Not knowing how bad the situation will prevail, escalating rage explodes, throwing the dinner tray against the wall! Shouting violently, ‘Thank you!’ the echoing of music continued to play. Examining the stone cell, fitted out with a sink, toilet and shower artistically constructed purely from stone. Humiliation, anger and regret released a tear, retiring to bed, staring up, rolling over grabbing his shoe from the floor. Rising from bed, positioning himself with a quarterback stance he threw far and high as possible, straight up it went blasting into a wave of electrical currents! Sparks spewed downward blinding his sight, suddenly the shoe fell before him, burnt sizzling, along with that horrid odor of burnt rubber! The stranger spoke as Abram demonstrated despair, sitting on the floor, staring at the upshot of his actions, ‘Dum ass!’ pausing briefly, ‘go to sleep you unfortunate bastard!’ Soothing classical music continued. Posturing along the …show more content…
border of the bed studying the walls of rock, downing thoughts prevail, “specialized government equipment could design such a spot.” Rising upwards, stepping forward towards the rock wall, slipping his hand along it, speaking out loud, ‘What kind of situation is this?’ Insane laughter jolts his soul, Abram shouted, ‘Who are you?’ Chilling faint echoes of strange moans are present, the moment holds an uneasy feel as if he is being watched!’ Searching for hidden cameras, repeating, ‘Who are you? ’ A ghastly whisper eliminating from above frighten him, ‘You mean, what you are!’ Pacing himself to the center of the room looking into the darkness above, ‘How did you get up there?’ Agitated reply flowed sternly, ‘I climbed, dull witted imbecile!’ Silence surrounds him, unable to see what lurks above, Abram pleads, ‘We can escape, there has to be a way, how long have you been here?
I’m not going to be caged like this!’ Ringing laughter echoes straight down while small stones fell before Abrams feet! The stranger speaks, ‘No wonder they made a horrific mistake, you look like shit Mr. Geoffrey!’ Accompanying such a comment the laughter slowly dies out, and then the music continued. Urgently trying to convey, the stranger refused to recognize the flow of questions, in conclusion, Abram soon exercised a conceivable method. Sharing his life path with this stranger triggered an awakening within. Abram commented on his Father’s success, a renowned heart surgeon. The music abruptly ceased, the stranger asked one question, ‘Where does he work?’ Abram replied, ‘Presbyterian University Hospital of Columbia and Cornell, do you know my Father?’ A delayed response is obtained, although harshly spoken, ‘Go to
sleep!’ Echoes of faint screams and moaning have ceased, the night silently filled with grief, Abram laid in bed rolling onto his back. Staring upward observing a splinter of moonlight, thin silver wires across the little gap. Examining carefully, focusing, there is another gap between the bordering walls, that’s how the stranger was able to view, but how could he climb that high? In the mist of slight moonlight his sleepy strained mind ponders, presuming something sparked interest within this obviously deranged stranger! Closing his eyes, clasping his hands, praying, ‘Dear Father in heaven save us all. Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow will be a new day.’ Lurking high above the stranger secretly studied Abram’s features as he prayed, the sincerity and especially the fear intensified his interest.
Tim O’Brien in “The Things They Carried; Speaking of Courage,” his short story shows how war leaves permanent scars. O’Brien’s short story mainly focuses on a character named Norman Bowker, who returns from fighting in the Vietnam war and is unable to leave his past behind. Norman lives with his father, who only sees any war as a heroic and amazing thing. Likewise, Norman Bowker’s father is only interested in how many medals his son has earned. Bowker being unable to talk about the war with his father, and not have any connections from his old girlfriend Sally or even friends, he endlessly drives around the lake in town “feeling safe inside his father’s big Chevy” (O’Brien). In the short story “The Things They Carried; Speaking of courage,” by Tim O’Brien, the symbol of water is integrated throughout.
