Fingers

injured as the first joint of his index finger and just below his nail on his middle finger was cut off. After this occurred, I stayed by his side during appointments as moral support and I helped him treat his wounds afterward. This continued for weeks until his fingers finally healed. By treating my father’s wound every morning, my desire to become a doctor and help others heal was confirmed. Just the feeling of the joy that comes from seeing my father’s fingers healed due to my aid…

Earlier it was believed that polyphenols, phytates, tannins and dietary fiber contents of finger millet act as anti-nutrients because of their metal chelating and enzyme inhibition activities but now it has been confirmed that these constituents can contribute to antioxidant activity, which is an important factor in resisting aging and metabolic diseases.Morevoer, finger millet is also useful in management of various physiological disorders such as diabetes mellitus, hypertension, vascular…

On 4/29/15, Mr. Green smashed his index finger under a cement pipe while at work. Subsequent, to injuring his finger, he became pale, sweaty and passed out while at work. His employer called his wife and she picked him up from work. While at home, making his lunch, Mr. Green passed out again, which prompted his wife to call EMS…

Phil, with three fingers somewhat shorter than they had been when the day began but with a less horrible outcome than “hand meets joiner” could have been. Me, exhausted and unable to stop replaying the scene in my mind. Over the past couple of weeks, Phil has thanked me…

Ripper Her fingers shook as she twisted the key in the lock. It was dark out already, although it was only seven thirty. Wrapping her shawl more tightly around her shoulders, Alice began to walk. Nobody could describe her as a delicate, excitable debutante, like the women for whom she worked­ not prone to fainting or having the vapors­ but even still, Alice felt a distinct sense of unease. In broad daylight, at the best of times, people would go on about the dangers lying within the streets of…

thought to be good Puritan people worshiping the devil. It has all started with a group of girls dancing around a fire in the woods and getting found by Rev. Parris. This finding has led to lots of people in the town pointing fingers at one another. As a result of the finger pointing, people have been hung for not pleading guilty to a crime they have not committed. The person that is to blame for the hangings in our town of Salem is Abigail Williams, the niece of Parris. Abigail Williams had…

Imagine a place where the whole society would run on the concept of an eye for an eye. Some people might think that it is fair and people deserve to be treated the way they treat others, but really, let us think about it carefully. Would you retaliate against a person who stole something from you? Would you ask the government to rape a convicted rapist? When it comes to vengeance in the case of theft or rape, people do not exactly want an eye for an eye. They think putting the convicted criminal…

When a finger comes into contact with a porous or non-porous surface, it deposits the dirt or oils present, remaining as a mark (Fingerprint Source Book, 2013). A latent mark is unique to the individual and is an affirmative source of identifying a potential suspect or witness. They also are invisible to the naked eye. Identifying a latent mark at varied crime scenes can be done using different developmental techniques such as wet powder suspensions (Dhall and Kapoor, 2016). These potential…

on to discuss how we as citizens are manipulated into believing everything we see or hear political leaders do. For example, after the attack on the World Trade Center, the nation was crumbling and was looking to point fingers at whom to blame. Many individuals pointed their fingers at President George W. Bush, because he was the president at the time, and it was his right to protect the nation from acts like this. Bush began to notice this resentment, and as a way to gain the respect of the…

Hair flowing through my fingers, frozen angel tears brushing upon my face. Screams come through my ears, but I see nothing through this colorless land. I try to emerge from the weight holding at my knees as I make my way through the screams only to get louder. I am so shaken by the noise I run, and I keep running looking for a way out but no door will appear. I wonder if I were to just fall would the angels tears pull me under wings or pull me to my demise. Brushing through I can see…