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Personal Perspective On Death From an early age, I've witnessed the deaths of my relatives. When I was five years old, my great grandmother passed away in her sleep while she was living with my family. I remember being woken up by my mother to tell me that she had passed and that people were coming over very soon to take the body. At that time, I did not understand the concept of death . I thought that after death we are (literally) reborn. I was not particularly burdened by the great grandmother death, but I know it was something that was difficult to handle because I saw how my mother and grandmother reacted. When I was sixteen, my father had passed away, and a year later my step–grandfather passed away, and the year after that, my great–uncle passed away. In those three year I never had a chance to recuperate before another family member died. As a teenager I was very angry that I was not able escape from the death of my family members. I viewed death as this evil thing that was tormenting my family. It was unsettling and my anxiety and fear of death grew. At first, I attempted to ignore death, and pretended I was not affected by it. Most ...show more content... During the summer orientation before my freshman year, the nursing advisors mentioned how nursing will make us think about death and our own mortality. That statement has definitely been true. For example, I have done a presentation about physician–assisted suicide, and have learned the many ways in which people can die. Death is a reoccurring topic because I am in the nursing program. Having this ongoing conversation about death does make it easier to understand the inevitability of death. I think my idea of "invincibility" has diminished, and I make peace with death by doing something meaning with my life. I believe that by being a nurse, I will be contributing something special to the world. I hope that my existence will leave a positive impact, even if I only influence a few Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Personal Narrative On Death On Death I am not a religious woman, I take no stock in stories of creation, I do not believe the world was crafted by some divine and omniscient power. Our thoughts, our perceptions, every aspect of our lives are a result of the intricate set of rules that govern the universe, some might call that god . I call them physics. We enter this world as a tiny collection of cells, multiplying and specializing to create a human life, and we leave it as a much larger, immensely complex amalgamation. Thus far in my life, I have never doubted my convictions, I have attended church, read scripture, and listened to the words of priests, pastors, and self–proclaimed experts. Yet a few months ago my lack of faith was tested. One night, I lay awake, filled ...show more content... As a young healthy person living in a medically advanced world, death had never been something I'd given much thought, at least regarding what it would really be like. It occurred to me, in that moment, that when I died, that would be it. I would be gone, I would cease to exist. My stream of consciousness would terminate, and the little world that is my mind would disappear forever. This, of course only caused my anxiety to increase, and nearly sent me into a panic attack. I could not comprehend the concept of stopping, of my thoughts, and perceptions simply ending. I could find no comfort in logic, for it was my logic that lead me to this conclusion. This realization caused a shift in my thoughts that bleed into every minute of my waking life. Each day seemed more solemn, and I carried with me a weight that hung heavy on every part of my mind. I spent hours obsessively racking my brain for a way out, an answer that didn't fill every fiber of my being with electric panic. It was in these frenzied expeditions for comfort that I considered altering my world view to include an explanation of death that could sooth the hurricane that stormed in my mind. Despite myself, however, I could not let fear and panic lead me to dishonesty in my own Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Personal Narrative: Death Of A Loved One The death of a loved one is one of the most challenging events I have had to overcome. The summer of 2014, I was just going into my junior year, was one for the books. It was an absolutely amazing summer. My sister had her first baby in May and we were getting to make his first summer his best, but little did we know it would also be his last. We lost him at the end of July. It was one of the hardest things to cope with. So many unanswered questions still to this day stand. The morning of July twentieth we received a call, I remembered I had a very bad feeling about my nephew the night before but I decided to just sleep it off. When I heard my older sister on the other end bawling my heart had just completely drowned down into my stomach. ...show more content... I did not want to attend church, I did not want to have family time, and all I wanted to do is be with my friends. It does not seem like a bad thing, but I chose the wrong friends to turn to. They were the friends that made it seem okay to drink, to push your feelings away and to feel absolutely nothing. For a couple of months this is what I thought would help me heal, and I was wrong. I had become a whole new person I became a person my friends seemed to like more than who I had been because I was actually wanting to have fun. It was this way until the end of November. In November I let someone into my life and they became my new best friend. It was so easy to trust them. I opened up and told them about the choices I made and the way I have changed. I despised the person I had become, but my friend helped me out of it. It took about three months to become the person I had once been. It all started with making new friends and going to church and actually listening. Once this made me feel like the girl I had once been, I slowly drifted away from the group who only wanted me around because I wanted to have fun. It amuses me because these 'friends' did not care that I was out of their lives. Once I surrounded myself with people who truly cared about me and encouraged me to be a better person I began to finally feel again. I got to feel angry, sad, happy, and joyful again, and nothing made me feel better about Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Reflection On Death And Dying Taking Death and Dying has really widened my world view. Before this class I knew death was a taboo but did not realize how much it played into my daily life and the lives of everyone around us. I also did not realize how rarely death was ever discussed and how little I actually knew about it and the experiences surrounding dying. I did not know what hospice was or that it even existed. From this class I have realized the importance of knowing about death in order to live a better life. And to have fewer regrets not just involving ourselves and things we wished we had done but also involving things we wished we had done for others who have died or are dying. Death is essential to every being and we will all experience it eventually. One of my main takeaways is the knowledge this class has given me in order to help my mom be able to make more educated decisions about my grandfather. And to be able to reevaluate my previous experiences with death and my own future. Before this class, I was aware that people still missed those that passed away even years later, but I still believed in the idea of closure. Despite knowing from my own personal experience with Buttercup, my cat, dying I still believed in closure. Buttercup was a very special cat; he was a stray we adopted off the street. As a stray, he chooses to show up on our doorstep, and we took care of him for six years before he died unexpectedly of a previously undiagnosed heart condition. Every missed him greatly and we Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Life Or Death Essay We are all aware of death, and we know it will come to us all. To many of us death brings a chill down our spine ridden with fear, but to others it is ridden with strength and satisfaction of accomplishment. Fortunately or unfortunately we are all condemned to death. However no one knows when exactly the inevitable will approach, but we all know it is inescapable. But what makes death seem more realistic to us and those in denial of it is the lucid pictures of people suffering, in pain and those on their death bed before many of us can be rationale and accept the truth. Someone once said, “Life is about 50–70 years of pain. One is born through the mother’s pain and die leaving others in pain.'; How do we accept and ...show more content... This increase of love allows our mind to feel some sort of satisfaction that good can come out of praying and if one was to die, our faith would tell us that we did our best. In other words, our love towards our faith tends to be one of the strongest lifelines we can posses to reduce the guilt and pain of those around us who are suffering. For many of us who are in a relationship either by marriage or simply as mates can relate to the feelings they are exhibited within and around one when they are with or simply thinking about our mates. This feeling of security and belonging tends to increase our love towards each other, especially during times of pain and death. We begin to see the world of insecurity and being alone, a world of being abandoned and feeling useless. There are those who don’t posses a “soul mate';, and nonetheless they too feel an increase of love; the love of having a mate of being wanted and loved, and the feeling of not being alone. As parents or parents to be, whether within months or years, we all as humans strive for one goal at the end; to raise our children the best we can and the best they can be. If and when the time comes for us as parents and humans to pass on, and if we leave our children here, without a sense of accomplishment and Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Argumentative Essay On Death Death It is really very hard to come to terms with something like death, but as all of us know, in life we would not be able to exist without having death. If only death does not exist that we will not have the chance to be born as the planet will be populated with other organisms well before the appearance of humans. Many cultural believe that death is a very painful experience of losing someone that is close and loved. However, despite the pain, death is a fact and it minimizes overall suffering for example a badly injured, ill and old (Walton, 2009). The write believes that death is not something that can be easily accepted, as she herself had experiences losing her love ones and it was truly very painful experience. However, denial of death would permit us to temporarily avoid fear and other unwanted feelings connected with it. Nevertheless there are some good reasons to accept death. Death is a part of life cycle and denying it means denying life as it is. Having the awareness of death enables us to perceive life in its whole. Facing ...show more content... Death does remind us that the time to accomplish our mission is not unlimited and assists us to set priorities. Dealing with fear of death may help with anxieties and fears relating to death. It also allows us to live in the present, focusing on here, today and now. Since we are alive now we cannot be dead now, we can only die in the future. The future doesn't exist yet so focus on the present moment that we can minimize anxiety . A person who believes that life has a reason seem to be more resilient to death anxiety and gives them the meaning of life . This is probably because they see themselves as a part of something greater. Research had proven that people who are stratified with their lives copes better with death anxiety; in other terms the happier you are the less you fear of death (Searight & Gafford, Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Descriptive Essay About Death I understood suffering and love and how they both went hand and hand when I looked down at my father's gravestone for the last time. The cemetery was nice–well, as "nice" as a cemetery could be. Paved paths lined the land, so no one had an excuse to stomp all over the grass in their shoes. You'd think the grass then would be an untouched summer green; instead, it always gave off the look to me as being half–dead. As if it could tell it resided in a graveyard, so it of course mirrored the only thing it knew– death. It was a weathered day. Wind pulled on my jacket collar, a sharp breeze passing completely through me. The air howled into my ears, screaming things I could not make sense of. The grey sky was two large