There was a slight breeze rocking the boat as my family and I stepped onto the boat. My family had a great love for fishing. we had decided to take the whole family to South Padre. I was enjoying the view of the calm waters. My cousin and I had our feet up, sitting back, and our fishing poles ready I swung my fishing pole back and casted it out straight up in the sky, it looked strange seing fish bait fly like that into the water. I started to reel it back in and i felt the little vibrations of fish biting and I jerked amd sure enough i hooked a nice looking skip jack, and when I reeled it up from the depths it just jumped right in the boat. Afterward my dad said they stopped biting so we moved on to another spot in hopes of better luck but …show more content…
I struggled for a little bit thinking if I stopped moving I would surely die and had a small anxiety attack thinking of whats swimming under me until I felt a rope hit me in the face as everyone in the boat was laughing hysterically. I thought the risk of drowning was pretty funny to. Me and my family have a very open sense of humor as it becomes apparent over time. We went on fishing to a differant spot about two miles away and i'am so glad I didnt fall off there because there was a huge school off small mackeral and the dolphins were going crazy jumping and circling the school. We stopped there and put our lines down and we caught all the predatory fish like drum, blue catfish, grouper, dogfish, and the winner was a 3 foot hammer head shark that my dad caught. I realised a funny coincidense my father has only caught one type of shark his whole life, the hammer head he's caught hammer heads 4 times before in his past I thought that was strange since there are plenty of other sharks. That was a great trip filled with fun memories and fun times, atleast I learned to never stand up in a fast moving
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Threads to Which I belong is a book that captivated my soul. As I read through the pages of history, I found myself traveling back in time. Invisible I stood in Mississippi watching a family’s history unfold. As I turned the pages, my emotions changed constantly. I experienced emotions of anger, disgust, sorrow, and happiness. The author has written an outstanding piece of work that forces you to consider researching your own family history.
The waves were immense, so we were all told not to go too far out. As my family started to get out of the water, after swimming for awhile. I decided to stay in the water and swim for a little bit longer. I was swimming more remote out to the deep sea. Suddenly I felt my foot start to sink underneath something grainy and soggy. Struggling to pull my foot back my other foot started to go under. I was panicked now, not know what was happening was the most appalling part the whole time. I finally figured out what was happening, I was sinking in some deep sand. As I was yelling for help frantically, I suddenly realized no one could hear me, I was on my own. I pulled and pulled until I felt my foot be released from the sand. I swam as fast as I could, when I finally got back to the shore, I looked at my family and said let's go back
I’d had many mini-lifelines thrown my way, none turned out to be the life-altering, ground shaking beneath me, and gates to opening up “heaven”, though. To me, I’d blame it on the different ways I came off to strangers, depends on the day, I could be a multitude of characters, but never latch onto the following of others. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted my lifeline to latch onto, the problem was, I was like a fishing net with a gaping hole--incapable of doing such things. Then, the last person I expected to, stepped up and accepted the challenge.
There are many avocations that I would chose from. But, more specifically, I would aspire to be a unique, “at home style” photographer. Being able to capture simple moments in a strange place like Elsewhere seems so interesting to do. Each day I would grab my camera, go outside, stroll around and observe nature. I would be able to go outside and capture moments of people, the warm sky, or anything that I would want to. The thing is, there are no limits to photography
I was wandering in the mall recently , aimlessly as some of us do, basically waisting time. In my travels I came across a kiosk that sold various cellphones, chargers, and other accessories. The young man behind the counter asked if I needed any help, I answered as most of us do with a "no, I'm just looking."
