Most often when a person gazez into the sky, during broad daylight, they see a whole array of wonders. They see clouds; the faint wisp of the newly formed cloud, gently finding substance within itself, or maybe the long lived cloud, traveling miles with the wind. They see the sun; either on its own, glaringly bringing light to an entire half of our planet, or through the trees, peeking through every single direct pathway to the eye it can find. They see blue; the ocean reflecting with immense entirety onto the atmosphere. Most see much, much more than that, and I know this because for the larger half of my life I was a part of this creative, insightful majority. But then the tiny, insignificant half of my life suddenly began on one random day. On that day, when gazing into the day sky, I could see nothing. Nothing at all. Not the fantastically shaped clouds. Not the enormous light of the sun. Not the ocean in the sky. I saw in the abyss above me a suffocating reality of what would soon be me; a very large and undeniable nothing. When asking the average person how they feel about doctors, hospitals, nurses, basically any person or thing even remotely associated with the medical field, they will likely use words closely related to the word nightmare. Most people have this judgment based on small fears or bad experiences, but I now understand why it is such a hated field. You enter the hospital and all you see is sickness. Everything is sick, horrifyingly sick. The doors
There are many reasons why people take risks even though it is crazy and impossible. For example, in the memoir, “The Other Side of the Sky”, it shows that Farah Ahmedi is climbing a mountain with a prosthetic leg. In the fictional story, “Rikki-tikki-tavi”, in this story the mongoose, Rikki-tikki-tavi takes the risk of going into a snake 's burrow which has a high possibility that he will be killed. In the poem, “The Song of Wandering Aengus”, Aengus goes on a crazy mission that might take his whole life to accomplish which is to find the “glimmering girl” because he is in love with that girl. Aengus wanted to find the “glimmering girl” that he in love with, while Rikki-tikki-tavi and Farah Ahmedi wanted
Prominently featured in the mission statements of virtually of every medical school and medical institution in the world is the call for empathetic doctors. These institutions wish to train medical professionals that possess qualities of sympathy and compassion, and hospitals wish to employ health professionals that showcase similar qualities. The reality, however, is starkly different, as physicians, jaded by what they have seen in the medical world, lose the qualities that drove them to medicine in the first place. In Frank Huyler’s “The Blood of Strangers,” a collection of short stories from his time as a physician in the emergency room, Huyler uses the literary techniques of irony and imagery to depict the reality of the world of a medical professional. While Huyler provides several examples of both techniques in his accounts, moments from “A Difference of Opinion” and “The Secret” in particular stand out. Huyler uses irony and imagery in these two pieces to describe how medical professionals have lost their sense of compassion and empathy due to being jaded and desensitized by the awful incidents they have witnessed during their careers.
In the poignant novel The Light Between Oceans, author M.L. Stedman successfully communicates central ideas through the use of literary techniques. Through the careful use of letters, particularly written by Tom, the growing guilt of his character due to his actions was successfully portrayed by Steadman. The grief endured by Hannah and Isabel is effectively depicted through the use of imagery. Tom and Isabel’s families. Toms moral dilemmas are portrayed through the symbolism of the lighthouse and the title of the novel The Light Between Oceans. The readers are offered a profound insight into the various themes through the deliberate use of literary techniques.
‘The Light Between Oceans’, a breathtaking novel written by M.L. Stedman, is an intriguing story about love and loss. Stedman did a phenomenal job with her descriptive words and phrases and I loved how the author brought the characters and scenery to life. I felt like Stedman’s writing made the plot very realistic.
Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote, “the sky is the daily bread of the eyes.” Emerson was a transcendentalist, transcendentalism came with a deep connection with nature from which this quote seems to be inspired. It can also be inferred that this quote has connections with the lord’s prayer, as Emerson was very religious. The lord’s prayer even states, “give us this day our daily bread” showing that God gave us necessities like food. By restating this in his essays, Emerson connects the sky with the daily food source by its beauty, and that we can feast upon what he believed the Lord had created for us in nature. Personally i am not all that religious and i don’t share the same transcendentalist beliefs with Emerson, but i wholeheartedly agree with his outlook on the sky as a feast of sorts.
