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had all left. Heather and I prepared the body to go to the next destination, the morgue. I could tell that this was troubling Heather, so I offered her some advice that had been given to me on my first dead on arrival call as an EMT. “what you see here is nothing more than a vehicle, the occupant has left and is no longer in this vehicle.” As we are securing the final toe tag to the shroud the nursing supervisor and a security guard arrived to remove the body. Heather and I both left the room…

pale skin. Purple bruises dotted her right arm. A gash, slowly healing, curved its way under her left breast, and her lower legs were adorned in scratches, probably from when she had climbed up that slope. And despite how much soap she had used, the sickening odour of blood would not disappear. Wrapping herself in the wash-cloth, she returned to her room. The maid was nowhere to be seen, but had left fresh clothes on the box. After getting dressed, she slumped back onto the bed again, facing…

“Set!” I hold my breath. Boom! Exploding from my block and gaining speed with every stride, I feel more and more air brush against my face. All the anxiety from crouching back in the blocks is released at once. I focus on my steps. If I can’t approach first hurdle in eight steps, I will stumble and lose momentum. After four or five steps of acceleration, I stand up tall to prepare for the jump. My strides shorten as I approach my eighth step. Last short stride! Now right knee up. Lean…

The Anatomy of the Mitral Valve The mitral valve, also called the left bicuspid atrioventricular valve, is located in the left side of the heart between the left atrium and the left ventricle. In relation to the sternum, the mitral valve is positioned posteriorly and is at the height of the 4th costal cartilage of the rib cage (Moore, Dalley and Agur, 2014). The valve is composed of two cusps, the anterior and the posterior cusps, which are held in place by chordae tendinous cords (Snell, R.S.…

James Bulger, the Merseyside toddler whose mutilated body was found on a railway line at Walton Liverpool, in February, was violently attacked with bricks, stones, and a piece of metal by two 10-year-old boys who abducted him from a shopping center at Bootle and took him on a two-mile walk to his death, a jury found at Preston Crown court today. James, aged two, died from multiple injuries to the head said Richard Henriques, QC, prosecuting. His body was then placed on the railway track and was…

Mixing Fantasy and History in El Laberinto del Fuano “El Laberinto del Fuano” is a film by Guillermo Del Toro that combines fantasy with reality. Set in post-civil war Spain, the film follows the story of Ofelia, a young girl obsessed with fairy stories, who is told by a faun that she is in reality the Princess Moana of the underworld, and must complete three tasks in order to return to her kingdom. The use of fantasy in the film does not trivialise the historical standpoint, but rather…

In his excerpt for The Examiner “Why Boys Become Vicious”, award winning author Sir William Golding implies that people's reasons for evil, regardless of whether they were born with cruelty or their situation brought it out, is greatly affected by their home environment, social situation, fear, and chaos. This stand ties into one of the oldest debates in the history of psychology is the Nature vs Nurture which centers around whether a person's development is predisposed in his DNA, or a majority…

turn to the left and walk a little more into the room there are three sinks to the left with the cleaners on the counter next to them. To your right there is another big shelf, but this one has all of the fountain and freezy replacements on it. Right in front of you is the manager’s office it is used for two things: the manager’s stuff and computer, and the extra cigarettes. After that room you walk back out behind the counter, this is where you spend a majority of your time. On the left of…

The most positive experience which has made me the person I am today started in the summer after my freshman year of high school. No matter how I try to break down this turning point in my life unravels into a string of events which could fill a book. I had been raised to accept people for who they are and not judge them on the way they appear. I never completely practiced these beliefs mainly due to ignorance of the moral. I would occasionally act stuck up depending on the company present,…

Forever and ever the road seemed to stretch, as though it was designed with no end in mind — as though it was designed to go on forever. This would not have been all that bad had it not been for the fact that I was treading in territory somewhere deep in the heart of Mission, Texas, a city entirely unfamiliar to me. I was surrounded by an unknown frontier, and I knew not which way led home. To make matters a little worse, I had my younger brother, Diego, age 14, in the passenger seat beside me.…