A Young Mother Gives Birth to an Elderly Woman

A Young Mother And A Healthy Baby
On August 24, 2016, a young mother went into labor. About five hours later she gave birth to a baby
girl. Well so she thought. The mother ended up going into cardiac rest after five minutes of giving
birth. The doctors were puzzled. A young healthy mother and a healthy baby. The doctors heard the
NICU nurses screaming so they took off. They all look around. From what was a healthy baby had
turned into an 87–year–old female. The doctors looked stumbled. There was no father to be found.
"What is everyone staring at me for?" the woman asked. "Ashley, go call the government" the head
doctor whispered quietly to the head nurse. The nurse went and called the government while the
other doctors and nurses try to contain the woman while ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
The quickly ran to the other half of the building. The lieutenant along with the Deputy Chief entered
the building where she had run back into. "Ma'am, we are with the government and we need to
speak to nurse Ashley from the NICU," the deputy chief said while showing his badge. "She'll be
right with you!" the secretary said as she placed the call. As the nurse came down to speak with the
deputy chief, the woman put her hair where her face was and gracefully exited the hospital. She was
able to get past everyone. She decided her best bet was to call her grandmother and go stay with her.
Her grandmother lived four states away. Her information on a card that was given to her by the
secretary. So, the woman called her. "Hello?" another woman answered. "Hi, is this Christina's
mother?" the woman asked. "May I ask who's calling?" the grand mother asked. "Your
granddaughter. I don't know what my name is because my mom died five minutes after my birth,"
the woman replied. "My daughter is dead!" the grandmother asked now crying over her daughter's
death. "Yes. She passed unfortunately. But the hospital said that you were my grandmother and I
have no where to go. I have no dad and no mom," the woman said and the grandmother decided to
cut her off. "Wait! How could you be my child's daughter? How are you speaking to me?" the
grandmother asked. "Well funny story," the woman replied. As she told the grandmother the story,
they
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My Life
"I lay in Death's arms; writhing in feverish pain, my stomach drawn tight from hunger. I talked with
the Great Spirit and asked him to take me, to release me from my torment, but he said it was not my
time. He said that I must learn to see, not with my eyes, but with my heart, my spirit within. "He
nourished my body with the blood of the bear, which gave me strength, then said, that because I was
brave, I would live. I was to teach my people of his ways. The Great Spirit told me that when the
yellow mocker called, and I lay in death's final arms, that I would again be able to see," he paused,
looking into his fire. "Did I die?" asked Two Feathers thoughtfully. "I do not know, but I was dead in
the darkness. For how long; I do not know. When I awoke, my sight was gone. They whispered of
my eyes, saying the snow had taken my sight. I told them that Death, had taken my sight. That
Death rode a pale horse and was chasing the bear, and when we smashed together, death caught me
and tried to claim my spirit. "Running Horse and Tutolaka did not see the bear, or death. They say
that I fall down. That I was ill and talking out of my head. That it had been two moons ago and they
could not carry me and the deer, so they had stayed with me. For that, I know they were my friends.
"Why was I chosen? I do not know. Only, that I must tell everyone of the Great Spirit's ways, how
he saved me from Death, and how we should care for one another. We should prepare for our days
ahead, build

An Expected Tragedy Occurred On My Life
July 7th, 2012 an expected tragedy occurred. It's amazing how we take things for granted. We go
throughout our day thinking everything is going to be fine with the plans we made, and don't think
twice about how our plans can be taken away at any moment. I didn't think about it much, until I
was faced with a wake–up call, a death of my grandmother. I don't think anybody really thinks about
a misfortune until they are faced with one.
Around 1ish on July 7th, 2012 we were told to come to the hospital because of an emergency with
my grandma. My family and I rushed to get there. In my head I was wondering what was going on
and what was going to happen to her. I was so nervous because it was so unexpected to me because
the other day she was ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
There's also a curtain that's attached to a metal railing on the celling, the can wrap around the
patients bed. In the second part of the room there's two couches. One by the window and one on the
left of the couch by the window. Beside the couch by the window there another small table.
My family and I saw her on her death bed. She was laying down, still alive in her hospital dress with
tubes coming from her body. She couldn't talk and she was so stiff. Her arms were bigger than they
were supposed to be and they were very pale and a bit purple and blue. Her face was very puffy and
pale too. I felt so speechless, gloomy, and sorry. Tears were coming down my face just seeing her
like that. It seemed that they didn't stop coming down from my face. I pulled some tissues from the
tissue box and whipped my tears. As I looked over I saw my mother, sister, brother, and dad were
crying as well.
Then, I overheard the adults saying they tried to give her a liver from a family member but none of
theirs matched my grandmothers. So the doctors said they were going to wait for another patient to
die so they can do the liver transplant because the patient had the type of liver my grandmother
needed. Time flew by and more people were showing up to support her. When other people came in
they started crying as soon as they saw how my grandmother looked. One of her friends went up to

Analysis Of The Lock Of The Old Two Story House
"I can't believe this is really going to be our new place..." Brielle admitted, as she turned the key in
the lock of the old two story house. It was a bright sunny day in the middle of June in central Iowa,
and the twin sisters, Brielle and Audrey, were getting their dream come true. Since they were little
they had been dreaming of getting to live in their grandparent's house. The old two–story white
house held so many memories. Today, it looked different than it had when they were young. The
white paint was beginning to chip, and the blue shutters had faded from the royal blue they once
were. The girls stood on the massive wrap–around porch looking up at the house. Growing up, this
house had been like a second home to them. Brielle and ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Brielle turned the brass door handle and pushed open the old wooden door and went inside,
followed by Audrey. Right away, they got to work cleaning. They were in the kitchen when their
mom walked in the house to help. Their mom lived about ten minutes away, and the girls knew that
she was more than willing to come help them get moved in.
"Hey, I'm so glad you're here!" exclaimed Audrey.
"Yeah, so am I, we still have a lot to do." agreed Brielle.
"Alright girls, I'll finish the kitchen if you two want to move on to the bedrooms. Hopefully you'll be
able to stay here tonight." instructed Mom.
They left their mom in the kitchen, and went upstairs to the bedrooms. They started with what had
been the guest bedrooms, there were three of them, and saved their grandmother 's room for last. A
few hours later, they were onto their grandmother 's room. Their mother was still working on the
downstairs.
"Well, here we are..." Audrey sighed, looking around the room.
"This room looks the same as it did when Grandma lived here, it seems so wrong to move
everything." Brielle said, feeling guilty. The room 's maroon flowered wallpaper was still intact, and
it was equipped with the same bedroom outfit their grandparents had purchased after their wedding.
The bed still had the multicolored quilt their great grandmother had made as a wedding gift so many
years before.
"We have to do it though, it 's our house now, and we need the rooms. Grandma would

