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That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night. But today morning, after I walked her and fed her, she seemed okay I had settled her on her bed while going to school. Still, somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my school work my mind kept going back to Fifi the whole day. Finally when I got home I rushed to her room and opened the door to see her passed out on her bed, when I saw her my heart literally dropped because I thought she was dead. I picked her up to see that she was still breathing but as I picked her up I could hear her cry and I broke out in

I told her that as long as she keeps the door to her life open, he will continue to come back and let himself in. she says its hard, that she’s afraid to let him go and stand alone. My question to her was, ‘are you happy now? He sleeps with you when he needs a fix, but lives with another woman and their child. You can’t tell me that you’re happy. It may hurt for a while, but trust me; you’ll thank God that you did it in the end. I’m sorry about your loss, and please don’t get upset when I say this, but I do believe everything happens for a reason. You should deem this your second chance.’ I could feel she didn’t like my delivery, but I also felt that I was heard. All I can do is hope and pray that my words solidify in the back of her mind.’’

It was early spring of 2013, and I decided to message a girl who I had heard a lot of amazing things about. Her name was Moriah Ebron, but I learned that she went by Mo instead. She was incredibly kind, and we had a lot in common. As the year went on, we learned more about each other and we wanted to meet in person. It was odd to me, having a best friend who lived so far away, but while her parents were planning a camping trip to Virginia, she was planning a visit to West Virginia. During the middle of fall, Mo started the journey from Delaware to West Virginia. It was early morning and I was at the Kingdom Hall when my friend Shannon, whom Mo was staying with, walked up to me and asked me to go outside with her. Once outside,

Life changed for us once again when a woman named Martha came into our lives. Martha was a retired geriatric nurse who worked part time as a home caregiver. With me preparing to head off to college several states away in the fall, Martha was hired to care for my mother. Though I was excited to get some time off from my usual responsibilities, I was anxious to allow someone else to care for the most important person in my life. It took me months to learn to trust her, but her sweet, confident demeanor and the exceptional way she cared for my mother finally won me over. After one exceptionally hard day tending to my mother, Martha found me crying. I poured my heart out to her, lamenting all the difficulties and stress in my life, and wondering at why God had chosen to give us this life instead of something easier. Martha had simply taken my hand and looked me firmly in the eye. She told me that God never gave us more than what we could handle. She assured me that my suffering would only help me in the long run, molding me into a stronger more capable

As for Linda, she wanted to keep in touch with me, but I wanted to be left alone. Along the road I ended going down, I did some horrible things. When I almost overdosed and was sent to the ER, Linda was the only one who I could call. She came right away and stayed with me and my daughter and I at the hospital. I can remember how scared I felt, the sound of injured people, the old and the young, all crying in pain. With every thing going on around us, Linda was my guardian angel. With her there, I didn’t feel so alone anymore. Then people started to stare at me and ask questions., Mmy heart rate was racing, palms were sweating, knees were shaking, and my mouth was like a dry desert, devoidted offor taste and flavour. They asked “What is wrong with you?” and “What brought you to the ER?” I could hear murmurs coming from all directions questioning how stupid could I be having my daughter left at the hospital with me while i was all messed up, I could barely stand, let alone care for my daughter. I began to get nervous, scared, and worried, I was so on the edge of losing it, not only that I was on the verge of fainting. I could feel my anxiety kicking in,

My phone vibrated on the table one day. It was from my sister’s then husband calling me, as nervous as I was I picked up the phone with sweaty hands. He broke the news to me in a panicked voice that my drug addicted sister was in jail because she became too aggressive and tore up many of their belongings. My sister's husband informed me that Jobe was not safe and needed to get out of there fast. I was frantically getting ready for work when I sat down on the couch to think about what had just happened. I took many deep breaths and finally said, ¨Collect his belongings and take him to Robert’s, I'll pick him up when I get the chance¨. Thinking to myself, ¨What had just happened?¨ I was going to have to take my 11 year old nephew. I already had a little seven year old girl who was a bundle of energy. Thinking to myself, How could I be a single mother of two?

