A choice is a human right._In The Tower_A Prayer for the Strong_A Child Lost
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A choice is a human right.
We now live in a world where everyone has a say, everyone can vote and make there own choices, we make thousands of decisions and choices a day, for instance, what to eat for breakfast or what clothes to wear that day, all these choices we make without thinking, what if you were to lose those rights, the right to make your own decisions? Well let me tell you...I live in what people would call a dictatorship, in the middle of my town is a wooden stand with a big brown book, gold writing ingrained in it saying "book of rules" in every house (all painted the same) everyone has a copy of it, you...
In The Tower
In the TowerWe were walking towards downtown with no direction. The three of us are looking for something to do. Some excitement to get into. Misguided youths in the bodies of men, we were unstoppable. Bobby was big, 6 foot 6 inches and a slim 190 lbs. and had a mean right hook. Lorenzo was the opposite, 5'7" and built like a brick shit house with a cinder block for ahead. At 230 lbs, Lorenzo was tough to move. I was in between, 6 feet tall and about 200 lbs. and just along for the ride. Quite frankly, I was able to be a voice of reason on many occasions when the other two were about to get in...
A Prayer for the Strong
Are you there, God?It’s me.I’d like to know If there’s a prayer For the strong?You see, I’m strong.I know I’m strong Because all day I go from house to house And I sit at tables And people tell me What a wonderful person My husband was And they offer me coffee Good coffee Gourmet The kind you get As part of a subscription service Where every month It’s Peru or Argentina And when you make it The whole house fills up With that potent roasted smell That makes you feel Taken care ofThese people In these houses They take care of meWe sit and they take my hands And we pray And they cry And I do not ...
A Child Lost
Disclaimer: This story is based off a real event and personal experiences of a child drowning. Names have been removed, genders and ages have been changed, some events have been altered, and location has been left out in effort to maintain patient privacy. Child found floating face down. Bath water still warm. Mother desperately crying while trying to save her child who’s dying. Twenty-nine, thirty, off the chest, deliver two breaths. Child’s older sibling stands back and watches as she, the witness, the discoverer, the one who was supposed to be watching, calls 911、 Her hands shake, voice qui...