Descriptive Essay
"Jordyn get up," yelled my mom. I rolled over to my side and groaned at the sight that it was only
eight o'clock. But then I remembered that my cousins were coming to my grandparent's green and
white house this weekend. I loved spending time out on my grandparent's farm. There are sheep that
are as fluffy as the clouds, grass and trees that sway with the wind and give off a fresh smell, and so
many different barns with so much different equipment that I have never seen before. That's when I
hopped out of bed and got ready faster than a rabbit can run. I put on my pink t–shirt with all of the
Mickey Mouse characters with my old jeans that had rips on them. Then to complete my outfit, I put
on my grey GAP sweatshirt that had the letters G–A–P filled out with the colors of navy blue and
red. Next, I quickly through my hair up and into a pony tail and brushed my teeth and I was ready to
go. I went upstairs by my dad and my sister, Ashley, and kept bothering my mom saying, "Let's go!"
Then finally about twenty minutes later my mom came out to the living room and said, "Let's head
out to grandmas and grandpas." I bolted down the stairs and put on my old, white, sneaker shoes.
The ride there seemed to drag on and on for an eternity because I was so excited. Then finally we
reached the last turn and I saw the house. Once we go there, I ran out of the car and into the house
and was greeted by my cousins, Matthew and Josh and my Aunt Sue and my Uncle Mike. After
getting all

Culture And Its Impact On Culture
Culture is a combination of many aspects of life that have been passed down for generation.
Customs, beliefs, values and behaviors that become more specified to specific groups that tend to
mimic themselves within a group are the broad range themes that come up when one discusses
culture. Culture can exist on many different planes simultaneously. Culture is subjective and the way
in which specific cultures are defined changes constantly. Researchers Kroeber and Kluckhohn state
that "Culture consists of patterns, explicit and implicit, of and for behavior acquired and transmitted
by symbols, constituting the distinctive achievement of human groups, including their embodiments
in artefacts; the essential core of culture consists of traditional (i.e. historically derived and selected)
ideas and especially their attached values; culture systems may, on the one hand, be considered as
products of action, on the other as conditioning elements of further action." (1952, p. 181) This
description of culture largely aligns with generally accepted definitions of culture but briefly
considers that culture can also be a product of action. I believe that culture is grounded in traditions
of the past but suggest that it could not exist without the continued evolution of the key elements
that define the concept. For the purpose of this paper I will describe culture as not only the
experiences that came before but the enduring and modifiable traits that allow culture to be
completely unique

Cultural Essay
Journey of an Ethnic Orphan:
Cultural Essay
Over the past 100 years my family has come from many places of origin Lebanon, Spain, Ireland,
Russia, Germany and many others. over the past century there's been a breakdown and separation
amongst the family and its traditions that we used to have. There's so much left to my imagination
regarding my culture and ethnicity, but there is some that I am aware of from questioning people
such as my mother, father, grandmother and other extended family members. Being an ethnic orphan
is basically saying that whatever traditions and sense of culture we may have had in the past is very
vague for the most part because of assimilation and geographical relocation. Although much is left
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After he went the first time he came home and told me how much fun it had been. It immediately
struck my interest and I started attending the Presbyterian Church as well. Throughout high school
and into college I attended this Presbyterian Church and continued to grow in the Christian religion.
Most of my life I hang on to the beliefs and values that are taught in the Bible, something that molds
my own values and traditions now as an adult.
Importance
of family.
Growing up the importance of family was highly stressed. You must do anything for your family.
Even if it meant doing something wrong. One of the things that my family has both held onto was
the importance of family. The reason I believe that this was highly stressed is because of the
breakdown and the separation of the family. Some families moved to California, Some stayed on the
East Coast and some scattered in between. It was important to hold onto family because we were
taught that family is all we have. When I was 11 ironically my mother and my father got a divorce.
It devastated me, not only was my family torn apart but everything I had been taught about
sacrificing for the good of the family was disregarded at their convenience. Throughout my years as
a child and young adult I have held on to the values that I must still hold onto a strong sense of
family. I wanted to do what so many other family members could not, maintain a lasting marriage.
There are many reasons my mother

Essay on Margaret Laurence's A Bird in the House
Margaret Laurence's A Bird in the House
Margaret Laurence's A Bird in the House differentiates itself from the four other novels that make up
the 'Manawaka series' that has helped establish her as an icon of Canadian literature. It does not
present a single story; instead, it is a compilation of eight well–crafted short stories (written between
the years 1962 and 1970) that intertwine and combine into a single narrative, working as a whole
without losing the essential independence of the parts.
It tells – at least on a surface level – of the childhood of a young girl named Vanessa MacLeod , and
of her trials and tribulations in the small Manitoban town of Manawaka. The narrative style of the
stories is important, ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Most importantly, it is a story of captivity, of failed attempts at freedom, and of one woman's partial
escape from the constraints of her family, home, and past.
There is a single symbol that encapsulates the majority of these notions throughout the entirety of
the book: the bird, the bird in the house, the bird "caught between the two layers of glass" that so
changes Vanessa's life. Birds make too frequent and deliberate an appearance throughout the
collection of short stories to be mere haphazard additions to the background; instead, they, along
with the images and concepts associated with them, serve to alert the aware reader to what Margaret
Laurence, through older–Vanessa, through child–Vanessa, is trying to tell us. The birds, and their
associated images, are central and representative of the novel as a whole.
There are encounters with several birds throughout the majority of the stories: there is, of course, the
sparrow that predicts Ewen MacLeod's death; there is Grandmother Connor's perpetually silent
canary, Birdy; there are the hauntingly–voiced loons in the appropriately named story 'The Loons'.
They make subtler appearances as well: Grandmother MacLeod's hair is once described as 'white–
feathered wings in [a] snare'2; there is the blue Chinese carpet 'with its birds in eternal motionless
flight'(p. 47); the ladybird that climbs, falls, and climbs again, despite its ability to fly.
More important,

My Grandmother
I was born on July 2nd, 1997 to Mandy Dollich and Terry Reno. My mom grew up with very
religious grandparents and not so religious parents. My grandma, her mother, and my grandpa, her
father, we hippies and the "cool" parents. The liked to throw parties and to have fun especially my
grandfather. He told me that one time he got so drunk that he had to have my mom, who at the time
was only eleven, drive him home. My Great Grandmother, though, was extremely religious and she
took my mom 's church every Sunday morning for the service as well as for the night services. She
also got my mom involved in the youth group and in the choir. So my mom, despite her
rambunctious parents, grew up to be a Christian. My father and his side of the family consider
themselves to be Christians as well. They, however, are not as hardcore as most people say they
should be. They don 't go to church often or pray before meals. They didn 't feel like they had to put
on a big show to prove that they believe in God. My mother never married my father and a few
years after I was born she started dating Dennis Dollich who is now my stepfather. His family,
especially his mother, are what people would call "holy rollers". they are the type of family that goes
to church every Sunday and prays before every meal. They are very much the type of people that
will talk about got to anyone who will listen.
As a young kid, my mother worked a lot and my dad was never in my life much, so my stepdad 's

Grandparent Visitation
To:
From:
Date: June 10, 2004
Subject: Grandparent's Visitation
MEMORANDUM
Based on the limited facts, the Johnson Superior Court should, at the least, modify the Agreed Entry
between the parties that, among other things, granted Catherine McHugh (hereinafter the
"grandmother") visitation of the minor child Christopher A. Cronin (hereinafter the "child"). There
is an issue as to whether the grandmother is entitled to visitation rights to the minor child and
whether the bad relationship between the Alice Cronin (hereinafter the "mother") and grandmother
is a consideration in determining the child's best interest.
Grandparents Visitation Act Indiana's Grandparents Visitation Act (hereinafter "Act") allows a
child's ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Id. at 67. The Court stated that the statute allowed the judge to "disregard and overturn a fit custodial
parent concerning visitation whenever a third party affected by the decision files a visitation
petition, based solely on the judge's determination of the child's best interests". Id.
The Court, which characterized the case as involving nothing more than a simple disagreement
between [the trial court] and the mother concerning the child's best interest, held that the visitation
order was an unconstitutional infringement on the mother's fundamental right to make decisions
concerning the care, custody, and control of her children, and the courts failure to accord the
mother's determination any material weight. The court relied on three factors in reaching its holding.
First, there is a presumption that fit parents act in the best interest of their children, and the
grandparents did not allege and the court did not find that the mother was an unfit parent. Id. at 68.
If a parent is fit, there is normally no reason for the state to inject itself into the private realm of the
family to further question the ability of the parent to make the best decisions concerning the rearing
of that parent's children. Id. (quoting Reno v. Flores, 507 U.S. 292, 304 (1993)). The second factor
surrounded the decisional framework used by the Washington state court in reaching its

