Last year, June 21 I moved from to America, and I travel to United States with my father, sister, and grandmother. First, my father was so excited and he was singing when I asked him about the reason he said a UN called me and said you and your family have move to United States on May 9. Next, my sister was sitting in her room and when she heard my father she jumped on her bed. When it is time to go to the…
“Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes. They’re allowed to take only a knapsack and a little cash with them, and even then, they’re robbed of these possessions on the way. Families are torn apart; men, women and children are separated. Children come home from school to find that their parents have disappeared. Women return from shopping to find their houses sealed, their families gone. The Christians in Holland are also living in fear because…
I chose to address this prompt in an imaginative form as I was inspired by the story of the child and man that lost their lives in the Boston Bombings. This event had a strong impact on me and my awareness that bad things do happen to good people. My imaginative piece was written as a poem by the man who died in the bombings. I wrote this poem in the first person and in current tense to convey a sense of pain and suffering in this dying process he experienced and had to go through. This poem is aimed at the horrible people who did this and they should know what they did and how it affected people. It also could help society realise how bad this event was and how because of the actions of cruel people occurrences like these do happen. Now because of these heartless souls someone else’s life will never be the same. Because of these actions someone is now missing a son, a brother, a grandson, a husband and a friend that they can never get back or see again. My purpose of this piece was to move the audience and to educate the people about the experiences of this treacherous event. I decided to discuss the process and the emotions of what the man was going through after the bomb had hit. I said ‘events flashing before my eyes’ to make that connection to the myth that when you die you see your whole…
It was a normal morning for me and my family, my father had been sitting at the table reading the news paper my mother had been the kitchen cooking. Mother had ring the bell letting me and my little sister and brother know that it was time for breakfast, we ran to the table. Are breakfast was one of our normal breakfasts an egg from are home farm and a few pieces of bread. As we were sitting around the table eating father began to say his goodbyes for the day because he had to go to work, but suddenly there was a noise a very loud ranging noise that covers the whole city. Father quick turnaround told all of us “get up… get up now, hurry up” I didn’t know what was going, my little brother and sister was very scared, and mother had a look in her eyes I never seen before. Father made all of us go in this room underground with a hatch door. Everyone but father sat there quiet but scared and confused, he knows what is going on. It was long to we heard a loud noise as if someone was coming in the house we began to hear footsteps then seconds later we were being pulled by are clothes, hair anything they could have grab we was pulled by. Then we were spit up in put inside different trucks. I was by myself didn’t know what was about to happen or where I was going. I had a funny feeling that was going to be the last time is seen my family. I was only 17 when I was persecuted.…
At the end of December 2015 we got on a plane and flew to Haiti. As we arrived we got on the Tap-Tap (taxi) and got driven to the orphanage. The drive was about an hour and a half long on roads that are not paved and had huge potholes. The only scent in the air was not what you would expect- it’s not a tropical flower smell, it’s burning garbage. While trying to talk to my family all we could hear was chaos and mass commotion. “ I’m excited but so nervous at the same time!” I screeched. All of our jaws dropped in wonder. We had all been waiting for that day since the past year when we were in Haiti.…
Pirret, M. (2002) Utilizing TISS to differentiate between intensive care and high-dependency patients and to identify nursing skills requirements. Intensive and Critical Care Nursing.18(1) pp.19-26.…
INTRODUCTION: Mark Haddon’s novel, ‘The curious incident of the dog in the night-time’ (‘TCIDN’) contains many distinctive ideas that engage a reader. This unusual novel details the story of an autistic English boy who is isolated because he is socially challenged due to his condition. The author, although not autistic, masterfully capture what life is like from the point of view of an autistic sufferer who decides to write a mystery novel around the death of a dog. Ironically, in the end, the audience perceives the real mystery that surrounds Christopher’s life.…
