The Wrong Decision

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

It came at a lightning pace and hit you from behind leaving you lying across the edge of the path. I hardly had the chance to stop and take a breath before thinking the worst, you didn’t stand a chance, you were taken off your feet and left for dead, you were motionless and bleeding; but I had to take a chance, I had to do something, I had to try and save you. I sped across the road to your body, checked you had a pulse, before gently moving you over to the side. I was more interested in knowing you were alive before I even thought about calling an ambulance. We were miles from the public streets and houses, no one-else could help. The minutes waiting for help felt like hours; I could feel myself fading away as I could see you slowly deteriorating. I held my hand on yours and held it against your heart, just so that we both knew you were still breathing; silly I know, but it was the encouragement we both needed whilst we waited for salvation. I was in such panic and to be honest, I was an emotional wreck; but you needed a rock so I said with everything I had in me, and beyond my own intuitions; everything’s going to be alright, everything’s going to be ok you know.

Informed decision-making is an important aspect for working in the government. According to Milakovich and Gordon, provide some examples of how information technology can be used to assist bureaucrats in decision-making?

"I heard a whooshing sound in my ears," he told the doctor. "I felt like you feel when you go over a bump in a car going real fast and you feel your stomach drop out. The next thing I knew, I was in a room, crouched in a corner of the ceiling. I could see my body below me. . . . I could see doctors and nurses working on me. My doctor was there and so was Sandy, one of the nurses. I heard Sandy say ‘I wish we didn't have to do this.' I wondered what they were doing. I saw

When i eventually open my eyes i can finally see my surroundings and the first thing i notice is the clear blue water crashing with the golden beach , the clean sky and the smell of fresh air . Scanning the area around me , i realise that Alice and i aren't the only survivors , there's : Arthur , Damien and Claudet . There all unconscious so Alice makes it her duty to try and wake them . During these few minutes i decide to process our situation , where we are , what the hell happened and what we're going to do now . Looking behind me i’m hit with a rich , lush forest looking to be full of life and heaven like . Peacefully glaring at the woodland i feel like my problems float away and that i'm as free as a feather able to float into the clouds and never return, leaving behind the inferno of a past that i have and creating a new life for myself .

I awoke with the sound of beeps in the distance. My eyes fluttered, eyelashes blocking my small spot of a view. In the corner, I could see my mom, her head in her hands, shaking slowly from tears. I gradually moved my head to the left. The room was bright, with white floors and bleached walls. There were multiple carts full of medical supplies right next to me. While scanning the room, I could hear my mother gasp and run out of the door. Moments later, a tall lanky guy walked into in the room. He was wearing scrubs with little stars and a light blue stethoscope was dangling from

I opened my eyes to find myself in a dimly lit room. I took things slowly, since I had no idea of my situation. I sat up strait and instantly realized my surroundings. I was sitting in a hospital bed in a secluded room, with nothing but the bed I was in and medical equipment which was hooked up to me. I would eventually notice that a clipboard was at the end of my bed; sitting on top of my legs. I grabbed the clipboard and began to study its contents. The first thing it showed was a newspaper article with the headlines “Army Veteran Found in Forest” and described that a local hunter had found the veteran in the forest. He had heard screaming in the forest and eventually would spot the veteran. He would explain that his nerves got to him, and as self-defense, shot the veteran. He would quickly realize his mistakes and run to help him and try to save his life.

I awoke with a throbbing headache which soon heightened my senses towards the outside world, it was cold and dark, with a sense of death in the air. After I climbed out of my cot a spine tingling scream filled the air which was usual, but this one sounded familiar in a way that made me cringe. It was an old friend whom I had not seen in years. As I ran out of my bunker, I stood watching as a woman was dragged by her hair into the alley by the Hungry and the woman cried for help only to get hit repeatedly until she

Cold, hard cement floor is all I feel. I sit up from my back, wondering where on earth I could possibly be. Darkness is all I can comprehend, and the pungent stench of sewer burns my nostrils. “Hello?” I call out, but there is no reply. As I start to stand, my vision adapts to the pitch blackness and I soon realize there are gigantic walls surrounding me. I begin to panic. I fell asleep on the couch, how could I possibly be here? In front of me, I see a pathway leading farther into the gloom, I have no other choice but to

Just a little while after arriving at my office in Higashi-kanon-machi(an eastern streets of Kan-on area), there was a sudden air-laid alarm went off, and quickly after that, a bright red pillar of flame shot up out the window, and the building fell down in an instant (just like a flashlight of magnesium for photography) and smashed us. Though couldn’t move at all for a while, I tried moving myself and going through the heap of wreckage somehow. I crawled and crawled under timbers with my friend who had been sitting next to me, got out at last after long hours; don’t know how long. It was dark outside and drops of something like rain were falling. I kept running like hell toward the west, to get Koi-area, my home. On the way, I looked around the city all burned down, saw very few human figures, however, barely arrived home wondering what was going on. My mother had believed I was dead till then, so she was happy and relieved. The smoke of burning bodies been seen since then for many days, at the riverside of Ota-gawa had made me feel

It was dark and hard to see, but I could make out a crumbling building in front of me. I slowly got to my feet and noticed I was in the middle of a road. The moon shone brightly in the sky, barely lighting up the city. I started walking, trying to figure out what was going on, why I was here. It was eerie, nobody was around.

I look up, searching for hope, looking for something or someone to save me. I see nothing. Nothing but darkness and the dead.

The modern era, politically, has been defined by the right of everyone’s own decision, for who’s in power, what they do in power and how to stop them if they get too powerful. It was the individual’s decision to let one into power. Of course if a country did not do this, we as Americans would see that as backwards and not right to the point of military intervention when in our own nation we do not get full say in who become president. The decision making does not include world leaders but also includes the day to day decisions and our own life decisions we make every day, such as our job decisions. But it would seem that all these decisions are pointless and

The modern era, politically, has been defined by the right of everyone’s own decision, for who’s in power, what they do in power and how to stop them if they get too powerful. It was the individual’s decision to let one into power. Of course if a country did not do this, we as Americans would see that as backwards and not right to the point of military intervention when in our own nation we do not get full say in who become president. The decision making does not include world leaders but also includes the day to day decisions and our own life decisions we make every day, such as our job decisions. But it would seem that all these decisions are pointless

Why is speaking your mind so difficult? This question frequently enters my mind. 6 months ago, it was more prominent than ever. It all started when I got my first job. Style Encore, a consignment store, took a chance on me when I was 15. I was cultivated in buying and selling higher end used clothing. Working there changed my life drastically. Style Encore introduced me to skills and friends that will be with me for the rest of my life. The age variance of my co-workers and customers forced me to socialize with people I otherwise would not or could not approach. Being treated as their equal was foreign to me. Respect became something I never realized I wanted so desperately. This consignment store