My Purpose Of The World Is Always Changing And So Are People
My Purpose
The world is always changing and so are people. People today never see how they evolve physically,
spiritually and educationally. The never question their purpose of living or do they? For many years
I have been puzzled to what my purpose in life is. People need to know what their purpose in life is
to continue living. Growing up in the south during my time was not so bad, but listening to my
parents and grandparents I believe it was pretty rough. This is where my educational phase of life
begins to form my purpose. My parents named me Melody and of course my name means a
sequence of notes that are put together to form a beautiful sound. My grandparents firmly believed
that music can be a positive change for people. In history James Brown created a song called "I am
black and I am proud. Naturally the song convinced some people to be proud of their race. I thought
as a teenager I could sing a song and even be a star one day. I perform in front of friends and family
until my first talent show gave me a reality check. I did ok but I was not good enough to win, so I
left that talent alone. I only song in church.
This is where my spiritual phase continued to direct my destination of knowing my purpose. I was
raised in the A.M.E foundation and still to this day I go to the same church. My grandmother and
mother both were on the choir. I joined the choir after I turned sixteen. I was also raised to have a
strong relationship with the lord and I do. Every person may

Challenges And Choices That We Make Us Grow As A Person
Obstacles in life are really challenges and choices that we make, placed there to help us grow as a
person. The obstacles, and how you deal with them, help to mold and shape character, then go on to
help others with their obstacles. I have faced some difficult struggles, which have portrayed clearly
that although sometimes one may feel alone, Hashem is always with you throughout every obstacle
you may tackle. These challenges are what make us stronger in the bitachon and emunah in Hashem.
When we attack an obstacle, we're prepared for other challenges that come our way in the future.
This tragic story had recently occurred, when I had found out the devastating news that my great–
grandfather had been awfully ill. I rapidly got into an ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I couldn't imagine who was on the phone, and then I wish I hadn't even grasped that telephone wire
to pick up. It was my mother, of course I was pleased to hear her on the phone, in fact I was jumping
for joy, I haven't heard her voice in a long period of time, nevertheless, I wasn't that pleased with the
message that she would deliver. My mother had tried to exclaim to me delicately the dreadful news;
although in the tone of her voice I can sense the tough time she was having, that my great
grandfather had unfortunately passed away. I felt my heart swell with a sea of tears, How can this
happen? Why to me? What did I do to deserve this? I believed that my hope had gone to despair, it
was like a fragile seed–gone. The hope that I tried constructing had now been demolished in a
matter of seconds. I tried to pretend it was okay–but it wasn't. I tried to conceal my pain–but there
was no use. I was as stubborn as a mule; I couldn't accept the reality that my great grandfather was
no longer with us. Many of my friends saw a rapid change in me instantly; my heart was shattered in
pieces! I didn't have the courage to tell them what had occurred to me, but they were very much
aware that something was happening without doubt. As the days went on, I really tried to have a
good time but I felt that a part of me was incomplete;

Childhood Trauma
Childhood Trauma Family violence is always disheartening. Childhood sexual abuse is by far the
worse. There are many forms of childhood sexual abuse. The sexual abuse can involve seduction by
a beloved relative or it can be a violent act committed by a stranger. Childhood sexual trauma causes
psychological, interpersonal, and behavioral. This paper will show a first account of the impact of
childhood trauma.
Family History Jewel grew up in turmoil. She found out from her grandmother that her mother
didn't want her. Her granddaddy unofficially adopted her. Her paternal grandmother had 14 children,
all of them were bipolar. Grandmother used to beat her husband with a switch if he didn't clean up
his room. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
What was the person's reaction to the trauma? Jewel's reaction to the trauma was self–injury by way
of cutting herself on her arms and legs. Also, she had tried to commit suicide several times. She felt
as if these things can't be really happening.
What kind of support did she receive? From whom? Jewel received the support of her paternal
grandparents. The paternal grandparents were separated. During the early years, her grandfather
took care of her until her mother got situated in her life. The grandmother, who worked as a nurse,
supported her with a place to stay for her and her child. This lady from the girl's home named Annie
helped Jewel get acquainted with learning how to take care of herself. Eventually, Jewel received
the support of the State–Department of Human Services (DHS). They ended up emancipating her at
age 16 and put her up in her own apartment with benefits for her and her baby.
How did that impact the interviewee? How did she cope with that? Jewel felt that she had had a very
hard life with constantly struggling to keep herself safe. She didn't trust people very well. She coped
the best way she knew how, by continuing to self–injure herself by cutting her arms and legs, self–
medicated with alcohol, and smoked cigarettes non–stop. This led to her trying to find love in all the
wrong places; she started to follow the pattern of being in abusive relationships.
To what extent did

The Book 's Name Is `` Smoke Gets On Your Eyes ' By...
Reading Project The book's name is "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes." by Caitlin Doughty. It is about
author 's work experience in the crematory, and the awareness and cognition of death. Caitlin
mentioned that she works in a crematorium because she wanted to overcome the fear of death.
Because when she was eight years old at Windward Mall, she saw a little girl climb up to where the
escalator met the second–story railing, then she tipped over the edge and fell thirty feet, landing
face–first on a laminate counter with a sickening thud (Caitlin 29). So, she lost control of death.
Maybe people fear of death because they experience some frightening things, no matter in real life
or virtual. In addition, Cicirelli said, "The meanings of death and life are interdependent. Life gains
its meaning from the fact of death. How, when, where, and why one anticipates dying influences the
meaning of the life that one has. Such a view implies changing individuals over time, and
consequently a life–span perspective on development of personal death meanings and related death
fears. One would expect the individual to develop different personal meanings and death fears over
the course of life from early childhood to adolescence, young adulthood, middle adulthood, and old
age"( Cicirelli 715). When I was seven years old, I fear of death because the dead body and the
coffin. There are a lot of Chinese horror movie talk about dead people who become zombies, then at
night, they will come out of

