“Class, what happens when a person is in a coma?” Silence surrounds the room.
“Okay, well there are many theories for what happens when people are in comas. One of the most common is that the patient is just in a dream and keeps thinking about different things, good or bad. Another theory is that the patient can still hear everything but just can't move or see. There is even a theory that people have to fight their worst fears while inside their head. Doctors and researchers say, ha,” I shook my head and let out a slight chuckle at the foolish assumption, ”that to wake up from a coma, you must defeat your fears.”
I’m Jensen Moore, a college professor that teaches about death at Northeastern University in Boston. The students that take my class …show more content…
He used to come home 6 nights a week wasted and swearing like a sailor. Most of the time I was already in bed by the time he got home but when I wasn't… oh, he was a mean drunk. He’d hit me until I bled all over the white carpet then hit me again because I made a mess. My mother tried to take me and get out of that marriage but never succeeded. I hated him.
This parent day is going to be one of the worst days of my life I can feel it. My father waltzed in through the campus doors like he was this big, great, proud dad that was excited to see his baby girl. Once he laid eyes on me, the big smile on his face had faded into pure anger. It’s like him seeing me again brought back all those thought away emotions and reminded him of why he hated me.
I planned on introducing my family to my new boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a year. Johnny is his name. He stood next to me and I didn't feel afraid of my dad anymore. Craig raised his hand and I stumbled back prepared for the blow to my face. It never came. Johnny had grabbed his hand and was holding him back. My dad pulled out a pocketknife and screamed out that he was my father and could hit me if he wanted to, that he brought me into this world and he can take me …show more content…
It was magical, beautiful and confusing all at once. How can this be my worst nightmare? How can this kill me? “Hahaha!” I hear giggling from a distance and as it sounds again I know what little pink lips that it’s coming from. “Mommy come on!” I start to tear up and watch as a beautiful little 3 year old, with her bright green eyes and majestic blonde hair, sprint past me in joy. It all looked so happy. My beautiful daughter, Jess, looked so happy. That was the last day I had spent with her at Rosemary Park. The scene was over before I was even able to appreciate the memory. Brown carpet. High, tan walls. A fireplace to the left and kitchen to the right. A couch by the window and a hallway right behind it all. Out comes running little Jess from the kitchen. She was all smiles. Well she always was. I smiled at her and let her show me, for the second time, her new Barbie doll that daddy had bought her. I started to develop a pounding in my head, an ache in my heart and a knowing of what was going to take place next. I closed my eyes and let a single tear escape in front of her. She didn't notice anything
“Okay, well there are many theories for what happens when people are in comas. One of the most common is that the patient is just in a dream and keeps thinking about different things, good or bad. Another theory is that the patient can still hear everything but just can't move or see. There is even a theory that people have to fight their worst fears while inside their head. Doctors and researchers say, ha,” I shook my head and let out a slight chuckle at the foolish assumption, ”that to wake up from a coma, you must defeat your fears.”
I’m Jensen Moore, a college professor that teaches about death at Northeastern University in Boston. The students that take my class …show more content…
He used to come home 6 nights a week wasted and swearing like a sailor. Most of the time I was already in bed by the time he got home but when I wasn't… oh, he was a mean drunk. He’d hit me until I bled all over the white carpet then hit me again because I made a mess. My mother tried to take me and get out of that marriage but never succeeded. I hated him.
This parent day is going to be one of the worst days of my life I can feel it. My father waltzed in through the campus doors like he was this big, great, proud dad that was excited to see his baby girl. Once he laid eyes on me, the big smile on his face had faded into pure anger. It’s like him seeing me again brought back all those thought away emotions and reminded him of why he hated me.
I planned on introducing my family to my new boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a year. Johnny is his name. He stood next to me and I didn't feel afraid of my dad anymore. Craig raised his hand and I stumbled back prepared for the blow to my face. It never came. Johnny had grabbed his hand and was holding him back. My dad pulled out a pocketknife and screamed out that he was my father and could hit me if he wanted to, that he brought me into this world and he can take me …show more content…
It was magical, beautiful and confusing all at once. How can this be my worst nightmare? How can this kill me? “Hahaha!” I hear giggling from a distance and as it sounds again I know what little pink lips that it’s coming from. “Mommy come on!” I start to tear up and watch as a beautiful little 3 year old, with her bright green eyes and majestic blonde hair, sprint past me in joy. It all looked so happy. My beautiful daughter, Jess, looked so happy. That was the last day I had spent with her at Rosemary Park. The scene was over before I was even able to appreciate the memory. Brown carpet. High, tan walls. A fireplace to the left and kitchen to the right. A couch by the window and a hallway right behind it all. Out comes running little Jess from the kitchen. She was all smiles. Well she always was. I smiled at her and let her show me, for the second time, her new Barbie doll that daddy had bought her. I started to develop a pounding in my head, an ache in my heart and a knowing of what was going to take place next. I closed my eyes and let a single tear escape in front of her. She didn't notice anything