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A Near-Death Experience
Ian was deep sea diving with his friends in Mauritius when he saw a
jellyfish in the water. He hadn't noticed his friends had left the
water due to the jellyfish being deadly. Ian, not knowing this put his
hand out to touch the jellyfish and it swam through his hands.
The next thing he knew he had been struck on the arm by volts, as he
wasn't wearing a diving suit. Ian's arm flared up like a balloon and
he was then hit another three times, the poison started to travel up
his body and restrict his breathing at this point he knew he had to
get out of the water.
As a young boy dragged him out he was struck again for the fifth time.
Questions were going through his head; he didn't know what he had done
to deserve this. Then suddenly everything he did wrong flashed before
him and made him think that yes he had deserved this.
The next thing he knew was that he was left on the road with his right
leg paralysed and laying half dead on the floor. He wanted to close
his eyes and go to sleep but he then heard a voice say: " if you close
your eyes you won't wake up". To this Ian stood up and stumbled to a
taxi but they wouldn't take him, he had no money.
The voice spoke again: " will you beg for your life".
Still no one would take him, they thought he was taking heroine.
He decided to pray, but as he wasn't very religious himself he didn't
know what to say and then he thought of the Lords prayer which his
mother had taught him.
The first three lines were the most important and then the next things
he noticed he was in a wheelchair in hospital.
He finally shut his eyes but opened them again to find everything in
total darkness and no light switch. Voices were then heard saying; "
shut up" repeatedly, he had no idea where he was but he did know there
He remembered the dream he had, and threw the hatchet against the wall of the ledge. And indeed, it created sparks.
All the trauma suffering for this young male ends for him to make a decision to take his own life hanging himself in his own house , unfortunately this time he actually succeed and died.
...sees is death around him. He begins to wonder how easy it would be to give up, but he doesn’t.
of Death. When a young boy is asked what happened to a man who had just
I didn't want to wake someone next to me with my screams in the middle of the night.” The seventh man, who is in utter pain, has missed out on most of his life. This guilt and self tormenting that the man experiences kept him from living
Peoples’ personal life experiences usually affect the topic of their work. John Keats was a famous poet who grew up in an idyllic life until tragedy continuously stroked until his death at twenty-five years old. At eight years old, his father died in a tragic riding accident. Six years later, his mother died of tuberculosis (TB). In the midst of his troubles, his teacher strongly encouraged his reading and literacy ambitions. Living next to an insane asylum, Keats eventually started to develop physical and emotional problems. Diagnosed with TB, Keats helplessly watched his beloved brother die from the final stages of the same disease. Furthermore, he was unable to marry his fiancée, Fanny Brawne. Drawing from his individual experiences, Keats wrote very vividly about the pains and suffering he was going through. He expressed his unfulfillment as a writer, his love and struggles, the fleetingness of life and happiness, and his inner conflicts. Jack Stillinger writes, “It is this combined experience of suffering, death, and love all at once, against a background of serious conversation, reading, and thinking, that accounts for Keats's sudden rise to excellence in his poetry” (qtd. in Everett). All of Keats’s life experiences combined to make works of arts that could only be inspired by individual human experiences. John Keats’s background directly affects the topic of his works in order to realistically articulate his feelings in poetic form.
P2: He woke his brother up with the shock from the scene in front of him but the car made impact anyways.
didn't want to wake me. Then he would begin to howl, like a dog. When
He was learning to survive. This man was filled with stress and anxiety. When you’re stressed your body doesn’t react the way it would if you weren’t stressed. He was anxious and his heart was beating fast. His mind was scrambling trying to figure out what was happening.
He begins to think how he had just killed a man and how him and his friends had tried to attempt rapping a girl. As he is walking in the lake he touches a dead body and gets freaked out even more and began to yell. Then the girl hears him and scream there they are and began to throw rocks into the lake trying to hit the narrator. He then hears the voice of Bobby who bought him relief and sorrow at the same time. He felt relief because he discovers that the Bobby is not dead and sorrow because the Bobby was alive and wanted to kill him and his friends.
Approximately three percent of the population of the U.S has said they have, in fact experienced a near death experience or NDE. While being involved in a near death experience there are reports that consist of involving one or more of the following: having an awareness of being dead, having an out of body experiences, feelings of euphoria, seeing a tunnel of light, and meeting deceased people.
My sweat soaked shirt was clinging to my throbbing sunburn, and the salty droplets scalded my tender skin. “I need this water,” I reminded myself when my head started to fill with terrifying thoughts of me passing out on this ledge. I had never been so relieved to see this glistening, blissful water. As inviting as the water looked, the heat wasn't the only thing making my head spin anymore. Not only was the drop a horrifying thought, but I could see the rocks through the surface of the water and couldn't push aside the repeating notion of my body bouncing off them when I hit the bottom. I needed to make the decision to jump, and fast. Standing at the top of the cliff, it was as if I could reach out and poke the searing sun. Sweat dripped from my forehead, down my nose, and on its way to my dry, cracked lips which I licked to find a salty droplet. My shirt, soaked with perspiration, was now on the ground as I debated my