In the articles “The Totally Gruesome, Totally Fascinating History of teeth” and “Where are all the Dentists?” both by Kristin lewis, it talks about how there are lots of challenges that people faced with dentistry over time. There are lots of small problems, but there are also lots of big problems, one that it talks about in the article is that back in the day, before we had good dental work, people would get there teeth pulled without anesthetics. In the article it says ”Tough cowboys of the American West would weep openly as their diseased teeth were yanked out with pliers--often with little more than a few gulps of whiskey to dull the searing pain,” (Lewis 14). This shows that people back in the day were willing to get there teeth pulled and go through the pain so they don't get an infection.…
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I had bruises on almost every part of my body. I constantly had to go to the ocean to wash all the blood off my body. I had to figure out a way, some sort of way to get back to my home. Tears flowed down my red hot cheeks as I was thinking about my parents. The tears only made my head worse.…
River of Names, Tiny, Smiling Daddy and Girl proved to be three very powerful stories and a whirlwind of emotions for the authors and myself. We are approached with the same theme in different settings and at different points of the authors’ lives. Yet one characteristic seems to prevail: emotional abandonment, a subject most women can relate to in one form or another at some point in their lives.…
I looked around and I wasn’t in my room anymore, I was in the hospital during my grandpa’s surgery. The waiting room was cold and sterile and the smell of antiseptic was so strong I could taste it. Waves of uneasiness washed over me as if they were trying to drown me. My grandma and my mother were sitting in the room with me and they looked just as scared. I remembered how long my grandpa was in surgery to get his windpipe removed, how I had thought that I wouldn’t make it through the hours he was and that if he didn’t then I wouldn’t make it for much longer afterward.…
This essay analyzes family methods of interaction, strengths, and barriers of Ray’s family and Lila. It describes the family and community roles, rituals, and belief systems that sustain their life processes. It also identifies the role of grief, values, and symbols that describe the family and community system. Lastly, the paper targets systems for intervention.…
The play opens with Miss Watson, Judge Thatcher, and Tom Sawyer talking to Huck about how he must learn to read the Bible if he wants to make it to Heaven. A frustrated Huck escapes in the night to a hideout where he and his friends discuss all of the naughty things they will do to get to hell. When Huck arrives back home, he is taken by his Pap to their wooded cabin. His inebriated father attempts to murder Huck but passes out before he is able to. Huck sees his passed out Pap as a chance to escape and plots his own murder. He kills a pig and splatters the pig’s blood and guts around the cabin so when Pap wakes from his slumber he thinks Huck has been killed.…
The North American river otter (lontra Canadensis), also known as they river otter, are small semi-aquatic mammals commonly found in the North American continent along the waterways and coasts. River otters have existed for a very long time. Archeologists have discovered fossils that date back as old as 200 B.C. Otters body form have remained unchanged for 30 million years. They have gone under slow subtle evolutionary changes over that time period, but have retained the same body shape.…
My story begins at just the age of 8, we just had moved to a South Texas town, Kountze, this town had about 2,000 to 3,000 people residing in it. My parents had decided this was the perfect place to raise me and my brother who is two years older than me. I didn’t understand much then, but from what I can remember the only problems I had was what flavor of ice cream I wanted when my father took me to the ice cream shop and which Disney channel show was on. But then, as I thought things were just fine, On one summer night I heard noises in my parents’ bedroom and I overheard my favorite hero crying in the bedroom and saying he needed to tell us something terrible had happened. As he sat me down on his lap and told me that grandfather had passed away. My grandfather had been diagnosed with lung cancer shortly after he came from India to America too visit us. My father had to take him back to India when they found out he diagnosed. I sat there not understanding what had happened and hearing my hero in tears for the first time. It was one of first of many forms of tragedy I have had to witness as I thought nothing could shake my father but at this moment I realized I was wrong and got scared, this moment had changed my whole…
My adolescent legs strain as I continue along the path aimlessly and my stomach rumbles in emptiness as I realise, I left without food. How can one think of such things at a time like that? I most certainly didn't. Just minutes before leaving for an awesome party one doesn’t remember to do a lot of things and now the only thing dwelling in my gut is the sore pain that was the increasing hate for the cruel beings that have abandoned me here. Lost in my thoughts, my melancholic walking pattern is disrupted as my foot catches on a thick branch in the deceptive darkness and I fall swiftly face first into a small jagged rock. Dazed, I lift myself up from the ground and dust myself off. My left eyelid closes automatically as blood rolls down the top of my face. Cursing, I wipe my face with my white sleeve, soaking the cotton a blackish red instantly. The shock disperses and pain sets in, sharp agony mixed with a strange tingling sensation on my forehead.…
I remember crying in my father’s lap, sobbing, saying I didn’t want to do it. The nurse came over to me and said Do you think you could you drink this for me? What is it? I asked. It's sugar water he replied. I drank it so fast not realizing how bad sugar and water could taste mixed together. The next thing I remember was a woman coming to my bed asking me about colors. She said I could pick three. I saw my two favorite colors neon pink and dark purple and I knew those were the ones. Those are the colors I’ll spend the next three months looking at as I am bound to a hospital bed with a metal bar between my legs. I was six years old.…
I remember staring at the wall with my face feeling hot and wet. The look of confusion and sadness on my father’s face brought tears to my eyes. This memory stained my room forever. This memory tainted my perception of the house. The house slowly transformed into a less innocent version of itself. The feeling of not wanting to forgive was the most painful of them all. I did not understand why she did what she did but it was a fact and we all have to accept facts. I knew that this was the event that would change my life forever. This made me want to leave the house that I so dearly loved before and make something better of…
I was in North Carolina when my younger sister was born. Not even 24 hours after, 9/11 struck, it was a time I don’t remember. Not much happened for a while; we lived in North Carolina till about 2 ½ to about 3 years, then we moved to Alaska. The only memory that I have of living here was when I was about 5, when my head struck a frozen pipe. I remember screaming bloody murder, I remember my parents running down the stairs and my mom running towards me. My dad ran towards me with a rag to try to stop my left eyebrow from bleeding anymore. It seems crazy that an eyebrow would bleed that much, but by the time my mother and I got to the hospital, the rag was full of blood. I had to get stiches, but I just remember leaving the hospital with…
My adolescent legs strain as I continue along the path aimlessly, my stomach rumbles in emptiness as I realise I left without food. How can one think of such things at a time like that? I most certainly didn't, and now the only thing dwelling in my gut was the sore pain that was the increasing hate for the cruel beings that raised me. Lost in my thoughts my melancholy walking pattern is disrupted as my foot catches on a thick branch and I fall swiftly face first into a small jagged rock. Dazed, I lift myself up from the ground and dust myself off; my left eyelid closes automatically as blood rolls down the top of my face. Cursing, I wipe my face with my sleeve, soaking the cotton a blackish-red instantly. The shock dissipates and pain sets in, sharp agony mixed with a strange tingling sensation on my forehead. I forcedly push the pain to the back of my mind, and go to take my next step just as a small blue spherical object reflecting the moon catches my eye on the edge of the track. Interested, I walk over to it, and pick it up in my hands. After examining the dirt caked ball, images of my younger brother flash through my mind. Times spent together, kicking a ball in the backyard, taking him to his first movie, and then screams of pain, blood, oh god the blood is.... The ball drops to the ground as my hand trembles from the horrible images. I kick it far away off the trail in anger as Im reminded of the situation Im in. The smoky scent of a…
Meyer, Carl. "Tiger shark research program." Tiger Research program. 2005. Hawaii Department of Land and Natural Resources. 10 Dec. 2008 .…