stretched–out hands reaching for each other. Layers upon layers of ashen cloud lined above me, hiding the blue and sunlight trapped behind. Yet, the briefest of sun rays broke through small holes in the cinder haze, only to illuminate the top of the aging head stone just briefly. But the scene wasn't as off–putting as it would have been to others. Instead, I found some comfort in the cold and darkness. It was as if the world was mourning his death. The wind, side by side with me, in this time. I wondered then what it would be like if the earth could truly feel. Maybe life would be less cruel in that way. Mother nature would look into me and see what lay beneath–a young boy hidden in my shadow casted onto the ground. A young boy with eyes down pouring like the Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Personal Narrative On Death The red flashing lights eluded the oozing thick, pasty, dark crimson liquid, which cascaded from their warm bodies on the floor imprinted dirty with footsteps, creating a puddle children could play in. I tried to look back, but a gust of steam emerged along the hallway, burying each dead body like it was a funeral. It delivered an urgent memo that I had to run, not for pleasure, but for my life. Too many times today have I stared death directly in the face and too many times have I gotten away from the inevitable daunting truth that lurks through the shadows trying to drag and crush me under its weight. I can safely say that compared to running forever, dying doesn't seem that bad. But I can't give up, and I'm not going to give up. I need to Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Personal Narrative: Death Of A Child Nineteen years ago, my family experienced the most earth–shattering moment anyone could imagine, the death of a child. Growing up, I have always seen boy's picture that hangs above our mantle. Every January, we have family and friends bombard us with phone calls, trying to take my family's minds off of the tragedy, but until recently, I never understood exactly why. At fourteen, I finally gained the nerve to ask about the boy whose picture hung above the mantle, so my teary– eyed mother sat me down and told me about the death of my big brother. In January of '98, Kent and Cody, my brothers, happily ran into the bathroom of a restaurant to wash their hands before dinner; minutes later, Cody, who was six at the time, ran out and said the words Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Reflection Paper On Death Reflection Paper The death and dying class has helped in changing my perception about death and also has enlightened me about the cost of a traditional American funeral. I learned so much from this class; I cannot write it all on this paper. Some of the information that I am going to write about are: the different stages of death , how it is influenced and the little deaths we face in our lives. Green burial, embalming and home funeral, some of the different cultural death, living will and advance directive, and the suicide contract, children understand of death, dying without a next of kin and the near death experience. Understanding Death This class has helped me understood that death is not only the loss of our loved ones but also the ...show more content... The family can keep the body at home for several days, bathe the body and build their coffin. They share memories of the deceased. Green burials conserve land and cost less compared to traditional burial (Tripler, 2013). Finding out that embalming does not preserve the body forever was interesting, when an embalmed body is exhumed most people will be horrified to look at it (Tripler, 2013). It was good to learn about other different ways of burial in the United States. Cultural death There are different cultural death mentioned in this class, I found the day of the dead and Living with the Dead interesting. Knowing other people culture have always been intriguing to me. It is interesting to learn about all this different death culture; many believe that death is not the end but the beginning of a new journey. The Day of the Dead celebration is done based on the belief that making the spirit happy will provide good luck and protection to the deceased family. According to Despelder and Strickland (2015), it is a belief that one's well–being depends on respectfully remembering the death and the ritual is a moral obligation to the dead. Living with the dead, burial is delayed in other to allow family members to grief and prepare for the afterlife and the burial is expensive. The body can be removed from the grave every couple of years for the "me'nene" ceremony. These two cultures are different from mine, in my culture when someone dies all their deeds is what is Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
Losing a Loved One Essay example Losing a Loved One Losing a loved one is like having the rug swept from under you. We make plans for the day, and do not think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my uncle's death. I do not think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news. It is amazing how we take life for granted. The tragedy never goes away. You just learn how to cope with it and keep moving on. My mom had been going to school in Virginia and staying at my Aunt Ana's house. She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit ...show more content... I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt that if I moved it would be real. I just had this blank look on my face. I had no reaction at first and I wanted to deny it, all of it. I kept saying to myself, no it is a lie, they made a mistake. To my complete horror I was wrong. My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey. I come from a big family with many loving aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. As I was standing there all alone I thought back to the time when I got to spend a week with Fran. Almost a year ago to the date, most of the family was together for my other uncle's wedding. All the cousins sat at the same table and we had such a good time together. He was a busy person, he Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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As we live our lives, we don't really take the time to stop and take notice of the little things going on around us. We don't question why the sky is blue or why does the sun rises. Those