The very beginning of the article, Dr. Khullar appeals to the emotions of a reader, reminiscing about an interaction between himself and a dying patient. He explains how the patient had no one to call and would die alone, causing himself to think that “the sadness of his death was surpassed only by the sadness of his solitude” (Khullar). The feeling of sadness and loneliness is continued using other scenarios that one likely is familiar with, such as “a young man abandoned by friends as he struggles with opioid addiction” or “an older woman getting by on tea and toast, living in filth, no longer able to clean her cluttered apartment” (Khullar). Dr. Khullar also uses this strategy through the use of various phrases such as “barren rooms devoid of family or friends,” or a quote from a senior: “Your world dies before you do” (Khullar). These scenarios and terminology evoke a feeling within a reader that results in acknowledgement of the material and what is being
In the beginning the narrator concentrates on a typo on the hospital menu saying “…They mean, I think, that the pot roast tonight will be served with buttered noodles. But what it says…is that the pot roast will be severed…not a word you want to see after flipping your car twice…” (Hempel 53) as if he’s trying to keep his mind off of everything. Nevertheless, the narrator continues on to speak regarding his memory, the realization of eventual death, and the duality of experience. Although from time to time, as a coping mechanism, he restrains himself from getting too serious—by means of making jokes on the surface—he finds himself plunging into deeper meaning.
You’d wonder, ‘Where is he? Is he warm? Is he hurt? Is he lonely? Is he OK?’”(125)
“The Other Side of Paradise: A Memoir” is a vivid recollection of Staceyann Chin's traumatic childhood as she discovers her voice and identity growing up in Jamaica beginning in 1972. At the age of four, Staceyann is already experiencing the oppressions related with being a girl. Delano, her older brother by two years, is the only male in the house as both of their fathers are out of the picture. Since they are both raised by their deaf and illiterate grandmother, Delano exercises his masculinity over Staceyann in numerous ways, even at the age of six. Wether it be the games and communication at home or learning in school; Delano is always prioritized over Staceyann. Although they both long for the return of their mother whom abandoned them after Staceyann was born, it is she who is affected in the long run. Bounced around to different families, Staceyann has issues with keeping her mouth shut, thus landing her in tons of trouble all the time. Every adult figure she has to deal with relies on The Bible for punishment reinforcement. “Stacey, the Good Book tell us, In every thing give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you (pg 7, The Other Side of Paradise).” When every answer is in relation to The Bible, Staceyann is always left lost and confused. If God is responsible for everything, why is she left motherless in poverty? Her journey continues as she excels through grade school and into high school. Along the way she encounters a few relationships with boys, but is never fully able to trust them due to her being sexually assaulted numerous times as a child. As Staceyann meets her mother and visits with her father, she is forced at a young age to fend for herself. In a stru...
Abner tries to make a man out of Sarty by inflicting pain on him. “His father struck him with the flat of his hand on the side of his head, hard but without heat, ex...
Jamison describes another medical figure in her life that she referred to as Dr. M. Dr. M was Jamison’s primary cardiologist, a figure who is involved in some of the most intimate details of Jamison’s life. However, Jamison describes Dr. M by saying she, “…wasn’t personal at all” (14). Dr. M would actually record personal information about Jamison on a tape recorder, however, Jamison would hear Dr. M referring to her as “patient” instead of by her name. This example demonstrates that Dr. M was indeed putting in the minimal effort needed to keep her clients, however, no additional effort was put into the process of learning about her patients. Jamison says that, “…the methods of her mechanics [were] palpable between us…” (18). Dr. M would not even put any effort into disguising her lack of interest of getting to know Jamison. This atmosphere of apathy that is exuded by Dr. M naturally causes Jamison to retract from Dr. M, which creates an environment that is not good for cultivating
From the beginning the narrator distinguishes himself as an older medical student and later it is learned that he was a teacher. He says, “the older you get the more you know, and after a certain point you know too much; you can envision the pitfalls.” In the first experience mentioned in the book, the narrator describes his hesitation in starting a conversation with a quadriplegic patient. He struggles to figure out what to say to the patient. However, when he observes a colleague he realizes that, “the doctor is not entitle to be reluctant,”
Music is created to make listeners think and feel. The song Battle Scars by Lupe Fiasco brings out many emotions in me when I listen to it. The song is full of poetic devices throughout its lyrics. Battle Scars contains personification, metaphor, allusion, repetition, alliteration, and oxymoron.
