What does your heart say? We as people do everything that someone say we should do instead of what our heart say is right. Ask your self have I ever want to do or say something but did not because some told me I was wrong or I could never be and that I was doomed to be where you are now. If this is you than you let people rule your life; I know I do the same thing.…
The Never Ending Rollercoaster As my friends and I pass by store to store we had realized that there was a bright red flyers. It had caught our eye, we went and grabbed a flyer and it had said “Ladies and Gentlemen there is going to be a new rollercoaster opening up this Saturday! Come and join the ride!” My friends had said that they wanted to go and check out the rollercoaster.…
The pain began slowly, pricking me with its sharp needles only while doing barre in ballet once a week. I ignored it, believing it to be normal, common discomfort that would soon go away, typical thoughts of a dancer whose entire sport is centered around “good pain”. Six months later, it had escalated to the degree that every step I took felt like an arrow to my knee. Dancing had become impossible, and it was determined that I should be taken to the orthopedist. The bland, brown and beige lobby became extraordinarily familiar as I waited two hours to be examined.…
Agony was creeping in making you feel useless and like a failure. The only thing that was keeping your will to live strong was, your…
My First Shot The air was empty but the pond was full. We sneak through the trees to get to the pond. We get there to realize that the gamble we took didn't pay off. Since we got there about thirty minutes before shoot time we waited. That was the slowest 30 minutes ever.…
It stung, and I would rather focus on that rather than the excruciating pain coming from my head and wrist, so I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as I could. I heard another car drive up. I was still holding hands with him, and I didn’t want to let go. I couldn’t let go. My eyes were still squinted shut, and his hand was getting colder and colder.…
As if eye glanced were piercing through the back of my head. Feeling a burn through my head. As an ice pack was placed on my ankle, the cold rushing through my body. The coldness fighting against the swelling. About thirty minutes after just sitting and waiting my dad had arrived to pick me up.…
This is a really big game. I'm ready for the game to start. It was my last soccer tournament against the hardest team, Mundelein. Tweet! The ref blew the whistle the game was as exciting as the Super Bowl.…
I couldn't feel anything. The last thing I remembered was watching the paramedics take my mom away from my grip as I walled and thrashed with all of my remaining strength until an officer held me down. The second his foreign hands touched my body I clawed at his face. I felt the tears surface my checks. "Mom!"…
A nice way to start out my childhood. It was about ten years ago, when I was three, when I came to realize that I had to be more careful. Since I was two years old, until I was five, I took dance lessons. At the studio, there were multiple classes for different levels and for different styles of dance; every year every dance class in the studio would get together and have a recital. It was the day of the recital, and I was more than ready to perform.…
but it was not so painful. Still, I was screaming and crying. I remember my father and mother rushed in immediately. My father called a cab right away while my mother was holding me to her chest and kept me calm. It was midnight…
When I got into the car my heart started to pound faster than ever before. We stop at the nearest hospital to see if they can’t stitch my leg, but they said,” they can’t stitch it”. So the only choice I had to go to the emergency room. When I arrive to the emergency room they check me in taking my blood pressure and my temperature. When they took it was a little bit too high because I was scared and worried.…
The hospital was fifteen miles away and I closed my eyes to forget about the awfully long time it was taking to get there. Suddenly, tears sprang to my eyes as a searing pain hit me straight in the abdomen. I felt intensely afraid for myself and my unborn child and I briefly wondered if this pain was a fraction of was it felt like to get shot in the stomach. We arrived at the hospital at exactly 5:00 p.m. and I was carried out of the car and placed on a gurney.…
A Life-Changing Epiphany “Speak for the silent, stand for the broken.” These eight words modified how I distinguished myself personally and how I regarded other individuals. Secluded from the world, I lived as a ghost in my own life. Hearing Mike Smith’s speech at a leadership conference revised my understanding of life. Life isn’t about technology or social standing, life is about understanding that each person matters and deserves to be noticed.…
As I waited, the pain began to get bigger. My stomach felt like I was stabbed multiple times. Lunch came, I tried to take a bite of my sandwich, but it was not possible. I felt a sign of weakness within my body. I began to drag myself.…