As both of you probably already know I have been a VERY sick man since February of this year and into the hospital 8 times for treatment. During this time my recovery was looking optimistic and I thought that I could work again. With the spirit of trying I did no more than 5 hours work before having to be shipped off to the hospital in an ambulance again. During this time my thought process was clear, turns out it was skewed and I am still unable to work. That being said it has more been a horrifying process to come to terms with being medically disabled and unable to work at 20 years old. During these months of suffering I realize I have caused this company mass suffering with me having to divert tons of my shifts due to being unable to work them. …show more content…
Hopefully you understand that I was not in a right mind set when I set myself into coming back into the work force. Ultimately for the time being I am going to have to settle for disability payments and some more time to heal before working again. At this time the best option seems to be for me to fully resign my position with Praetorian USA until sometime in the future. With recent combinations of an emergency dental procedure and my existing illness now makes me have to say goodbye to the best job ever as a choice for my healing. I wish you both the best of luck in your business endeavors and hope I can use both of you as a good point of reference should the need arise. Coming to this realization was super hard for me but thought that having this honesty was best, my days as a security guard are most likely over at this point and I have accepted this fully. If you have any questions please email me directly, I will work on getting the uniform returned
At the age of nine, I watched my uncles lowering my father into the ground and what took his life was addiction. All my life I have watched addiction take over the lives of people, I love. My father's side of the family, besides my grandparents, has always faced addiction. Although, addiction runs through my blood, I will not take the same path I have watched people take all my life. I will be the one to end the cycle. Watching the majority of my family waste their life has motivated me to change the direction and better myself from living a life of addiction and misery.
Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.
Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?
Just so you know, this is the Big Apple and I rule this town. New York City is filled with tall buildings, great culture, and historical sites. No other city has so much beauty that it takes your breath away; yet, there is a real danger that lurks on the streets. I should know because I am Detective Michael Morgan a United States Super Spy in charge of capturing dastardly villains who are set on destroying our world. Armed with mind-altering powers, Alex Higgins is on the top of the FBI’s list of the ten most wanted men in America. This thug is one of the greatest danger to our world and must be captured and jailed in the vault of death. There is no place safe for him to hide from the law and rumor has it, he is in my town. You break the law here in New York City, you pay the ultimate price: freedom.
Have you ever been so desperate for something that you modify your motive in its entirety? Throughout my life I’ve found myself placed in this frightening situation multiple times; the most confusing of which would be what I’ve endured this year. People in their 20s have it rough. We’re old enough to feel like we’re supposed to know what we’re doing, yet young enough to roll in the tide aimlessly and clueless and it still be acceptable. Then there’s those of us who believe we’ve got it all figured out only to be proven tremendously wrong. I have learned, however, that being tremendously wrong can lead you right where you need to be.
My initial perceptions about the students of St. Angela were very stereotypical. Honestly, I expected those students to come from single parent backgrounds and come from a low income household. I expected to deal with students who live life in a survival type of manner. What I mean by survival type of manner is for one to be on defense seeing the type of the children are from the Austin area. Walking in to St. Angela I expected to deal with kids that didn’t listen and know respect for authority. I expected this due to my upbringing in the same neighborhood.
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 never really stop and think about how lucky I really am. Though, maybe once and awhile I do. It took me awhile to realise how much more I have than other people, since when I was young this concept was too much for me to grasp. I get to go to school everyday, live in a good house, and I have enough food to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I usually take this all for granted too, since I always complain about going to school, and sometimes complain about what I am having for dinner. This problem applies to many other people too, and probably everyone in some shape and form. There are many people that have very little, and a lot of the people who have more take it for granted.
I pull my knees closer, trying to shut out the cold, although even as I do so, I recognize the futility of the gesture. I can’t preserve heat like this, trapped in a metal husk with nothing but the clothes on my back. The unyielding sheet of steel that’s been keeping me upright for what seems to be centuries was not meant for man—merely machine.
This week in field was interesting as I experienced a situation I am certain will re-appear after entering the work field. On Monday my field supervisor and I received a phone call from a mother who had been physically abused by her boyfriend. The mother was emotional and admitted to having scares and bruises. Before the client was able to explain the situation, my supervisor informed the client I would be listening to the conversation; receiving consent from the client before allowing me to sit in on the conversation. After receiving consent, my supervisor went on to ask questions in regards about the mother’s safety and her children’s. The questions she asked were, “Is the boyfriend still in the home?” “Were the children around when the abuse
History never changes, but the way we interpret it can. Born to a 19-year-old woman who had never lived outside of her small agricultural town and a 33-year-old Iranian soldier, I left Iran for the United States when I was five years old. My journey from a boy to a man is focused around five key decisions that would prove instrumental in writing my history.
Throughout my life I have learned that you should never lie, cheat steal, and to never be a coward. What I notice if you don't do any of these things you are counted as a nice and trusting person. Also when you do those things you get an awful pit in your stomach. This automatically makes me realize that doing this is wrong. My reasoning for know it wrong is because of it harms another or yourself it is automatically wrong. That if you are fine with doing these thing then people view you as untrustworthy and not someone they would want to be around and be friend.
When Summer came they told my mom that I wasn’t learning what I was supposed to learn. They said “you're daughter’s not learning how to read the words right, she would also mumble and not pronounce the words the correct way”. The school told my mom that if they didn’t fix this now, then I would have trouble with it for the rest of my life. So my mom asked them “what can we do to help” ? The solution that they gave her was to hold me back a grade and put me in more classes that I would need to help me improve. My mom agreed with the school to put me in the second grade again and to take extra classes that they believed would help me. By the time school started again I was in the second grade and I had to do two classes. The second class I
I think I went through this latest challenge because I likely took on too much work, in such a short period of time. During this time as I was getting more and more stressed out, I isolate myself and stay inside my head. I stopped communicating with my parents about my feelings. This always seems to be one of the first things I do, when I start struggling in a situation; stop talking to my support system. However, after a week of feeling this way and my mom prodding me into opening up to her (because she could tell something was wrong), I finally picked up the phone and called.
Something that I really don’t enjoy to hear, and have to do. Is my parents telling me to do something multiple times. Because it is annoying, distracting, and frustrating in some cases. I’m sure kids, mostly teenagers, can relate to what I’m about to say.