Assaults in the healthcare setting are recognized as a growing problem. In considering the violence and aggression in mental health units, the larger issue of violence and aggression in mainstream culture must not be ignored. It has been observed that physical attack in a mental health unit setting appear to be happening more frequently while the attacks include patient-to patient and patient-to-staff aggressive behavior. Most commonly, reporting of aggressive behavior toward healthcare staff is noted; however, it cannot be completely explained by patient characteristics or staff member behaviors (Foster, Bowers, & Nijman, 2006). To improve patient control of aggression and violence, an organization must better define the management and reporting of this behavior, identify appropriate management programs and training, and evaluate the frequency and precipitants.
... personal life? Why did the doctor perhaps since a kind ear, or even a kindred spirit in my friend? Is it merely that we all seek the comfort of a listening ear at certain times, or is it perhaps that we are indeed meant to have these encounters? I don’t know the answer, but I do know that I am inspired in many ways by other people. I would not have “random reflections” if my daily activities were textbook consistent. I embrace the unexpected, the wandering off the beaten path, the unpredictable, the spice of life. I have often thought that the usual routine breeds complacency, and more routine, and I do not wish to be complacent. And so I will continue to welcome conversation from toothless drunks, and stories from friends, and even the occasional sleepless night when my mind works like a never-ending movie reel, and hope that it is all part of a much larger plan.
Survival is a necessity that individual needs to know and it needs to be done daily to ensure that humans are able to live on. There are many people in the world that are living well off, yet many people suffer from deadly diseases, food, and the impact from the war. In the following literature, Macbeth by William Shakespeare, The Kite Runner by Khald Hosseini, Lord of the Flies by William Golding, and “The Necklace” by Guy de Maupassant all show that survival is a key element. Survival is significant for us as human beings; it would is shown differently in the four literatures.
Is it easier to recover from sexual abuse if you cannot recall who assaulted you as a child? The main character, Kendra, in Cheryl Rainfield’s young adult novel, Scars, would beg to differ. Kendra is a survivor of ritual childhood sexual abuse and while she remembers all the gory facts and is constantly in fear of her abuser striking again, she cannot force her mind to bring his face to her memory. Without knowing her attacker’s identity, all she can do to cope with her depression, paranoia, and anxiety is to self-harm like it is second nature. However, Kendra confides in her therapist, Carolyn; a family friend, Sandy; and newly made love interest, Meghan, to help herself and potentially uncover her abusers. As she gets closer and closer to
"Ring, ring", I wondered who was calling me at this time of evening. "Yes; o.k.; Yes, I'll be there", I said before hanging up the phone. What was wrong, I wondered all that evening that the doctor wanted me to come in to discuss my lab results? I had never been asked to come in to the office after doing blood tests before; when receiving a call as this the mind plays tricks on the person and wild things start popping up in the head.
It's been nine years since he left home at eighteen to escape his parent's iron cages and leaching love. It was a moonless autumn night, cooler than usual. Everything seemed to be in order: tables set, plates stacked, cups washed, shades drawn, lighting just below half for ambiance, music audible but not intrusive, air temperature at a comfortable range so women can decide to remove their shawl or not and men can keep their vests or choose to set them aside. Neatly, of course. He watched as a man entered, bringing a wave of cold air with him. This man, older, was certainly not the type to dine here. Royce's intuition was telling him something was very wrong. That’s when their eyes met. It sparked a cold sweat to bead up around his hairline. But his training kicked in and his feet moved silently and politely over to where the man was waiting to be seated. The words 'right this way, sir' slipped from his mouth as it did thousands of times before, as he chauffeured the man to an empty