A Spring Morning at Grandma’s Antique Shop Essay
The sun catches on the many colors of transparent glass: Forest green, cobalt blue, peachy pink, and
amber yellow forms a surrealistic prism around the room. In the swirling colors, Victorian dolls
dance. This is the image that comes to mind when I think of a spring morning at Grandma's Antique
Shop.
Gravel crunches as I walk toward the old gray house. Above the steps is a baby blue sign that reads
"Todd's Treasures," a hoe and rake form a pyramid over the sign. The steps are wooden and give
gently with each quick step I take. The sleigh bells on the door jingles as I open it calling, "Hello
Grandma." My voice echoes and Grandma says hello from wherever she is, usually the desk.
The smell of cinnamon gently envelops me as I step ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
In the window behind the desk are things that are not for sell; these are the most treasured of "Todd's
Treasures," and any family members who visit are sure to study each item. A poster that once hung
in the Post Office, where Grandma's Grandmother worked, proclaims "Davis Auction Bulletin." In a
small frame is a dirty red, white, and blue ribbon on it is "July 4,1912 Veteran 1861–65." This
ribbon was awarded to my Great Great Great Grandfather, a confederate veteran on the fourth of
July in 1912. A yellowed newspaper clipping states "Game Warden wounded in gun battle." A black
and white photograph of an old black couple is sitting in the windowsill, and a large black and white
picture of a family reunion sits hangs on the wall.
Near the desk are two chairs, where you can sit and talk to Grandma. Down the middle of the room
are three wash stands. On the back one, is a gold Candelabra with angels who hold crystals. Jewelry,
pocket watches, arrowheads, old coins, confederate bills, and a tin top are in the display case. On top
of it is a tin toy train. It is painted yellow, green, blue and red. Behind the display case, are boards
where necklaces and earrings hang.
Most of the shelves in this room contain glass items. There are milk white pieces throughout the
room; they were produced through the 50's and into the 70's by a potting company in Ohio. There is
a beautiful collection of panel grape; grapevines grow all over the white panels of

What Good Can Might Come From Suffering?
What good can possibly come from suffering? Although a long, nameless burden on numerous lives,
suffering walks right along side with us to redeem the long road of darkness it causes to shedding
some light on the walkway. Sometimes the act of an individual's sufferings can be another person's
redemption or salvation. Better said, in A Lesson Before Dying, Jefferson, a twenty–one year black
male, is condemned to the electric chair after being innocently involved in an armed robbery.
Although the imaginable suffering of Jefferson can already be seen, his lawyer calls him a hog in
front of the Judge to show his incapability of committing the crime. In his Aunt's perspective,
Jefferson being executed as a hog and not a man will send him anywhere besides Heaven without
any sort of self–worth or dignity. Dreaming and praying of this redemption, Grant Higgens, a local
school teacher, has to unwillingly help Jefferson redeem his suffering of being a hog, and move him
along to a better place. With most of his time spent being trapped within a jail cell, Jefferson has a
long journey of suffering ahead, but the redemption is more than just death amongst in individual,
but salvation for a whole. From the transition of a hog to a man, Jefferson suffers a long road of
injustice and inequality before every enduring that particular outcome. Through the very criticized
society they're faced with, Grant views the racially diverse system as white people maintaining most
of the power along

The For Supper
"Would you mind setting the table for supper, Charity–" Nancy stopped mid–sentence when she saw
the look on Charity 's face. The poor child has no idea of how to set a table, thought Nancy. She
smiled at Charity, hoping to ease the anxiousness that was clearly visible on her face. "It 's alright,
dear; I 'll show you how. I am sure you will catch on pretty quick; there's nothing to it." When they
had gotten everything ready and on the table, Nancy went to the door and called the men folk in for
supper. Although Charity was hungry, once everyone fixed their plate and began eating, she became
nervous; she could barely eat because she kept sneaking glances in Henry's direction. It seemed he
had a second sense or something, because nearly ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
"Since I got old, we don't get a lot of fresh meat; and now that the wife has passed, the child and me
have been lacking in fresh vegetables– our gardening skills is lacking." "Don't pay Eli any mind, Mr.
Finley," said Nancy. "He just likes to grumble. I cook more meat and potatoes because that is what I
have the most of to cook. One day, I might fry them, the next day, if I find a few carrots in the
garden, I'll make a stew." "Yeah, Nancy's right;" admitted Eli. "I don't have any call to be grumbling
about eating... we have more than a lot of folks has, but we was born poor; I reckon we'll die poor,"
said Eli, and without stopping his string of discourse, added, "I hear the land over in Georgia and
Alabama is better for growing cotton than it is here in the watershed. Maybe one day, these
youngsters will get a chance to check it out," Eli mused. Charity and Henry both snuck a quick look
at each other. She knew her face must be blood–red from embarrassment– Charity knew what was
up because of the conversation she and her grandfather had on the way there, but wondered if Henry
had any idea of what his father and her grandfather had up their sleeves. Eli and her grandfather also
talked a little about raising tobacco, indigo, and rice like many of the large plantations around
Savannah were doing; both agreed that without slaves or a passel, of hardy sons to work the land, it
wasn 't even worth the discussion. At last, it

Don 't Take Anything For Granted
"The more often we see the things around us – even the beautiful and wonderful things – the more
they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the
flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds – even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see
them less and less." – Joseph B. Wirthlin (American businessman) The saying "Don't take anything
for granted" has changed my world completely. This drastic change took place on December 3,
2015. This was one of the most atrocious days I have ever experienced. On December 3, 2015, I lost
one of the most important figures in my entire life, and I feel like I took her for granted. I had just
finished my basketball practice. I was feeling ecstatic because I was making baskets left and right
like Kobe Bryant. My coach even told me that he has never seen me play like that before. Then I
strutted outside and found my father parked outside the school in his large, brown pick–up truck. I
hopped inside and turned my seat heater to high because it was frigid, winter weather outside. My
dad made some casual small talk, then he gave me the news. He stated in a low, dull voice, "Hey
Jack, grandma past away today." The car ride home seemed like it was ten hours long, even though I
lived right around the corner. As soon as we got home, I ran straight up to my room. I couldn't
believe what I was just told. I laid flat out on my bed, arms and legs spread out, staring at the
ceiling. I had no

A Worn Path: Phoenix Jackson a Very Old Woman Essay
Heroes are born everyday. But not all of them have to be able to fly around the world or stop a bullet
with their teeth. They don't have to be like superman and wonder woman. There are many hereos in
the world, you just have to know where to look for them. They are just ordinary people a lot of the
time. Many of them can be parents and grandparents. It all depends on what the person does to be
considered a hero, such as a grandparent that would walk about 50 miles to get medicine for their
sick grandson. That is what Phoenix Jackson did for her grandson in the short story, "A Worn Path".
Phoenix Jackson is a very old woman who lives out in the backcountry of Mississippi with her sick
grandson. She takes care of him because she is his ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
On the way to getting her grandson's medicine she has to deal with a lot of harsh conditions to get to
the big city. She has to go through marshes and thorn bushes. "Swampy part where the moss hung as
lace from every limb." "Thorns, you doing your appointed work. Never want to let anyone pass, no
sir ". Phoenix has endured going through thorns and swampy places so that she can get the
medication for her grandson. She never gives up, no matter how tough things get. She is determined
to get to the city as soon as she can so that she can get back to see her grandson. Phoenix also
forgets her purpose for the mission in which she goes every now and then. But soon after she
remembers and keeps on going.
Phoenix lives with her grandson who she takes care of. She has to walk all the way from her small
home in the woods to the big city so that she can get medication for her grandson, who has a
problem with his throat. But on the way she runs into harsh conditions. These conditions do not set
her off her course or slow her down. Phoenix is a hero in her own way. She takes care of her sick
grandson, and she walks all the way to the big city so that the medicine that her grandson needs
would be free. Good literature is as this short story is. It shows the real world and not of the worlds
where super heroes fly around the world 20 times in 10 seconds. Real life heroes aren't like those in
comic books. They are everyday people that do things like you