are questions that we can easily search and find the answer to. What challenges the mind the most in my opinion is complete uncertainty. When there isnt a definite answer, you have to paint your own picture on what you think it will be. The spellbinding question of "How can I accept the idea that someday my life will end" will definitely have your mind racing in a million different directions.Hamlet found himself aqquring death when he states in his monolouge that "To die, to sleep.To sleep, perchance to dream–ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of ...show more content... There isnt a way to sugarcoat the fact that you will one day become nothing but a body 6 feet below in the ground. You see everyday on the news how somebody has been killed and you feel sympathy for them, but have you ever thought that in the future someone will be feeling the same sympathy for you. We didn't grow up being taught that death was something to welcome with open arms. In all actuality we are avoiding something that is bound to happen whether we want it or not. The famous quote "everything good must come to an end" is a good way to connect the good " your life" with the end "death" to further your understanding of how short life really is. Know that nothing lasts forever and every day that you are blessed with will never come again. Acknowledging the fact and taking it one step at a time will lessen the amount of worries you have when facing the death that is creeping upon us.Its not the simplest process, if anything its a very emotional rollercoaster. Think about everything and act upon it because most of us want to be remembered by the positive contributions we did while we were walking the Earth. The more enlightened I became on my religious faith, the more courage I gained. I know without a doubt in my mind that there is a much more greater , everlasting life ahead of me. As a Christian, I know that my loving Father in Heaven awaits me. I know that my great grandmother, grandfather and my precious unborn sibling are all there, which Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Personal Narrative Essay About Death/Dying I do not have much to say about Death/Dying, because all of my family members and friends are healthy and alive. Thanks God for it! However, I had lost a friend, not a close one but he was the guy I used to hang out with. His name was Vitaly. He used be an A student in one of the best math/engineering universities in Moscow. I still do not what happened, but one day he got expelled out of the University and began hanging out on the streets with all of us. He was introduced to the street life very quickly and was into drugs within a month. We all were. We were having fun, and none of us carried what this lifestyle could lead to. After some short time, we got to know that Vitaly made some friends that used heroin , and used it a lot. We did Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Personal Narrative On Death "Goodnight!" She had shouted from two doors away. "Night, grandma..." I whispered. She had suffered from cancer many times before, but this one could be the end. I never thought about it that way, I just thought she would live forever. That everyone could live forever. I not at all thought that death would hurt this much or that it would happen at all. But I was way wrong. Death does happen. To everyone. Even the nicest people you meet could die the next day. And that's what happened. After school, I had track right after school which lasts until 4:30 or 5:30. I don't really remember. Anyways, the track meet had happened and my mom had drove a different car. A car I didn't really recognize. It honked, multiply times. I turned my head and dropped Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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My View On Death Of Death Essay I am 22. At this age, I am mature enough to admit that I am not a minor anymore. At this age, I am starting to observe the surroundings more comprehensively. At this age, I have been through various tones of emotions: adoration, repulsion, elation, despondency, unity, isolation, curiosity, boredom, belief, grace, or sorrow. Horribly, I have witnessed the death of two of my family members. I became aware that I fear death. Death brings a feeling of the world is falling under my feet. And the thought of losing my love ones and the idea of the cold when deep buried under the ground terrify me. However, Montaigne philosophy has significantly impacted my perception of death. After reading his belief, I ask myself, why does he recognize death uniquely different? While death is a dreadful obsession to many, he is not afraid of it. Strangely, the more I read, the more spellbound I feel about his belief. Suddenly, I realize my perspective on the world and my expectations have slowly shifted, positively. Montaigne coaches me that the fear of death is no longer appalling nor an obsession. He enlightens me that to die is not the most fearful thing but to not completely live is. As in Montaigne's article "That to study philosophy is learn to die," he writes: Wherever your life ends, it is all there. The utility of living consists not in the length of days, but in the use of time; a man may have lived long, and yet lived a little. Make use of time while it is present with you. It depends Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Death-Personal Narrative Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs...1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries...1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of ...show more content... My first art portfolio, my favorite keychain, my broken bike...1.2.3. No one ever speaks to you about your own ending. How you die is left up to your own imagination. To you, your death can maybe either be due to a glorious, heroic act in which you met a righteous end or a pathetic closing to what you may believe to be a pretty uneventful existence. No one speaks about endings in general, though. Endings only tend to make us feel anything but content. Yet we dream on, foolishly writing silly ends to our lives, forgetting that the ends we create may be plausible one day. College, family , career...1.2.3. My breaths get weary, my heart slows from boisterous thuds to faint, lethargic thumps. Bright rays gleam above, showering me in what is meant to be warmth, but all I feel is