On April 17th, 2004, my eldest sister went into labor around 5:30 A.M. I honestly wasn't in the mood to go to the hospital so early in the morning, but my mother told me I should. My mom told me that it was a time when my sister really needed us. All I thought about was that she wouldn't even know whether I was there or not.
My family and I took her to the hospital, and then everyone waited in the adjacent room. I never thought much about it, so I fell asleep. To me it was like," Whatever," she's just having a baby, another niece or nephew for me. You see, my sister and I were never that close to begin with. While we all waited in the waiting room, the nurse unexpectedly came in and asked for me by my name. She told me to follow her. My sister said that she wanted me by her side as she delivered. In my head I was thinking," Me...why me?"
As I walked into the room, my sister looked at me and whispered," Hello." The doctor told me to keep feeding her ice cubes and keep her calm because the contractions were getting closer together and stronger. More doctors and nurses started pouring in and then it was time. Something inside me told me to just go to my sister and comfort her, so I went to her and grabbed her hand.
She was experiencing a lot of pain, but still she managed to look at me and smile. I couldn't do anything but smile back. It seemed that everything was happening so fast because the next thing I remember was the doctor yelling," It's a girl!" My sister and I were so excited and we were both crying tears of joy.
My sister hadn't let go of my hand, and I felt her squeeze me a little bit. I turned to her and she mouthed to me," Thank you," just before they handed her the baby. That one simple word just made me feel the warmest sensation in the world. It was as if everything at that moment was right.
I stayed with me sister that day and the next and just stared at my niece until I fell asleep.
McDonalds. What had started as a humble family owned drive-through has become a multi-million dollar industry. Everywhere one goes, there are reminders of how amazingly widespread this company has become, whether it be seeing McDonald’s famous golden arches on a billboard or hearing the catchy “I’m Lovin’ It” tune in a commercial. But more than this, McDonalds has become part of our global identity– our McWorld.
People tend to lie in everyday conversations to look and feel more likable. What if the truth could set you free, help make friends, or even be a part of a life long friendship? The argument usually brought up is, "Is it always best to tell the truth no matter the consequences?" I've been in certain situations were lies have caught up with me. That is to say, there isn't one way out of a lie, and you usually have to admit the truth one way or another. Some people think that lying isn't a big deal as long as they are small (white lies), but with enough of them you will be caught in the middle with no way out. You will be trapped in your lies, and don't ever think more lies will fix it! Lying isn't a good habit, and could trap you from a world of justice and incorruptible friends.
These types of lies are easily distributed in society by the masses because they sound harmless. Lies aren’t only bad, but they come with a high price. That price is trust, once someone’s trust is broken it takes a lot of time to get it back. “Trust is one thing you can’t put back together once it’s broken” (Berenstain 17).
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From the time my brother was born, a career of nursing was always in mind. I remember waking up in the car and mom telling me that the baby was coming. Moments later, we were informed that my brothers stomach was shrinking inside of her and that they had to do an emergency c-section. Thirty two weeks into my
The Holocaust was the execution of the Jews and other people whom Hitler considered mediocre. About 12 million people were killed and about half of them were Jews. When Hitler became powerful and took control over Germany, everything changed. He was against Jews and wanted to wipe them out at once and his prejudice against Jews was very strong. Hitler enforced his soldier, The Nazis, to killing not only Jews but many other as well. The most crucial thing that they did was the medical experiments; doctors don’t care if they treated them right or not and most of the surgeries were performed without any anesthetic. Many of them are killed painfully because of the medical treatment were not right. There were three camps that they used ...
...my aunt who is pregnant with her third baby after two miscarriages. I remember thinking what a miracle, and gift it is to bring a child into the world. I also remember hoping that my aunt gets the opportunity to experience the miracle and receive the gift. If I were to become an obstetrician, how rewarding it would be to deliver a child to the world. Hearing the baby cry for the first time, or seeing the mothers face after seeing her baby for the first time is something special.
It was August 25, 2006 and I just received the news that I was going to have a baby. At that moment so many thoughts ran through my mind. I was extremely nervous and terr...
Mark Twain said “If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything”. The validity of those words rings true till this day. The effects of a lie or lies always seem to lead to a path of extreme detriment. Although I have experienced both sides of a lie I often wonder if the reasoning behind lying is always just. Do people lie to protect? Or is a lie an extension of deceit? These are questions that many people can relate and reflect on because we have all been lied to. Whether you were told white lies about the Easter bunny and Santa Claus or someone lied to you about their whereabouts any false statement is quite simply a lie. The effects of a lie are what I have the most experience in and it is those effects which caused me to be a liar in turn. Living a lie or maintaining lies an individual has told over time is a tiresome process and a difficult one to bear. My experience in dealing with a lie began at a young age. I was often enamored with associating with people older than myself and I frequently felt I had to establish that my experiences were equal or greater than theirs.
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.
The lie has been an old moral topic so far. We can read in the Bible in Genesis 4:9 one of the first historical lie of humanity. When the Lord said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?”. He answered, “I don’t know, Am I my brother’s keeper?”. Likewise, we can find out the footprint of lies, and treasons, which is an inseparable part of the critical moment, in the world’s history. Generally, in the eyes of the moral-intellectual ideology, religion, and modern Justice system, a lie is defined as a hideous act, sin, or perjury. However, I think not only the power to create a lie or change the idea of the other with a fake story for your benefit, not bad, but also it’s part of the evaluation process of the human being which makes some person stronger
In March of 1998, my father was rushed to the hospital because of a heart attack. I remember getting home from basketball practice without my mother home. Instead, my sister was there with her children. The fact that my sister was there was familiar to me, but something did not seem right. My sister stayed with me and did not tell me what happened. Later that night, after my sister left, the news that followed would prepare me to encounter the most defining moment of my life.
It was the happiest feeling that I have ever felt in my life, and as time came near for me to have my son the feeling became greater and greater. When I heard one of the nurses saying “Were ready, she’s now nine centimeters”, I began to get very anxious and excited at the same time. Although I was beginning to get happy I was still in disbelief as all of it was happening. I see the nurses preparing themselves. I just said to myself, “oh yeah its happening alright”. I was about to become a mother which was so unreal to me and nerve racking because I had no idea how to love or be mother. My heart became full of so many emotions, however the thought that dominated my mind was that I had to be the best mother I can be so my son could grow up and be the man he was destined to
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