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Thankfully, Johnny had passed the test of being able to clean up with the help of Dixie and was able to transfer himself fairly well from the wheelchair to the toilet. With a long list of instructions, a bagful of medications and a schedule of appointments for therapy and check-ups, Johnny was pronounced healthy enough to start recovering at the DeSoto’s. Although normally he could have been sent home that morning, after having to be checked over by Doctor Early, Doctor Druthers and both therapists

Capturing the dusty smell of the cement, bricks, and wood hung in mid-air as we walked around to explore the recent, unfinished cafe shop that was still in building mode. The scent reminded me of a dead war zone left behind, waiting for another war to come. “So what are you gonna name this cafe shop?”, my dad asked after getting a mini tour of the shop, his body casting a shadow over mine. “Well I don’t quite know yet. I’ll think about it and come up with a name before this place is completed.”,

I woke up hearing the infuriating and pulsating ring of my alarm, I checked the calendar, another Sunday, just like any other, hunting day. I assembled my weapons into my reliable black duffle bag; a silenced handgun, a military-grade pocket knife and my SR-25 sniper rifle. Wearing a pair of ripped jeans as faded as erased blue pencil markings, and a grey hoodie that hugged every crevice of my muscular torso, I headed out to my black Ford pickup truck. Throwing the duffle bag into the passenger seat

Knock, Knock, ding dong, ding dong, Knock, knock, I woke up out of a sound sleep to a frantic knock at the door followed by the ringing of the doorbell. This happened several times before I was coherent enough to realize it was not a dream. I sat up and place my feet on the side of the bed placing them in the slippers that I slip on and off when I am going to bed. I could hear a voice behind the knocks but it frightened me when I looked at the clock. I gaited like a duck to the front door because

One of my greatest field trips ever was on a boat ride to Catalina Island. It consisted of a three-day overnight trip to the beautiful Island. My Dad and I woke up at 4:35 in the morning just to get to school on time to load up the bus. On the way to school, my dad and I stopped at three different stores to make sure we had enough food, and supplies for the boat ride. I was tired, but super excited! Once we arrived at school, we immediately started packing up the bus. Everyone looked like they just

All week my parents have been hinting a trip this weekend. It was Friday night and I was laying wide awake in my bed, staring at my white ceiling. It was 2 am and my mind was racing and excitement ran through my veins. Unfortunately, my parents are constantly working, so they never really take me places. I had turned thirteen last week and this was my birthday present. Could it be an amusement park? I really love roller coasters. Or maybe an arcade? Playing video games is my favorite thing to do

My life, in my opinion, is not boring or dull, but rather quite exciting. It has always been crazy and it still is now. When I was 4 years old, I had both my tonsils removed, resulting in me only being able to eat soft foods for 1 week. When I was 6 years old, I was diagnosed with ADHD. That made me have to take ADHD medications. Every time the medication would seem to be working, it would become ineffective, making me have to switch medications. I’ve heard the names of the medications so many times

It was the last weekend of my summer vacation before entering senior year. All my life I have been spending my summer vacations in my beach house on Contadora Island, a small paradise off the coast of Panama. Everything on the island is joy and serenity. It had almost become a tradition for all the island residents to go spend the last weekend there. I had a very close friend who also had a house in Contadora. He was the most caring and gentle person I have ever met. I would regard him as an example

A Mother In Manville Narrative The words just ran in the back of my head, “ What do you mean you don't know where he is?”,I wanted to shout. I just stood there and wondering why he would he lie to to me was it something I said? How could Jerry, that honest, thoughtful and responsible young boy lie? I wanted to know the truth! I went home without saying goodbye and slammed the door behind me, shaking the dim light in the cold windy darkness that matched my sorrow. As I climbed to my bed I thought

Team Dynamics and Groups: TEAM/GROUP COHESION: Team cohesion runs as one with team holding. Indeed, team bonding is the thing that keeps any gathering or team together after the team holding activity is over. In this respect then, team bonding is about keeping up the team holding impact and preventing gathering discontinuity. Any great team bonding exercises ought to incorporate regular objectives and reason to guarantee that team bonding is set up later on; if there is a typical objective, there