The stars are bright and radiant-- their numbers are vast beyond all imagination. They shine in the dark sky, like billions of little lights hanging from nonexistent threads. It is a reality that not many people stop to admire. In the city people sink down into their couches at night and drift away, eventually, to the slumber that most people crave. But the stars, shining endlessly, are there night after night, in the rain and even in the snow. If you just stop for a moment, on a night with no clouds, and look up, you will see this magnificent
Prior to walking in, my expectations for what I was about to partake in and experience were all over the place. I didn’t know whether to expect the absolute worst types of situations going on such as people being rushed into medical rooms or the most basic situations such as patients waiting for a strep throat test. I did expect to see a wide range of patients in terms of race, class, age, and gender. Contrary to the patients, I didn’t expect to see a wide range of race, class, age, and gender within the staff. I expected to see mostly female nurses, and male doctors, majority being Caucasian and middle age. I didn’t expect there to be that much security or any type of possible crime that could go on within a medical facility. I expected the waiting area and facility to be very large, large enough to accommodate a lot of patients at once. Lastly, I expected that taking our field notes would be a challenge because writing notes down in front of patients would be awkward and during interviews it would be hard to conduct a good interview while writing the whole time.
Can’t Get Away On your way back in the house feel something following you so you turned around to identify what it is nothing is there. You keep on walking all the sudden you felt the presence of this body getting closer you turn around one last time, there it is out of nowhere you realize gigantic girth as a telephone pole chasing after you weighing up to 200 pounds and it is nearly 20 feet long. As a child were always curious about happening we don’t know, however this constrictors creature is after you there is no need to stop asking why am I being chased your just running for life as quick as you can. There you are on a swing just admiring a fiery red orb of light slowly sinking beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the
The book ‘The Light Between Oceans’ is a romance war novel. The setting starts in december of 1918 right after the first world war in a place called Janus Rock, Australia. The two main characters Tom and his wife Isabel have an irresistible story. Tom just coming back from war and seeing Isabel, the only one smiling with joy while feeding bread to some birds, Toms focus was caught and life was put into a whole new perspective. From the bloody battles to a harmless game to see how many seagulls the two could attract, Tom's life had been turned around for the better. With Tom only passing through on his way to Janus, he didn’t see much of Isabel but a nice dinner with some people from town. When Tom arrived at the lighthouse, where he was now
Analysis of Seeing In her essay, “Seeing,” Annie Dillard describes the act of seeing in two different perspectives: natural obvious and artificial obvious. She describes that someone who is an expert, is someone who is capable of seeing the artificial obvious, meaning they can see things that are typically unseen by someone who doesn’t know what they are looking for. Throughout her essay, Dillard experiences many moments in which she is looking for something, such as a muskrat at Tinker creek, but is not seeing. She asks herself why she cannot see what the lover sees.
The reason why both of these stories seem so hard to comprehend is because for people like me to conflicts with reality, relatable, perception, and fact from fiction. Understanding the customs of the Native Americans are different from mines and in “A Tale of The Sky World" is a great example of that. How the Native American's viewed things like the environment, creatures, and Gods. In the book, the girl got pregnant because she faced the east and the breath of the west wind had entered her person causing conception. Or the father laying his down alongside the great tree and dig it up to cure her illness. This is foreign to me. They had their own philosophies and principles about how the realm was formed. I like the fact that learning about
obviously see a bright sunny day. When referring to the overall ability to “see”, one must regard
I am writing back home to try and depict the exhilarating experience of Oklahoma. The vast rolling plains are so picturesque that no camera can do justice to what I see in person. The endless sea of green moves harmoniously with every breath of wind. The wildlife migrates with every dawn and dusk of the sun without disturbing God’s angelic creation. A sun that decorates the sky with every color that could be created on painter’s palette and gilds the terrain around me. The setting of the sun lasts a lifetime in its beauty but is passes in moments in reality. What is left is darkness. A darkness that coexsists with the illumination by the overwhelming abundance of stars. Each one drawing its own creation in the sky. Even at
Magnificent, heavenly light filters through the wispy clouds, signifying a new day. The thin clouds slowly drift apart, presenting a beautiful sky beneath. Speaking out to me, the sky seems to know every one of my thoughts, my dreams, my darkest fears. The sky is but a canvas of light, creating a new picture within seconds. Weaving a story through the delicate clouds, the picture grows beyond the expanse of sky. The colors splay before me, painfully beautiful and simple. Pink hues morph into vibrant purples as they blend with the beautiful blues. The glittering stretch of sea shines before my eyes. With every new wave, the light from above whispers promises of riches and sparkling diamonds. The light breeze that kisses the sea sends the twinkling light back into the air above.
and the people of Earths’ view beyond the outer planets and out of the Sun’s sphere of influence