What I Learned About Magic
I used to not believed in mythical creatures, magic, or spirits, I never liked the movies or books with
fairies, curses, or evil. I always thought that it was nonsense that only 5 year olds believed in. For
me, magic was a silly form of entertainment that made you gape with fake amazement at a carnival
or magic show. Maybe it was the fact that I refused to believe that forced me into this mess in the
first place, or maybe it was just destined to happen. But either way, I learned my lesson the hard
way. It all began on my summer vacation to see my grandparents in Egypt when I was 13. As I got
off the airplane, with my small blue suitcase in one hand and my computer bag in the other, I saw
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My grandfather followed behind with my suitcase. The whole car ride grandmother chattered on and
on about all of the great places we could go see, including a newly discovered pyramid and sphinx.
After we pulled up to the small square house that my grandparents were renting, I headed up stairs
to my room in the attic. I put my suitcase and computer bag on the floor and plopped into an old
bean bag chair in the corner of the room. As I looked around the room, still crowded with unpacked
boxes I saw an old box in the corner that seemed to glow with an eerie light. I heaved myself up off
of the bean bag chair and opened the box. Inside were 2 orbs, 1 was a bright gold while the other
was a metalic blue color. Carefully, I picked up both orb began to walk towards my bed, but on my
way I tripped over my suit case and face planted on the floor. The orbs in my hands shattered. As I
picked myself and began to collect the broken pieces of glass, I realized the glass was moving. The
glass seemed to be melting forming 2 distinct shapes. In a few minutes 2 human figures had formed,
one with golden hair and the other with metalic blue eyes. The people looked to be teenagers like
me. The kid with metalic blue eyes took 1 glance at me, then at the girl next to her and took off. She
jumped through the small window in the corner and disappeared through the busy streets. The other
girl, with golden hair, chased

Case Analysis : ' My Daughter ' Essay
I would like to give you some insight regarding my custody case Elaine Sinclair Perry vs Officer
Peter Perry (estranged husband). This case has been ongoing for over four (4) years and I am eager
for this case to come to an amicable solution. My daughter is six (6) years old and her father Officer
Peter Perry continues to fight for weekend visitation. Officer Perry is inconsistent with visitation
and child support payment. Whenever he comes to pick up our daughter, Officer Perry doesn 't give
any advance notice. He texts the night before and then show up the next morning to pick up our
daughter. He doesn 't give detailed information as to where our daughter is being dropped off or the
address and telephone number of where she is dropped off. Officer Perry also wants our daughter to
stay over the weekend through Monday. The environment where Officer Perry resides is not livable
for anyone because it lacks basic survival needs such as water. The home environment is unhygienic
and unsafe for our daughter to spend weekends. I lived at the house and there was no running water.
Also, no light is in the home. A home visit needs to be conducted in order to investigate if there is
food, light and water. It is unrealistic for our daughter to stay overnight Saturday through Monday.
Officer Perry resides in Stony Hill, Kingston and our daughter resides in Spanish Town, St.
Catherine. Our daughter education will be negatively affected by being dropped off on a Monday.

The Day My Great Grand Mother
I sit in the couch while watching TV. Today 's the day my great grand mother is going to draw an
unlucky person 's name in whose house there will be about 20 people or so coming in for
christmas.Oh lord,how I wish my mom 's name won 't pop up as this decade 's host.
This family tradition... It 's not like I 'm against it but it actually is kind of strange.Every ten
years...ten years... How I wish that Mrs. Jones wouldn 't have called me to tell my family 's holiday
tradition in the day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of the year.Last day of school
before christmas break.I can remember it as well as if it was yesterday...Oh wait, it was.
Normal last day of school,people running around like crazy,teachers complimenting ... Show more
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I sigh as I go back to my holiday TV routine. "Why is nothing in this channel good?" I say as I start
flipping through the channels, hopefully finding something worthwhile to watch.Just then my five
year old brother,Owen, comes down the stairs.He is wearing a casual light blue T–shirt with a pair
of faded blue jeans.His brown hair is messy,as always and he 's carrying a ball in his hand.
"Where are you going with that, young man?" I ask him, imitating mom in her british accent.
He simply looks at me,with an innocent stare, before saying "To the backyard."
"Have you finished the book I gave you?"
"Yes."
"Alright, go on then." I say beckoning him to the backyard door.Mom had given me the chore to
make him read at least a short book a week.She had asked me to do this as I 'm usually better at
picking books for him than she is.I remember that every time she tried to choose a book for him he
always said that he did not like it,probably because she chose not very "appealing" ones for Owen 's
age like Harry Potter and The wizard of Oz.
I smile slightly as Owen opens the door and starts trying to get the ball on the basketball hoop we
installed a few months ago.He certainly has gotten better.I turn to look at the granfather clock by the
stairs and sit up instantly as I see it 's nearly 3 o 'clock.I stand up and run up the

Essay about The Foundation of My Identity
Ronald Takaki, a frequent writer of cultural backgrounds, reminds us that, "America does not belong
to one race or one group, the people in this study remind us, and Americans have been constantly
redefining their national identity from the moment of first contact on the Virginia shore. By sharing
their stories they invite us to see ourselves in a different mirror." Out of my fellow composition
students, at State University, I am the only one whose great great grandparents came over to the
USA. Out of twenty students, including myself, I found a surprising number of five parents, eight
grandparents, and six great grandparents who immigrated to this wonderful country that we call
America. Until recently I never would have never thought of ... Show more content on
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I know that my great grandparents and my grandparents spent most of their lives in the wide–open
country (Croswell, MI area). After asking a few family members I found that my grandma on my
mom's side is nearly all German, while my grandpa was nearly all polish. Their grandparents came
over here and settled in downtown Detroit. Later my grandparents built their own house in Utica,
MI. That is were my mom grew up and lived until my dad and mom built their first house in
Millington, MI over 27 years ago. Both of my grandpas were automotive shop workers almost all of
their life, which is the same as most of their kids, especially on my dad's side. The funny thing is
that the more generations that work at the factories, the higher the level and the more income that
that person has.. Rob Blauner reminds us in 'Talking Past Each Other' that, "Members of an ethnic
group hold a set of common memories that make them feel that their customs, culture, and outlook
are distinctive." My generation is the first to attend college to become whatever they want, myself
I'm attending college to become a mechanical engineer and will probably coincide with other
shopworkers just as my family does–did.
Millington is a very boring town, but our house had a rather nice setting. I spent my first 18 years in
the second house that they built, also in Millington, Mi. It was an enormous 5–bedroom 3700 sq. ft
with 10 acres of rolling heavily wooded property. It also had a nice clean

The Music Of The 1940 ' S
The music of the 1940's was the Big Band sound like Tommy Dorsey, Glenn Miller, Duke Ellington
and Benny Goodman. Popular singers were the Andrews Sisters, Kay Kaiser and many other famous
ones. There were crooner style singers, including Bing Crosby, whose smooth voice made him one
of the most popular singers. There was Frank Sinatra, Dinah Shore, Tony Bennett, Pat Boone, Nat
King Cole, Kate Smith and Perry Como. All of these very popular singers led the hit parade. They
sang the songs that went with the mood of the country in the early 50s. Many of these crooners
became the idols of the decade's later rock and roll stars, who used their influence to create a unique
sound.
Nat King Cole was not only one of the first African ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Radio was the lifeline for Americans in the 1940's, providing news, music and entertainment, much
like television today. Programming included soap operas, quiz shows, children's hours, mystery
stories, drama and sports. Kate Smith and Arthur Godfrey were popular radio hosts. The government
relied heavily on radio for propaganda. Like the movies, radio faded in popularity as television
became prominent. Many of the most popular radio shows continued on in television, including Red
Skelton, Abbott and Costello, Jack Benny, Bob Hope and Truth or Consequences.
Although my grandmother was a young child during this time, she still remembers the music very
vividly, but what she remembers most was her mother always singing along with the radio and
dancing around the house as she performed her household chores. Bing Crosby also was a whistler
and her mother could also whistle any tune just as good as he did. She passed this happiness and
love for music on to my grandmother. As a matter of fact, both of my grandmother's grandmothers
passed on that love of music to her as well.
It didn't stop there. Along came the 1950's. This is the decade that gave birth to Rock n Roll. There
is no one type of popular '50s music. During the decade, soloists and crooners shared the stage with
rock and roll, country and western, bluegrass, folk, Cajun and creole music. It's impossible to pin
'50s music to any one style.

