Crying in my best friend arm. He had his arm around me and I looked at this painful eyes. My other two friend was beside me. They were trying to help me calm me down but i was completely gone blank. I couldn’t control my body and my emotions.This all started when I stayed after school with my friends to play tennis. After it was time to go. Me and my friend chandra asked them ( our friends who stayed after school with us Krishna and Suraj ) to drop us home. Krishna and Suraj agreed but I didn’t know that was coming. We were talking and laughing while walking and suddenly bunch (7 or 8 boys) of black boys passed us. We didn't care , we just kept walking but those boys came back. …show more content…
I was still sobbing but suraj had his hand around me. soon after we got there the police arrived. The started to ask our name and some question. They even told us to tell our school principal and they said they would also talk to them. They took suraj and krishna to the hospital because they were pretty much hurt. The even asked the women some questions. after half an hour. The dropped me to my house and told my parents about the whole situation. But she didn’t said I was involved. She told them I saw what happened and help them to call the police. My parent got little mad and told me that I should have just left. Dad believed what the police said but my brother didn’t. He asked me the whole truth.I just don't know why he always catches my lies. I hate the facts that he knows me more then I know myself. He got mad but he was glad I was okay. After a few weeks the detective came in our school to talk to us. He said those guys were a rubber from before. They have been reported stealing many times before. Other than that he didn’t say anything. Suraj haven’t got his phone back. Good thing after that accident is we became really close friend and bad thing is we never stayed after school again. I still regret for not doing anything that day when my friends were on danger. anyway now I am in high school and they are still in middle school. That’s cause I got moved up one grade. our friendship is distances but we still
The tears poured from my eyes as I headed for the bus. The only thought I had was how I had been deceived into believing these people were my friends and I could trust them. Even though some apologized, I don't have the respect for them I had had before. My insight on people will never be the same.
I leaped into the air with no doubt about scoring. I catapulted the ball through the goal net, but as I fell towards the earth, my knee gave out and I collapsed onto the steaming hot turf. Instantly, I screamed at the top of my lungs and held onto my knee with dear life. Immediately, I realized what had just happened. Every soccer player's worst nightmare. A torn ACL.
Individuals who have been traumatized need to gain comfort from others who can bear witness to their pain and sorrow, and they often seek this from mental health care providers. Researchers believe that mental health workers who learn about details of client trauma are susceptible to symptoms comparable to PTSD (Hesse, 2002). Regardless of age, race, gender, or level of training, working with traumatized clients may produce long-standing effects on therapists (Edelwich & Brodsky, 1980). There are several terms that describe these effects on therapists, including compassion stress, compassion fatigue, secondary traumatic stress, and vicarious trauma. Although they are 7 Reproduced with permission of the copyright owner. Further reproduction prohibited without permission. often used in the literature interchangeably, they originate from different theoretical frameworks. These frameworks are explored.
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Right when I got home, I ran to my room and fell to the floor in tears. I couldn't believe how gullible I was to easily open up to someone I didn't even know. The worst part about it was that I actually told him I liked him.
All of my life, until I was eighteen years old, I didn’t understand the concept of grieving. Grief just hasn’t been something I’ve ever had to experience before. Because of my lack of experience I had no understanding of what grieving felt like. All of his changed for me on July 29th.
I was asleep in the middle of the night when I herd a sound coming from outside of my house I woke up and I ran to my brother's room, he was sleeping in the bed with his girlfriend, I woke him up and said that I had herd a sounds outside the door, he said: "be quiet, do not make a sound", I did as he said and then I saw that he took a gun out from the madras, then he walked to the door and started to listen to the door then he saw out of the window and saw three guys one was in a car and two that was robbing his car, he was so mad that he kicked down the door and started shooting, he got one of them then he started to shoot at the car, he didn't hit the one inside but he did hit the other guy that was running away, he dragged him to the sidewalk and said: "open your mouth and put it on the curve", he did as my brother told him to do, the man was shaking by fear, then my brother started to scream and started kicking his head, he kicked his head so hard that he broke his neck and jaw, the man died instantly, then my brother saw the police and he just starred at me, he started walking towards the cops, they said: "don't move, put your hands behind your head and get down on your knees", my brother did as they said, he was thrown in jail for two years
Can you single out just one day from your past that you can honestly say changed your life forever? I know I can. It was a typical January day, with one exception; it was the day the Pope came to St. Louis. My brother and I had tickets to the youth rally, and we were both very excited. It was destined to be an awesome day- or so we thought. The glory and euphoria of the Papal visit quickly faded into a time of incredible pain and sorrow, a time from which I am still emerging.
When he did that I just snap and punch him twice in the face. After I hit him, he started swing back at me but before he could land a punch the police yelled “stop’!! we stop while he call back up to arrest us and he was asking how old were we and we told him our ages and he replied saying “ oh going to the big house” as soon as I heard that I realized that I had just made the dumbest decision by getting in to this fight with kirt and I wasn’t going to no juvenile jail either. When he got done talking to us, he put us in the car and took us to the holding cell to get our information. While they were doing that me and krit was talking and realize that we had a misunderstanding about the whole thing. Now we feel pretty stupid that we put our self in this
The sun gleamed vibrantly on August 5, 2008, but I did not sense the warmth as my thoughts were elsewhere. I was only six years old at the time and preparing to begin first grade in less than one month. As I crossed the threshold into the home of my best friend, I had a sensation everything would change. At such a young age, I was having to tell my best friend goodbye. Blake Basgall had leukemia and would not be around when I returned from vacation, according to my mom. That day, I had spent hours coloring a picture in his favorite color, blue, so I could give it to him prior to heading to my grandma’s for the week. Blake was my first real friend. He had a thoughtful and daring heart through all of his surgeries and medication treatments. Blake Lee Basgall would become an inspiration
“I’m sorry,” words I often say too much. It is like admitting defeat to the situation. Though I believe what I did was not wrong, they say I have to apologize. I want to protest but I need to show remorse and that it will not happen again. I have apologized so much that I don’t even mean it anymore. I forget that it is supposed to be sincere and real but when I say it means nothing. The feelings have gone away and I’m like a broken record apologizing for everything I did wrong. Before I believed that you were only supposed to apologize when you mean it but I just apologize to get out of trouble. There was an incident in my fifth-period class. It started with me trying to help a classmate to understand the work we were given. The teacher kept telling me to turn around
I started playing tennis in middle school mainly because I played volleyball and soccer, and the team sports weren't working out. When I realized that tennis is an individual sport and seemed inspiring,
She doesn’t know this, but she changed my life. She was there for me when it seemed like no one else was. When most of my friends were dissolving around me and I just didn’t feel like I could do anything right, she was there, and she made everything seem okay. It didn’t matter that I was inevitably going to graduate with a GPA a tenth of a point lower than I wanted, or that my director told me that he was disappointed in me because I just didn’t seem focused lately, or that my other friends just weren’t talking to me anymore. It didn’t matter because she was there and she made me feel safe. She’s my best friend, and I love her and admire her for so many different reasons.
see my mum crying, I filled up with worry but the thought of what had
The idea of meeting someone special for the first time is always portrayed as the most beautifully fated incident whether in books or movies. When I met my best friend for the first time, we didn’t bump into each other with papers from our books flying majestically in the air and we didn’t have a staring contest in the middle of a crowded hallway. We also certainly didn’t think we would end up being friends, let alone inseparably close to each other.