The article, “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time,” by Pippa Moss reviews and explains how the book Curious Incident would be easily relatable to an autist. The author of the article starts by introducing the main character of the story, Christopher, and how he excels in certain areas of life but not in others. The author then concludes the article with a comparison between Christopher and a reader who may also be an autist and how the story is perfect for any reader.…
Similar to the woman in “Verses upon the burning of our house”, my house had a small fire ten years ago. In the fire I lost many prized possessions and a sense of home. In fact, my room had the most damage because the fire was right above me. My family and I felt lost, but as the time went on through the construction and renovation of my home, I was able to cope with our loss as I watched my parents in awe as they looked at this tragic event as something positive. They showed me to look on the bright side of things and never give up hope. In the poem “Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th 1666” Anne Bradstreet had a similar event when her house suddenly lit into flames in the middle of the night. Throughout the poem she learns to…
Around the little family, fire trucks and ambulances screamed to a halt. Neighbors from across the street were emerging in their pajamas with blankets for the victims. Next to the girls, the grandmother cried quietly. She had owned the property for 40 years, and all of her memories were burning in the fire. As the firefighters struggled to put out the flames, the grandmother watched her entire life go up in smoke.…
I remember, as a small girl, watching my mother run across the street, into a white framed house, that was bursting with flames. My mother, a very small woman, ran through a doorway of flames and pulled Mr. Miller, our elderly neighbor, to safety from his burning house. He lived alone and was trying to prepare his dinner, when some how he lost consciousness and a grease fire ignited the flames, resulting in the total destruction of his home.…
Within this essay, the author will reflect on a critical incident using a reflective model. In order to guide the author undertake this reflection, Johns (2002) reflective model will be utilised. As the first stage of Johns reflective model asks for the description of the event, the descriptive part will be attached (see appendix A). In accordance with the NMC Code of Professional Conduct (2008) the names of the individual involved have been changed using pseudonym in the form of James, Jennifer and Christina for the purpose of maintaining confidentiality. This reflection has been chosen as it has shown the author the inadequacies on her part as a student nurse. Also to highlight the need for the author and professionals to have an accurate documentation as it plays an important role in providing effective nursing care. Therefore, this provides me with the opportunity to have a better understanding and ways to improve my documentation skills.…
I was trying to wake up and trick my mind into believing that all of the buildings collapsing, people dying, gunshots firing was not real at all. Unfortunately none of the violence was ending, and at that point I knew i could not trick myself anymore. This was real. As I stand there crying my eyes out with no one familiar around me, I heard someone call my name with sirens going off at the same time. There were people crying, getting shot, dying, weeping all around me. There were dead bodies of people i had seen on the streets while walking. I stopped for a second and saw my friends walking towards me telling me to run to the bus as soon as possible. I did not want to go not knowing where my family was but that was my only choice to get home safe and to ease my mother's worries. I walked out and heard my friends in my bus screaming my name in the saddest matter and tones of voices. I could hear them holding back their tears, but at the same time i could hardly understand them because of all the tears they were shedding. When i got on the bus it was overflowing with kids and people, because the driver wanted to fit as many passengers as he possibly could transport. Many kids in the bus had no idea where their friends and siblings were, so i knew i was not alone. I finally arrived at my home and my mother was there waiting, trying to comfort me. She had been crying and…
I was sitting at the computer desk in the upstairs loft, I had just finished my homework and began to check my phone, when I hear this loud thunder and lightening like sound and my house had shook like there was an earthquake. I was very confused and hadn’t realized what had happened, and as I look down all I can see is white insulation all over my desk and in my mouth. I could my brother Corey faintly yelling my name, “SARA SARA SARA?! ARE YOU OKAY?!”. I couldn’t respond I was in such a shock but I eventually responded with “Yes, I’m okay”. I stood up out of my chair and turned around to see this giant hole in the roof of my house.…
Although I was able to help this family in a small way, it is not enough. This experience has opened my eyes to see how necessary it is to help those in need. It is far too easy for us to just sweep problems under the rug and pretend they do not exist. I now know how important it is for people…