There was this one time that me and my brother went tubing on this two person tube. We were going extremely fast we hit a wave I held on tight squeezing my water filled eyes shut then after a second I looked over at my brother and he was gone and I was just thinking ¨AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH hey weres Drew.¨
I must have been eight or nine when I started planning with a friend to put on a play. Katie was probably fourteen or fifteen and all we really wanted was to do something with our friends, neither of us having much experience with acting. Looking back now, many years later and a lot more knowledge and experience on the subject, I’d say we were gung hoe and mess up on out priorities. First we started writing a script. Understandably she didn’t want me to write it and she never got much of a chance to work on it except when we were together sometimes. Well we didn’t get very far and our families finally convinced us to start with a play already written. What did we pick? Well, I think we jumped around a little before settling on ‘The Taming
The fights. The words. The looks. I can't handle it. I just want to hide from the all of the people who seem to just want to fight with me. I lay in bed and read blocking out everything going on. My mom will yell at me to get out of my room. She doesn't listen when I try and tell her why I hide in my room. I do not want it to get worse. I am told to smile and act happy and sometimes I will just do it because I don't want to fight, but other times I will put up a fight. I know that I will never be like other people my age. Adults talk to me once and say I am the most mature person my age that they have ever met.
1) During the second week of clinical, a patient of mine was extremely anxious in regard to the life style changes that needed to be made once he was discharged from the hospital. He was also uneasy about the cardiac catheterization scheduled for that day, to which I provided support and resources that morning to help with his worries. His nervousness was first noticeable during the head to toe assessment where the patient asked numerous questions about life after being discharged. I first interpreted my patient’s questions and concerns as normal, until later that day when he asked the same questions to which I answered. I responded to these signs of anxiety by sitting down with my patient and having another discussion about his concerns. During our discussion, I explained how only slight modifications needed to be made since he already lived an active lifestyle. Upon reflection, I wondered if therapeutic touch could have helped lower the anxiety my patient was experiencing.
I feel like there are many people who strive to adhere to a “live while you’re young” mentality, but once they reach a certain age, that lust for life fizzles out. Perhaps because life tends to beat so many down throughout the years, snatching away skyscraping hopes to replace with losses and disappointments, some older folks begin to resent the youth for all of their promise and dreamy ideals. I do not believe that it should be this way. Just because a person has seen many years go by in his or her lifetime, it does not mean that all of that person’s potential, ambition, and goal-oriented thinking should just evaporate. A number does not define you, for only how you use the wisdom of your years to pursue each day to the fullest does. Everyday is a new and valuable opportunity to go after what you want in life, especially since not everyone is lucky enough to wake up to meet the sunrise each morning. One must always remember that you only truly begin to age when you turn your back on all of the knowledge and possibilities
At the beginning of second semester during my sophomore year, Eva approached me about some lyrics she had written. “I wrote a lot over break,” she said, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jeans and looking down at her SHOE. “I know you’re a music person, do you think we could work on this sometime?” We had met in art class earlier that year, where we quickly learned that we had more in common than we had initially thought. A friend of a friend, we ended up at the same table and spent every day bonding over the frustrations of sculpture and, more importantly, our similar tastes in music. Immediately intrigued and ecstatic at the thought of working with someone on music, I agreed.
harder things. If that goes well then I might change it to every day. If I succeed in doing my challenge then I’ll reward myself in some manner, most likely by hanging out with friends and doing something a little more special with them. My first challenge will be talking to someone I don’t know on the bus or at the store. After that, I’ll think of my next challenge for next week and so on making each new week progressively more
This week I competed three social histories. It seems like the more I do them, the easier it seems to be getting. I feel more comfortable with the residents. It also seems like coming up with questions is becoming easier for me. There is a general idea on what to ask, but she wants me to go beyond what is on the sheet. It actually has become fun. I have learned so much about the residents. They are so interesting and have some wonderful stories to share. Man, how things have changed through the years. I interviewed a 94-year-old man and I asked him how him and his wife met. He said that there was an all-girl school across the street from his house. He went over to talk to a girl he knew and he met another girl, and that girl was his now wife.
Anyways , my little brother had the bright idea to enter the wave pool. He got to convince all of us. There was a lot of big waves coming. We were 2 minutes in the pool the a big wave comes and takes me over . I was under water for 30 seconds.