Nt1310 Unit 2 Dialectical Journal

“Luck, there’s no such animal,” he rebuts,
“And it didn’t happen like that, someone called you guys.”
Feeling a little sympathy for Freddie, the detective drops his head for a second; closing his eyes, he searches for the proper words that might calm this distraught soul.
“I need you to listen; I’ve worked these streets for sixteen years, you were lucky tonight.” The man with the badge insists. Instructing the homeless hard head to shut up and listen. However, listening is not part of Freddie’s DNA, so with an immediate smirk at the detective, and a John Rambo attitude he declares his victory. “I’d thrash their asses, one on one, Mono El Mono, my friend,”
He so as a matter of factly proclaims. Taken by his outburst, the detective looks

The ICU universally is dedicated to people who are unfortunate enough to be facing life-threatening situations and extremely serious problems that would require round the clock medical attention. Regrettably, those poor souls are the ones occupying these rooms. With that established, it brings us the head nurse, Nurse Rempel, and a first-class one at that. Well known for her bedside manner and a personality to die for, only overshadowed by her genuine concern for the welfare of her patients. That quality has gained her high praise throughout the medical field, which includes colleagues, patients, and their families.

At the top of her field like always, Nurse Rempel makes her evening rounds, stopping at every room to analyze the condition of each patient. As you would expect, some circumstances have needed more attention than others do, and if the case calls for it, she will gladly spend the extra time, no bother. In room 405, in bed with a rather large bandage wrapped tightly around his head and a unique mask covering his eyes lay Freddie. Around his midsection is a partial body brace, used specifically to protect his ribs.
Pulling up a chair, Nurse Rempel examines the sophisticated computers that observe all vital signs, after a careful

Not able to respond, what a horrid thought for sure. Being interested in the possibilities, it is for reasons guaranteed to shiver your spine that she discusses with her patients the magnificence of nature keeping them in touch with reality.
“I know you can hear me,” she says, apprehensive about the patient in 405,
“Listen to my voice,” she says, using her established introduction to every conversation, following those soft words with a gentle story designed to soothe the senses.
“Many years ago, there was a bird that just didn’t seem to fit in, this odd little bird tried to join a flock of seagulls and they refused him, he moved on but the crow said he was much too tiny. He searched everywhere looking for a place to call home, but all the other birds wanted nothing to do with this odd character. He wondered, why they were refusing his… until one day he discovered he had a unique quality that no other birds could understand, you see this strange creature was the only bird on the face of the earth that could actually fly