cold. My freezing limbs waft slowly within the water, my feet dangling below, my hair flowing behind. My mother's laughter, my father's tears of joy, my friends' bright smiles...1.2.3. I never dreamt my foolish imagination would collide with the inevitable so soon. My days of compiling were over, my good days, my sad days, my sweet, sweet mundane days, would soon come to an end...Air, air, air, air, Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Personal Experience: Grandpa's Death Many turning points have occurred in my life, but I would say one really sticks out for me. This was when my granddad died in 2010. I talked about this event and how it affected my life in a thought piece earlier this year, but I thought this would be a good opportunity to elaborate on such a life changing event. I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter ...show more content... I remember the exact feeling that came over me when I first heard very clearly. My mom then came in from another room and was extremely pale. Her eyes were as watery as a flooded river during a storm. I saw her, and she saw me. We both, crying like babies, had a long and love–filled embrace in the middle of my house. I am not going to go into detail about everything else that happened, but no more than two hours after that moment my mom and I were in a car on the way to the airport to fly to England. This was one of the hardest plane rides I have ever had to experience. When we arrived to my mom's hometown, Liverpool, an array of sorrow and sadness filled the air. On the other hand, there was also a huge feeling of love. I felt a deep connection with every one of my family members. We were all together, and nowhere else would we rather have been at that time. We went on to grow so much closer as a family. Though some may say, myself included, that the death of a family member is one of the hardest, toughest, traumatic things to deal with, it also comes with a good side. That good side is that it brings people together to not only mourn over a loss, but to celebrate the life of someone great. One can either sink from a situation like this, or one can rise. I feel like my family and I chose to rise from this. We were all changed in so many ways. My grandma, Veronica, was especially changed the most. She and my granddad did absolutely everything together. They Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Death Narrative Death I woke up and i got ready, brushed my teeth, got dressed for school. my dad was dropping me and my sister off at school when he got a phone call from my grandma or know as his mom. The words that came out her mouth was marve died. That was my grandpa. My grandpa was my dads step dad. He started bursting into tears. That was the first time i saw my dad crying I asked what was going on to my dad he said your grandpa died. That was the first time i saw my dad cry ever it was so surprising. My dad drove away to go see her and comfort her. He asked her if she was ok and my grandma said i'm fine. A few weeks later we went to his funeral at a church and as i walked in i saw my grandpa laying in a casket. With a dead looking grin Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Persuasive Essay On Death And Dying Mansura Leyva Widener University Nursing 448 Dr. Lorraine Igo Willing to talk about dying In this world, all living creatures die because it is one of the things that happens to every one of us. However, when this happens, it may be the hardest thing to accept or understand the fact of life. Nowadays, people are living well into their 70 and 80 or even longer, but death comes to all ages, sometimes young people die due to sickness, accidents, and so on. This topic talking about death and dying is not easy and almost all the people find it hard to starting the conversation about end of life. According to Your Conversation starter kit "90% of people way that talking with their loved ones about end–of–life care is important" but only 27% have actually done so"(Foundation, 2017). This a big number of people thinking about end–of–life but very few started the conversation. There is culturally difference also can influence the process of starting a conversation about death. Nowadays, with so much increase of ethnic diversity in America we as healthcare providers must be mindful of cultural differences when informing patients about end–of–life planning. Cultural awareness for nurses are very important because end–of–life decisions and traditions could strongly influence decision that make by patients and their families. If nurses are aware and have knowledge about ethnic diversity they can minimize misunderstanding of cultural values and beliefs of each individual patient. Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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Descriptive Essay About Death The Wake–Up Call Death. I have always feared it but I never knew I could be so close to it. Life throws things at us unexpectedly, but how we handle those hardships is what defines us. "Don't be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart."– Rot T. Bennett. "Please, mom please!" after hours of begging my mother she finally agreed to let me go to the beach with all my friends. On August 3rd, 2015, a typical sunny summer day in the Hamptons, my life changed in a matter of seconds. My six friends and I were so excited to go to the beach, all of us were laughing and singing along to "Moves like Jagger" by Maroon 5 . I sat in the third row of the car, a white minivan with brown leather interior, and there was a small gap in front of my seat for access to get out. My friend Sebastian was showing me a funny video on his phone when all of a sudden the laughers and singing turned into screams. I remember looking up just to see a speeding red object coming our way. Everything happened in a blur, I had no time to think no time to run no time to yell and no time to save myself. Who knew a five minute trip to the beach could turn into a life–changing experience. I opened my eyes to a daunting scene. Our car was standing in the middle of the road, my friends had already left the car, I nervously ran out of the car through the left door as fast as I could. The first thing I saw was my best friend crying, once she saw me she ran to me and hugged me so tight Get more content on StudyHub.Vip
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