The Remembrance Of A Grandmother
In Remembrance OF A Grandmother Grandparents are the best of friend and gentle person you will
ever meet. They love and care about their granddaughters very much. Children enjoy spending time
with their grandparents because they are full of stories and always seem to have candy or cookie
with them. Children are always excited about their grandparents ' visitation especially on holidays
and birthdays. They hoped that one day they will see their granddaughters grow up and change the
world. In the long run, their life turned upside down, and they never get to see that day comes to
pass. One day they are here and then they are gone, leaving you behind wondering what you could
have done to keep them longer. First of all, my great–grandmother Akosua, was not just an ordinary
woman. She was talented, adventurous, friendly and joyful person you will ever meet. When
grandmother Akosua was younger, she traveled around the world, serving her famous cuisine to
workers in isolated places. There were any cars during those day so she walked by foot crossing
boarder to boarder entering into other lands. She would take two week trip to the other native land
and sell food to the people who were living or working there. Sometimes when her food is finished,
she would stay longer, and cook for them. She was always trying new things and going beyond her
limit. She got the kindness of heart that loves giving and helping people anyway she could. When
people come to her in the market where she

Descriptive Essay About My Mother
One day, I was brought into this world with beautiful blonde hair and the sweetest baby blue eyes.
Actually, my hair was barely there, I was pretty much a bald baby. I was ever so loved by my
parents and had a big sister who was protective of me. I grew up with a huge extended family who
loved me unconditionally. I had two great grandparents, four grandparents, five aunts, five uncles,
and twenty cousins all portraying different forms of love as I grew older and older. As all people
tend to pick favorites in the family, I am guilty of it as well. I got extremely attached to my paternal
grandmother, Sue. Grandma Sue had a heart the size of the universe. She was smart, understanding,
kind, and gentle. Her biggest passion was her grandkids. She would do anything in the world for us
nine grandkids, she loved us dearly. She supported each and every one of us whether it was a dance
recital, a football game, or First Communion. Grandma Sue had a love for sports and was ecstatic to
watch us portray our talents on the court or field each day, she never once missed any of our games.
She always gave the best encouragement and feedback after a bad game, and always made us feel
like we mattered to the team and told us to work harder to get better. She believed in us so much and
gave us the mindset to never give up. Grandma Sue had an extreme amount of knowledge when it
came to the kitchen. She could bake the most delicious homemade buns and bread, the sweetest
chocolate chip cookies,

Culture Clash Essay
Italian culture has a rich history that includes art, classic architecture, music, popular traditions and
customs. Many people who visit Italy are somewhat surprised by the diversity of the dialects,
cuisines, architecture, and craftsmanship.
My father, Giuseppe, now deceased, was born in Sannicandro, province of Bari, Italy (Region:
Puglia, – southern agricultural area near the Adriatic coast). My mother is of Italian descent and both
her parents were born in Italy. I have always been proud that I am the son of an Italian immigrant
and feel that my Italian heritage has helped me to develop my character and my work ethic.
I was named after my grandfather, Alessandro. There is an older custom in Italy that determines how
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Dialects have remained prevalent in Italy because its mountainous terrain has helped isolate one
region from another. My father spoke the standard Italian outside the home and the regional dialect
at home. Unfortunately, my dialect leaves a lot to be desired, but I can certainly understand and
follow a conversation well. Italians use gestures more abundantly and imaginatively than other
people during conversations, especially in the south. I would often tease my father and tell him "You
talk without saying a word" Americans, however are more reserved in using hand gestures.
Leisure time is very important to Italians. For recreation Italians enjoy going to the beach
countryside, movies, opera, or sporting events. Soccer is by far the most popular sport and teams
wear the colors of their home city's flag – a way of expressing regional loyalty.
Italians love to eat and are passionate about their food. Italian food is also popular outside of Italy.
Pasta and pizza in particular, have become popular around the world. Rather than a national cuisine,
Italian food is regional. People prefer to use ingredients found in their particular region, and every
region has developed its own culinary specialties. While dishes may vary from region to region, and
sometimes from family to family within the same region, there are many dishes that are common
throughout Italy. Italians traditionally eat their main meal at midday. They

Grievance Appeal Essay
In your grievance filed at Rast Unit, you claim your visitor, Brittany Rojero visitation privileges' are
suspended indefinitely. You are requesting that your visitor be allowed to reapply for visits. Your
grievance appeal has been reviewed at Central Office and the Warden's response is modified.
Pursuant to DEPARTMENT ORDER 911 INMATE VISITATION 1.1.4 Former Department
employees: 1.1.4.1 Shall be prohibited visitation with an inmate for a period of two years from the
date of separation of employment, except when the inmate is an immediate family member or
relative. 1.5 Denial or Removal of Visitors from Visitation List – The Warden, unit Deputy Warden,
unit Associate Deputy Warden, or for Contract Beds, the Deputy Warden for Contract Beds,

Savannah State University Research Paper
Savannah state university visitation rules states that overnight visitors of the opposite sex are
prohibited. The visitation rules also state that visitation hours are from 12 a.m. to 11 p.m. during the
week and from 12 p.m. to 12 a.m. during the weekends. When I first got to savannah state during the
week of welcome in the sessions that were held for the freshmen we were told that we are adults
now and it was time for us to start acting as responsible adults. We were also told that our parents
wouldn't be here to baby us, to tell us what to do, or what time to get up for classes. I understand
that the university has to have rules and regulations. However, what I don't agree with is how are we
supposed to act like adults when we are still being treated as children. I personally don't feel as
though we should have rules and limitations on who can come visit us, or what times they can come
and go. We should have an open campus as far as visitation goes, but to a certain extent. The reason
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Most of us are 18 and older; which means that we are legal and considered to be grown adults, if we
wanted to we could go and buy our own living space without anyone telling us who we can have
come spend the night or what times they can come and go especially when we are paying to stay
there just as we would if we purchased our own living space. If we had purchased our own place to
stay wherever that would be I'm sure that there will be rules that we would have to abide by as well,
which is fine but if we didn't abide by those rules we would most likely be kicked out and that's how
our campus visitation rules should be regulated. Also if the school can trust the upper classmen
housing with no visitation limitations then they should at least try to trust the freshmen housing with
no limitations on

My Dad
"it's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember." It all started out with my grandpa.
My grandpa was a funny guy to be around. He always made you smile. He was always smiling and
cheerful too. That 's what made your day by seeing his smile. His smile was a ray of sunshine. You
never saw him hurt till the day he found out that something was wrong with him. Then after that day
you have never seen him smile. Life 's too short to take for granted. I realized that after I lost my
grandpa to cancer. It was the hardest year of my life. Losing someone that means so much to you
hurts a lot. It all started out on a Tuesday when my grandpa went to the doctor's to get a check up.
The doctor's notices something peculiar ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Once and awhile he smiled, but that wasn 't very much. He started eating a little better when they
were doing the chemo. That made him lose his hair even more than not taking chemo. He lost his
strength taking chemo once a week. The hospital said that for him to take more test he would have
to go up to Indianapolis. So every week he went up to the hospital in Indy. The doctor decided that
they would do surgery on him to get the tumors out or shrink them. The shrinking of the tumors
worked for a little but then they grew back even bigger. Then that 's when everything went downhill
from there. He stopped eating and started losing a bunch of weight. He didn 't even want to get out
of the bed. My grandma would bring food into the room for him and he wouldn't ever eat it. Seeing
my grandpa like this was hard. All I wanted to do was cry because I couldn't stay the night till he got
better. It didn 't seem that he was getting better soon. Every Night I prayed for him, hoping that God
would heal him. The tumors just keep getting bigger. Finally my dad stepped in and yelled at my
grandpa and said "you need to eat Dad,so you can get better." That didn 't work so they had to move
him to the hospital. Soon enough when they put him in the hospital, he got a lot worse. So I had to
realize that he wasn 't going to make it much longer. I didn 't want to think that or even it comes
true, but the way my grandpa looked I knew. My brother

My First Love
He was my first love. His high cheekbones and dark complexion accentuated his piercing blue eyes,
resembling the stars reflecting on the Adriatic Sea. They radiated the compassion, kindness, and
gentleness he was teeming with. His hands were dry and rough, revealing the years of strenuous
work he endured, nevertheless they were my asylum, the one and only place I felt at home. I was
lucky enough to call this man Dedo, which, in Serbo–Croatian, means Grandpa. Living across from
each other, our apartment buildings were only separated by the Elementary School I attended and a
busy street. Standing on my balcony, observing the city on an average August day in Mostar, I
spotted him on his balcony. He waived his hands and that was my cue to head over. Wasting no time,
I threw on a pair of sandals, speeding out the door. Passing by my bright yellow school, I was
instantly grateful it was the summer and I would have uninterrupted, unlimited Dedo time. Peeking
through in front of the glass entrance of his building, I took a deep breath in preparation of what was
coming; two hundred stairs. Perched on the top floor of a ten story building, with a broken elevator,
it was quite a feat for a tiny eight–year–old to reach him, however, it was always well–worth it. I
was sure I knew what was waiting for me this time. The growing season, in Bosnia and
Hercegovina, was ending and I was expecting a watermelon. After all, it was our tradition. Climbing
the stairs, two by two, I

BarbaraPerez88 PA201 Unit9 Assignment Doc Essay
Barbara Perez
Unit 9 Assignment
PA201: Introduction to Legal Research
Professor: Carlene DiPrenda
January 20, 2015
Part 1:
Secondary Sources:
The first source I have chosen is Anna Sortun, REBUTTING THE PARENTAL PRESUMPTION IN
OREGON: SUBSTANTIATING EMOTIONAL BONDS AFTER TROXEL V. GRANVILLE, 82
Or. L. Rev. 1191 (2003).
This article discusses what is best for a child and how each situation can be is uniquely delicate. It
also talks about the continuity, attachment, and emotional impact of removing a child from the care
of long–term caregivers, such as grandparents.
The second source I chose is Philip F. Schuster II, CONSTITUTIONAL AND FAMILY LAW
IMPLICATIONS OF THE SLEEPER AND TROXEL CASES: A DENOUEMENT FOR
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The Court did not pass on Granville's constitutional challenge to the visitation statute.
Issue:
Whether section 26.10.160 of the Revised Code of Washington unconstitutionally interferes with a
parent's fundamental right to raise his or her children as he or she sees fit?
Rule:
Yes, the statute does unconstitutionally interfere with a parent's right to make child–rearing
decisions as desired.
Analysis:
The Court reasoned that the Washington statute violated parents' rights under the Fourteenth
Amendment's Due Process Clause because it stripped them of the autonomy to make best care
decisions for their young.
Conclusion:
The judgment is affirmed.
Statutes:
1. V.I. Code Ann. tit. 16 § 606 (2002)
(a) Once a grandparent has been granted visitation rights, the grandparent shall be given proper

notice of any petition or order providing for a change in custody or visitation rights, and the
grandparent shall have standing to intervene and be heard in any hearing affecting the grandparent's
visitation rights.
(b) Any order granting, modifying or denying parent visitation rights shall not affect visitation rights
granted to a grandparent pursuant to this chapter, absent a specific finding pursuant to section 608 of
this chapter.
(c) If the child is actually residing with a grandparent in a stable relationship, whether the court has
awarded custody or visitation to the grandparent or not,

The Mirror At The Tears Staining My Face
I looked in the mirror at the tears staining my face. I saw someone who wasn 't me, and all I saw
were flaws. I told myself that I had to be different and better in many ways. In that moment I
realized that being someone I 'm not is what brought me here. I am who I am and no one can stop
that.
January 11, 2003. That 's the day I was born. My family immediately loved me, (as most families
do.) but they barely had any time to give me attention because of their busy work and travel
schedules. They weren 't like many other parents however because they would do anything for me,
and the reason they worked so hard was for our family to live a better life.
One amazing thing came out of my parents working was that I got to spend tons of time with my
grandparents. I have a bond with them that I don 't believe anyone else could have with their
grandparents. They would bring me to so many places like to museums and to the botanic gardens,
and we would have a blast.
I remember a time when I was only three, and they had picked me up from drama class. I had
assigned them characters and we went to my house and put on a big show. That 's when I realized
how much I liked acting and writing. We would do new shows every day together. When I came to
their house we would choose from a list of games to play and I got to be creative.
One game was called "Tooth Fairy". (This was my favorite.) In this game, Grandma would pretend
to be the tooth fairy and I would lay in my bed and Grandpa would

The Health Philosophy Interview Paper
Health Philosophy Interview Paper My paternal grandmother, Lucille, has many chronic conditions,
yet we decided to focus on her diabetes for the majority of questions concerning her health and
wellness. When asked, Lucille could not remember when she was first diagnosed with diabetes, but
does remember when she "switched from taking pills to taking insulin." She began taking insulin the
spring of 2009 after her doctor decided it was time to switch. She has had two incidences where her
blood sugar was so low that she could not even call out for help. Both times were in the night and
thankfully at that time her husband (my grandfather) found her and was able to get the necessary
help. After these incidences, she switched to taking her insulin in the morning instead of before bed.
When asked how her diabetes affects her health, Lucille responded saying it significantly affects her
eating habits. She has to watch what she eats and keep track of her sodium because of her diabetes
and other health conditions. Every night before bed, she eats a peanut butter and jelly sandwich so
her blood sugar will "last through the night." When prompted about her participation in physical
activity, she referred to her outings into the community, such as her weekly trips to the grocery store.
She admitted that she sometimes needs to eat a small candy bar while shopping because she can tell
she is "getting low" (on her blood sugar). She admits that even going to the doctor's office for
checkups

