only for me but for my family. I began the process of enrolling in November 2009 and was all set to begin school in April of 2010. I was beyond excited for this journey to begin. I had a wonderful support system, not only at home but with my co-workers as well and I knew nothing was standing in my way. Fast forward to December
All my life I have had the opportunity to travel and broaden my horizons. I have been blessed with the ability to accumulate to different cultures and environments. From being born in Italy, moving to Japan, and now currently residing in Louisiana, I have seen more than what most others can only dream. Those three very different places are just a few of the dozens areas of the world I have traveled to, yet out of all of destinations I have visited New York City most definitely tops the list. This city is a world of it's own in my eyes. There is no other place I can see myself continuing my journey in life. It is no secret that college is a major stepping stone in the life of a young adult. It carves the path to their future. Ever since I can remember my parents have pushed me towards gaining a good
After reading, I thought about the mental health continuum and how fear, the root of anxiety, was such a universal part of the human experience. While creating the piece I thought about how anxiety blurs out reality, trapping the individual in a swirl of fearfulness and intense worries. It is not considered pathological to be a “worry wart” or a “scardey-cat.” The problem is not the presence of fear, instead it is the overwhelming, debilitating, and persistence of those fears and worries.
To my mind velocity isn’t as significant, as the weight and size of the projectile. The larger and heavier the projectile, the less deflection. That is why the larger pistol calibers are preferable. I possess no experience with bonded bullets. However, I can see how they would be a better option in shooting through laminated windscreens, if the manufacturing process claim is correct that the design will control expansion, have higher weight retention, and deeper penetration. FMJ shares some of these characteristics and therefore in theory at least, if not in practice lesser fragmentation when hitting the windshield and in turn penetration into the vehicle.
On a cloudy summer day in July, my mom, brother, his girlfriend, and I were hiking near the Appalachian trail in South Carolina, and at the first resting point on the mountain my mom and my brother’s girlfriend wanted to stop, their legs were noodles and were not convinced that they could to make it to the top, but my brother and I wanted to witness the view from the top of the mountain, to gazing upon the hills and windy roads we had traveled to get to the bottom of the mountain.
Experiencing something for the first time can give lead to different emotions depending on what the encounter is. One can feel really happy if the scenario turns out the way they want it to. For example, when I was six years old, I remember telling my parents about how I wanted a dog. Everyday I would show them a picture of a dog on the internet, and ask if I could have one. My parents never really gave me a complete answer when I asked. They would usually respond with, “ I am not sure”, or “let me think about it”. However, one day when I came home from school, my parents told me to close my eyes. Once I closed my eyes, they lead me to the backyard. I could hear a high pitched bark coming from a distance. My heart started to pound, and it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. As I open my eyes, I first see the bright sunlight coming in, which was blocking most of my vision. Once my eyes finally became adjusted, I see a little puppy right in front of
Anytime I hear someone say that I’ve changed or that I'm a lot different now than I used it be, it brings to mind a certain set of events that occurred just before I entered high school. In eighth grade I had few worries and spent most of my time playing sports. Although I made good grades, sports were my number one priority. I often wondered what I would do in my free time if I didn’t play a sport. Little did I know I would soon find out. Midway through my 8th grade football season I tore my ACL (anterior crucial ligament) . The injury required surgery and meant that I would be out of all sports for at least six months. Everyone said I'd be back on the field in no time, but six months sounded like an eternity. My goal was to complete
“It was the best of times, and the worst of times…” This quote really couldn’t describe my summer better. It started off pretty darn annoying, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over and to start school. Then, after a few plot twists, before I knew it the summer had one week left and I didn’t want anything more than for it to be longer.
It was a normal Saturday night. My siblings and I were watching TV. I was nine, my older brother was twelve, and my younger sister was seven. My mom was cleaning up the kitchen like she usually does. My dad was on a trip with some of his friends to Baja California to ride motorcycles. We were expecting his nightly call checking up with us, and around 8 PM the phone rang. My mom answered the phone. It wasn’t my dad, it was his boss, Dale. It wasn’t until twenty minutes later when the phone call ended, she explained to us what happened. My dad had flipped over the handlebars of his motorcycle and was paralyzed from the neck down, and this occurred 12 hours earlier. Luckily his friends were all trained in basic first aid, and one was an EMT. All
The concise time when an individual becomes a young adult is unknown and confusing. The authors have decided to pinpoint various milestones within to human life to gives readers a general idea of when we entered adult. According to Zastrow & Kirst-Ashman (2016), "However, in most states, they are not considered adult enough to drink alcoholic beverages until the age of 21. A person cannot become a U.S. senator until age 30 or president until age 35.” Contrary to the beliefs of the author, everyone has their own interpretation of what constitutes an adult.
The drive was torture trying not to cry so my parents would not see me and worry. I remember as my Papa turned the van off the interstate on to Davis, my baby kicked me, my little man kicked me for the first time. It was like he was saying, “Hey, Mom it’s me don’t count me out just yet. I’m still here…” Lord the peace that went through me was beyond words my little one was there and as long as he was willing to fight than by God so was I. As we go to the office I walked in strangely enough they took me right back no waiting at all. My parents came back to the room with me. This time when the doctor scanned my son’s head I knew what those two black spots where, no they had not went away they were still there and they were bigger than they had been just four days earlier. The doctor looked at me with such sad eyes and said, “Let’s get you dressed and we can talk about your
A long white and cold road trip. It was about 5 years back. My family and I were heading to Wyoming for spring break. Worst. Mistake. Ever.
“Beep”, “Beep”, “BEEP”, cars honking loud because drivers are not cautious, and also driving recklessly. Years go by and trafic becomes fatal. Living by a busy street can create a feeling of fear to cross the street. As I grew up in North Denver I started to see change, change in a good ways and in bad ways. When I was younger, I used to live right across from my Elementary and Middle school, and all 9 years I never missed school, but that was because I had an advantage of living really close to school. During my teen years I lived across Federal. Federal seemed to get busy every other 2 years. While going to Highschool I would always walk to school, but when I had to cross the busy street I started to think twice about crossing the street
The youngest in a large family with nine siblings; I struggled with being shy and timid; my parents worked long hours most of the time my oldest sister take care of my siblings and I. I struggled in Elementary School well into High School; I was afraid to ask my teacher for help. I became frustrated with the simplest assignments; my parents were good parents t; but they lack the skills to help me with my assignments; therefore I didn’t have the help that I needed to help me to succeed in school; every year seemed hard to pass to the next grade. There were many times I went to school with incomplete assignments because I couldn’t understand the work. I had recurring dreams that I repeated my grade more than once; only to learn
"Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost". I’m definitely not saying I’m in hell at the moment but, the way life makes its twists and turns is truly remarkable; I know this to be true for sure. I grew up in Del Rio, Texas. Born and raised on the small border city, I didn't think much would be different in the rest of the country. I assumed every place had a Whataburger, and a Rudy's; that the majority of people drive trucks and that everybody knows each other. I assumed I'd graduate, go to college, and come back to live life there in Del Rio where my family was. Boy was I in for a rude awakening in 2010.