God alienates her two times, but the one that really gets to her is the second time. Granny says, “For the second time there was no sign. Again no bridegroom and the priest in the house. She could not remember any other sorrow because this grief wiped them all away”(628). God did not help her throughout her life as she looked for signs.

Five days had passed this time since anyone had heard from my mother. I remember praying to God to protect her from harm and for me to find her. The next day she showed up, but not in the way we had hoped. One morning as I was getting ready for school my sophomore year in high school, my phone rang to the voice of my stepfather. My stepfather had told me he heard a call come over the dispatch scanner at his work and my mother’s name was mentioned. The sheriff had informed my stepfather that my mother had been involved in an accident. My stepfather asked me to go to the emergency room and see what condition my mother was in because he lived a half hour away from the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital I found my mother cut out of her clothes, covered in her own urine, massive amounts of blood all over her body, and lying lifeless on life support on the table. At this point, no one knew whether my mother would be okay. My mother had bleeding on the brain as well as a tear in her shoulder, a shattered face, and a chest tube draining fluid from her lung which had collapsed. All I could do was pray! My mother’s life was in God’s hands now. Three days later she woke

I slowly walked into the dark and daunting room. She has beckoned for me once again. She always has and she always will, no matter how many years we spend apart. She was like a drug to me. I hated the addiction but would easily fall back into the habit as soon as she would offer herself to me.

On the way home my dad was telling me that she wouldn’t eat, drink and she couldn’t even get up to relieve herself. He said that she had completely given up. Depressing huh? Well when we got home I could not think of anything else to do but lay down next to her. After about ten minutes of being with her my dad said my mom was on her way home and when she got home we would take Malea to the vet to put her down. For the first time in my life, I never wanted my mom to come home. As sad as I was, inside I knew that it was better to put her down then let her suffer all because I wanted her.

These experiences had taught me a lot of things. For one, i learned that a small mistake in our path could lead to a huge catastrophe at the end. And remorse or guilt alone is not going to change anything. We have to stand up, face the truth, and stay strong. Be a man made of steel. Have a will stronger than iron. Do not let anyone get you down, because they don't control your life. You do. And I learned that making fun of others' appearances is not funny. It is mean, intolerant and cruel. For we never know what kind of things they are going through and the last thing they need is to receive another cynical stare filled with one-sided judgment. And to be honest, I'm glad that God struck me with this obstacle. Without it, i would never learn to appreciate myself and the others. For i believe that failing once does not mean I’m going to fail

Her voice shrill and incredilous, she told me that she called my boss twenty minutes before and asked that i come home. By the time that I was told, the storm was raging. I shakily told her that i was scared to drive since my car had been messing up, so she offered to come pick me up.

"People will only try to take advantage of you if you open the door for them to do so". "Be strong, be independent, and above all love, love, love when you find someone worthy of your love". Even my dreams consist of her. Last night I dreamed that I was riding out on the open range and after around three hours just riding and enjoying the peace and quite of being away from everything I noticed a figure walking towards me. I was not worried but just curious as to who it may be. When I drew nearer I could tell it was a woman. I thought to myself why is she out here all alone and walking. This was horse country and there was nothing for miles around that she could walk too. When we finally came face to face I could see that she was crying and that tears were coming down and such a sad look on her face. I dismounted and asked if "I may be of any help? She began to cry all the much harder and tried to talk but her emotions had the best of her. I took a chance and put my arms around her and let her cry until there seemed to be no more tears in which she would be able to shed. When she did finally look at me her eyes were so sad and I took my hand and softly brushed away the tears flowing down her cheeks. I asked if there was anything I could do for her, and she said "no, I must handle this my way". "How are you going to handle anything out here all alone and crying the way you are"? Mary Doe then looked at me and said, "you

Before I could escape, she had to heighten my torture with a few words of wisdom and the obligatory good-bye. I ignored her words as she stood before me. Her words had not averted this horrible moment. I prayed that she was done, but soon she had her arms around me. Not strangling my incorrigible neck, but hugging my ten-year old shoulders.

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly