...room on her phone. She was home alone because her mom had to work late and wouldn’t be home until 1:00. Britney would hear one cracking noise and she would hide under her blankets and her heart would start pumping faster. She looked at her phone hoping it was almost 1:00 o'clock, but it was only 12:20. She sat there for about 10 minutes and then someone pulled in the drive way. They sat there for a couple minutes then turned there lights off and got out of their car. Britney texted her mom and said " Mom why are you just sitting outside." Her mom texted back instantly and said " Britney I'm still at work." Britney got really nervous and her heart started beating really fast and she started to panic. Her mom texted her again. "Stop joking with me. Lol." Britney texted her and said" Mom I'm being serious what do I do." After that text she sent a picture. Her mom texted back " Stay in your room and don’t leave I am on my way." Britney was worried because she didn’t know what was going on and her mom's work was about 30 minutes away. Britney didn’t hear anything for a while so she decided to head downstairs to look out the windows. All the doors and windows were locked so she...
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...relieve me from the heat of the summer. It was also a little annoying as it makes a whirring noise, but despite the sounds it was still very calm and relaxing. My mom was in our computer room playing on the computer just as usual. My dad was asleep in his bed at an early time as he usual. My brother was downstairs in his room and everything seemed just fine. However, there was something in the back of my mind that I was thinking about that kept me from being completely relaxed. Something that I just couldn’t help but think about that made me a little less than relaxed. My grandma was having a double bypass heart surgery and I was a little worried about her. My mom and dad had both assured me that everything was going to be fine, but I couldn’t help but worry a little bit. She was my grandma after all and I loved her and she loved me and I didn’t want anything to happen to her. All of a sudden I heard “ring, ring, ring” it was the phone. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but then I thought to myself how it was kind of an odd time for a phone call because it was a little late. Luckily my room is right next to our computer room, which is where my mom was. Also fortunate for me, the walls aren’t very thick and my mom has a loud voice so I could hear everything that she was saying. However, I didn’t know who she was talking to. So I turned down the volume on my TV and ,despite the sounds of my fan whirring and my dad snoring, I listened in on the phone call between my mom and whoever...
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..."Will you have a heart disease, you can lose your life,"the doctor stared at me with concern or that's what my mom said. This Thanksgiving the only story circulating was how healthy 18 year old me had managed to end up in the hospital with a severe heart condition. After a quick game of 21 on the basketball court with my cousins my heart starting seizing up thats what the original story was. Unfortunately with such a huge family a quick game of telephone transforms into an event full of miscommunications. People at the game had made it seemed I beat which so bad my heart couldn't take it. My uncle from Canada called asking what happened to my arm, cousins from Florida asked how bad was the cancer, even my father wasn't truly aware of what happened....
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...devoted Heartie like I am, you will probably remember season three of When Calls the Heart when the character Hattie made her inaugural appearance, and you might even remember your initial reactions to both the character and the actress who portrayed her. Imogen Tear, whom I had the opportunity to meet last month (November 2016) at the Joey Awards, is the incredible actress who has given life to Hattie as well as a few other well-known character on Hallmark and Lifetime networks. In anticipation of the When Calls the Heart Christmas special that arrives on December 25, I was able to chat for awhile with Imogen (and her fantastic, supportive mother) about how Imogen got started in acting, what her journey has been within the acting...
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...mainly his big heart. At the beginning of the movie Gru is portrayed as this evil scientist trying to become the best evil villain possible. He uses these three little girls, Agnes, Edith, and Margo to exhort his plan. They are three girls who are in foster care. He seen them selling cookies to vector, an evil villain, who let them in willingly to order his favorite cookies. His plan is to steal another villains named vector's shrink ray to shrink the...
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...can't be 1:30! “Elizabeth are you ready? Let's go get some braces put on!” My mom stands in front of me covered in February snow, head to toe. She looks as cold as an iceberg! She walks towards the car but I stay exactly where I am. She turns around shooting me an angry glare. Suddenly, a light bulb goes off inside my head. “I-I can't leave I'm stuck! I can't move, it must be glue or something!” I shout but my mom doesn't buy it. She grabs me and pulls me over to the car. “I am not going to be late to this Elizabeth!” I walk to the car, slam the door loudly and plunge into my seat. I set my tired feet up. I groan as I slowly melt into my seat. I don't talk. I don't want to talk. I think about what people will say! Will the...
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...Country People.” The name Joy means happiness, bliss or delight but these are not words Joy Hopewell use to describe how she feels about herself. Joy does not mean happiness because happiness is based on material things such as celebrating birthdays or graduations. In fact, Joy is deeper, it is something special from God that can be felt even when one is sad or unhappy. Joy Hopewell is a very intelligent woman with a Ph.D. in Philosophy but has disabilities that make her a sad and angry person. The name Hulga represents her incomplete self because she wears a wooden leg and she has a heart problem. Joy does not see anything joyful in her life, so she changes her name to Hulga. Because she feels it is an ugly name fit for an unattractive woman....
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...Vivid Memory of My Mother A vivid memory that I have regarding my mother was of her heath concerns. When I was seven years old my mom, brother, sister, and I lived in a small town of Cranston, in the state of Rhode Island, in a three bedroom one bathroom apartment. My mom had long, brown, and wavy hair with light green, but tired eyes. She was a very quiet, soft-spoken, and hardworking woman. When she would smile, I felt that I could do no wrong. One evening after dinner my mom stood on one of the wooden dining room chairs to get something down from one of the shelves in the living room. Before you could blink twice, I heard this loud horrific crashing sound. It sounded as though lightning had struck the ground and carried the vibrations from the floor of the apartment to the bottom of my feet. With wide eyes, I ran to the living room not knowing that the terrifying thundering was the sound of my mom falling hard to the floor. The next thing I knew my mom was shaking vigorously. Frightened, I ran to my bedroom to hide under my bed, crying, and curling into a ball as though that ball-like shape would protect me. My heart was beating like a thousand drums pounding in unison. Next, I remember hearing the faint sound of sirens. As they got closer, the sound screamed through the thin walls of the bedroom. I could hear the brakes squeaking as it came to a stop, doors opening and closing, and feet quickly racing on the thin paper floor...
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...my bed. “Your father had a heart attack, he didn’t make it,” she said. My father was 47 years old and I was only twelve. My father and I were inseparable. He took me to school in the morning, picked me up, took me to work with him, and was the head coach of my baseball team. On that gloomy morning, I knew my life was going to change forever. Since that day I have went through so much hardship and made decisions that define who I am today. The night before, I had been pestering my dad to play Sonic Pinball with me. We were both very competitive and loved playing that video game. I was annoyed because my Dad didn’t want to play that night. Looking back, I could imagine that my father wasn’t feeling well. A week earlier, he had a heart attack and stayed overnight in the hospital. My father often fell asleep on the couch, would wake up in the middle of the night, and then come into the bedroom to go back to sleep. That night, I had fallen asleep in my mother’s bed. My dad woke me up and sent me to sleep in my room. It was the last time I would see him alive. After being told the most shocking news of my life, I didn’t know how to react. I was only twelve years old and had never experienced such a loss. My mother waited for me to say something. “Who’s downstairs?” I asked, in a nonchalant tone. My Uncle Mike was downstairs. I peeked out the window and saw fire trucks, police cars, and all of my neighbors on the street, looking concerned. My mom said she had woken up to my...
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..."The day my heart, life and soul went from complete happiness to crumbled pieces" I was just a young, little girl. I was completely devoted to soccer, cheer leading as well as my grades in school. My family meant the world to me. I often say I had a "fairy tale" childhood with everything a child could ever dream of or wish for. I had a horse named Nutmeg, which together, she and I won many blue ribbons. I had a nice car when I got my license. We were members of the New Bern Golf & Country Club. Anything I wanted, I pretty much, always received. My family attended church together every Sunday. My siblings and I sang in the Children's Choir. My mom always had my two sisters and I dressed to a T, with ruffle socks or pantyhose. Our little brother always had an outfit on to match the three of us girls. We played T-Ball for our church. We participated in the Crop Walk every year. Mom always had her little angels in sponge curl rollers after dinner, prayers, book time and bath every Saturday night. We woke up on Sunday morning and had beautiful bouncy curls. Every Sunday morning, my whole family normally ate breakfast at Bojangles. We were the "precious little Outlaw's". We knew no harm, no violence, no profanity, and no exposure to alcohol, drugs or parents arguing. We were just simply four happy children with the best life a child thought they could or would ever have or ask for. After school one day, mom picked us up from school, took us to get a snack, as we did daily...
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...something you see in your own family, you don’t have much to compare it too. As a teenager, unfortunately it becomes obvious that most 16 year olds don’t pay their families bills, rush to take care of cut off notices, or “walk on egg shells” because you could be blamed for causing your mom to have another nervous breakdown. When this is your reality and you don’t have a close personal relationship with God that dysfunction becomes part of you. We were ritualist Christians, the type that went to church on a relatively regular basis, but still was living a life bound by dysfunction. When your mom has had a nervous breakdown, institutionalized, there are shoe boxes of medicine in the cabinet, your sister...
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...your first word ? It is Mom. We have grown up in the arms of our mothers. We have grown up in the great love of our mothers. No one loves us like our mothers, no one is willing to sacrifice everything for us like our mothers. If someone asks you “Who is the best woman in your life ?”, I bet you will say it is your mother. And if someone asks me like that, my answer also is my mother. With me, my mother is the best woman in the world. No one can replace her in my heart. I admire my mother, I don't know why she is always busy with daily chores, taking care of my family but she never say she is tired. Every day, she is the first person in my family, who wakes up very early. Then, she makes breakfast for my family. When my father goes to work, I go to school, my mother stays home and does all the daily chores. When my father and I come home, there is always a delicious dinner, which is waiting for us. After the dinner, my mom washes the dishes. Sometimes, I ask her to help, but she says: “It is fine, you should go upstairs and do your homework”. Mom always wake up very early, and Mom is the last person can take a break after a busy day. I realize that without my Mom, my father and I cannot have the clean house, the delicious meal and the clothes which always iron straight. Mom gives me and my father all her love. She loves us more than herself. Her love for us is great like the ocean, the universe and nothing can replace it. She is not only my mom, she is also my friends...
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...started off like any other school day, I cried my heart out. I hated getting up in the morning to prepare for school. I cried brushing my teeth, washing my face, putting on my clothes, and while eating breakfast. I hated the idea of not being able to lay in bed until I was ready to get up. I guess I can blame that on my mom. When I was much smaller my mom used to work nights, when she would come home we would play, listen to music and laugh until we fell asleep. We would awaken when we got good and ready; I thought that was the life. Although some of that changed once she returned to school, my body could not adjust. No matter how early I would go to sleep I never want to get up early. The ride to school was nothing special, it was very quiet rides. Often times I would soak up the scenery. I was always amazed at the trees and the kids walking down Grove Street. I knew where they were going because most of us where in the same class but, I would just watch them as if it was new to me. As my mom pulled up I couldn’t wait to get out of the car, I had no time to give her my sweet goodbyes. I would run to my friends so we could catch up before we entered the building. Once we got to the big red doors, we knew it was time to get serious. So we laughed, gossiped, exchanged snacks and quickly entered the building. No one wanted to be late to class. If you were late to class you would have to go to the office and get a note, your mom/dad would be called and when you got home you would...
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...best fit each individual’s needs and provide the best outcome possible. I conducted an interview with Mrs. L., a 89 year-old homemaker, and her daughter, Ms. L, a 63-year old mortgage broker. Mrs. L. was being admitted for congestive heart failure after her daughter noticed a marked increase in weight gain over a period of one week. Mrs. L’s BNP was 863 and neither the patient nor the mother understood the significance of this level; moreover, they did not understand the nature of the blood test or what it represented. They were told in the emergency room that the BNP was 863 and “your mother is going to be admitted to the telemetry unit.” Mrs. L.’s hemoglobin was 7.2 and both women understood the meaning of hemoglobin level as the patient suffers from chronic anemia. Not being satisfied with the information they received in the emergency room and the lack of the physician to address the issue and potential complications, the daughter opted to wait until mom was situated on the telemetry unit. At this time she stated, “the teaching began.” The nurse assigned to her mom was informed, patient, and willing to discuss any issues and concerns. Additionally, she printed out information from the hospital’s computer system regarding congestive heart failure and the possible causes, treatments and effects of medication, which she found very helpful. The daughter stated this gave her an opportunity to take home the information, read through...
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...Body Paragraph #1 A. My life in general 1) My school days 2) My heart defect and how it would affect me for life 3) Living in a single family home 4) How we became homeless III. Body Paragraph #2 B. You have to have big dreams in life; I just don’t want to be like my family. 1) I want to get my degree to become a doctor 2) Start a nonprofit organization for people like me 3) Where I hope to see myself ten years from now IV. Body Paragraph #3 1) Where I see myself now 2) How I feel about I have accomplished 3) What do I think I can improve on V. Conclusion I was told never to judge a book by its cover; I always get the big picture first. I never would have thought the story of my life would even begin like this. I have always pictured my life in a different way with happy memories from birth to the present, but if that’s how it happens then that would not be my life. In this paper I will present a brief description of my life experiences both good and bad that helped shape me into the person I am today and I will analyze some of them with the adult development theories. My story begins in the hospital with my birth. I had many problems before I was even born into the world. I had to have open heart surgery when I was born because I was not breathing, it was said that I suffered multiple heart attacks in the womb. The doctors told my mom that I might not live pass birth, but here I am at 22 to tell you my story....
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