Analysis Of The Movie ' The Picture '
Chapter One
"The Picture"
Damien awoke to the sound of marching Kill Droids in the street. His head ached and his eyes were
heavy from the all–nighter he pulled. It was morning. Sitting up from his mattress on the floor, he
could see the light from his window outlining the corners and details of his room. The dusty brown
walls. Their were cracks and parts of the wall paper were tearing off. The tan carpet floor and dark
stains here and their. He could also see how messy his room was, which was strange because he's
usually quiet tidy. Magazines, notes, and blue prints scattered across the floor. He could also see the
cans of Citrus Acid energy drink around the recycling bin. It was getting full. He motivated himself
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His room was even messier than his. Cody's room smelled of musk. Damien maneuvered his way
around all the trash around his floor and stood between Cody and the window.
"Cooodyyy, he whispered, I'm gonna opened the window."
"Noooo." Cody responded.
"I'm gonna do it."
"Noooooo."
"Openin the window."
"Nooo–AHHH!"
The room became bright as the window gleamed off the trash and whatever else was on the small
floor.
"It's trash day, hurry up and pick up anything that could be recyclable."
"I'll get it later."
"Get it now, we need to hurry up before the fallout gets full. Just leave it outside your door, I'll get it
when I come back."

"Okay." "Get dressed if you want to come with me."
"Fine, just get out of my room."
Cody was normally a very nice and energetic, except for in the mourning. Cody and Damien looked
very similar aside from their height and skin. They both had dirt brown hair and similar facial
features. Damien had darker tan skin, brown eyes, and neck length messy hair. Cody had paler skin,
blue eyes, and short hair. Damien went back into the tight hallway. He took a deep breath, thankful
to get away from that smell. He went into his cousin Angie's door. Angie was an adult woman so he
didn't want to go into her room. He knocked on the door. It opened to find his happy and energetic
cousin. Angie had always been a morning person. Angie had pale skin, blonde messy hair, and
brown eyes. She was very tall and slim. She greeted him with her deep

The Culture Of The Mexican Culture
How many different types of cultures are there? Here's the answer there are many cultures. My story
starts like this; both of my parents are from Guadalajara well most of my family is from that part of
México. Being part of the Mexican culture is very different from other cultures, but every culture is
unique of its own way. Many Mexican people have preserved and still do many of their ancestors'
traditions. Tradition plays a big role in my family for example: the food we eat, the music we listen
to, what we dance to and what we celebrate to. I wanted a sweet sixteen but of course being
Mexican my parents said no. Being in the Mexican culture tradition is that when you turn 15 you're
supposed to have a Quinceanera it symbolizes that you are no longer a kid but you are now a young
women. Many people think a Quinceanera is just a party but the real tradition is to have a church
mass. Since I am catholic that consists of me going to church and thanking God. Social behaviors
impact your life in many ways. You have roles and rules in your cultures. When you're with your
friends you act a different way. When it has to do with family or church groups you have a role and
rules and your behavior is different. Women and Males have different rules and roles. Mother is
supposed to stay home and Father is supposed to work to help his family. Women are not supposed
to do yard work their job is inside. That has changed with the year's most

Summary : ' The Curtain Curtains '
Cubicle Curtains When I was born, I saw many things: my parents, my family, doctors, and the
hospital room I was in. I certainly don't recall seeing any of these things, but I am sure I did. My
parents told me I never cried when I was born, which alarmed the doctors, but I like to think it's
because I'm tough. I imagine myself brand new in the world, but not scared because it all looked so
nice. I could smell bleach and soap and hear the soft voices of people who already unconditionally
loved me. I was unaware of what any of this stuff was, but was aware something big and important
just happened. I was aware that my existence was in that space, with those people, at that time; with
those hospital curtains in front of the door, that were shadowing me from the rest of the world. Fast
forward three years. "That is one homely baby," My grandma says. We were watching a parade on
T.V. "What does that mean?" I asked. I learned what the word meant. Fear instantly struck me to my
bones. "When will we go to the hospital?" I immediately inquired. I was eager to see my new baby
brother, and very concerned he would be homely. "We can go now," she responded. Soon, we had
arrived in a small waiting room, on a scratchy couch. There was a tiny, little T.V. hanging in the
corner of the room with cartoons playing. I brought along a poppy–seed muffin. It was delicious,
and for the time being, settled my nerves. The room was bright with giant windows; the sun glared
at the television. It

My Grandparent 's House Is Not A Safe Haven
Every person is in need of a home. It is a place that feels natural and welcoming. It instills a sense of
belonging. A home doesn't have to be a specific dwelling, for it has many different definitions and
meanings for each individual. What is universal is the feelings one receives when they are in their
home. It is a place that protects them from the struggles and obstacles that life inevitably thrusts
onto people. It is a safe haven. For me this particular feeling is bestowed upon me every time I step
foot into my grandparent's house. My grandparent's house is my home and it will forever fill me
with the unconditional love, happiness and security that my family has given my entire life. My
heart is there.
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We both drown our fish with Texas Pete every time we eat this flavorful meal. Scientists say smell is
the sense that is most associated sense with memory. Every time I smell fried catfish, I know it will
take me home.
Although food isn't the only treasure my home provides me. Home is bathing in the elegant marble
bathtub with its endless overflowing bubbles. This exquisite tub I named "Ol' Reliable." Ol' Reliable
is an XL power jet tub, equipped with gold colored faucet and golden feet. It is made out of a silky
marble finish that was fit for royalty. Naturally I thought it was the types of bathtubs in Buckingham
Palace and so I felt like the queen herself when I used it. It even had a tempur–pedic pillow for your
head, which in the eyes of an eight–year–old is the most innovative invention ever seen. Along the
edges of the bathtub is shelving for the soaps and other bathing needs. "Bomba" has an infinite
amount of bath beads, shampoos, loofahs and even exotic tools such as foot scrubbers with
matching foot soap. Of course as a child I'd apply basically everything on my head and throw it into
the bathtub. Once I had every bath accessory at my disposal and a silky pair of my grandmother's
pajamas to put on after, I would be finally ready to add the bubbles. I remember every time when
my grandmother was filling up Ol' Reliable, she'd say, "Only put in two squirts of bubble bath,
remember what happened last time..." Well every time I

Analysis Of The Book ' Rice For Thanksgiving '
Three people from three different backgrounds all with their own unique stories. It is amazing how
diverse the world can be. Despite being so different these three people are all vastly similar in the
methods they use to sway an audience. Daniel, the writer of The Necessity believes that parades are
essential. This very simple display of culture allows normal everyday people the chance to escape
from their deeply depressing lives and show a bit of pride. Fong, the writer of Rice for Thanksgiving
has a particularly interesting reflection on his family history. Despite the troubles they went through
due to discrimination he still believes in the melting pot that is America. Chelsey the writer of
Taking the Bus talks about how her experiences with new and strange people on the bus have
changed her outlook on life. The interactions with these people give her some perspective on how
her life fits in in the grand scheme of things. All of these stories are different yet they all do one very
similar thing. They use the human capacity for sympathy as a means of swaying the reader.
Daniel continuously uses gloomy and depressing tone to make the reader feel as if all light has been
sucked from the universe. He thinks "The world has enough degradation, humiliation, and
disappointment for everybody to try some" (Daniel). By describing a world in which not a single
shred of happiness still exists, a parade begins to seem like a glimmering light at the end of a long
tunnel. This world

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