... seemed a lot quieter now. Johnny felt tired and dizzy and glad to be motionless, resting, quiet. Everything felt perfect. The water landing was still a little warm, but the water filling the tub was the perfect temperature. Johnny couldn't think how he could be happier -- maybe if he didn't have to go to work in an hour, but right now that seemed a long way off. Johnny closed his eyes and rested peacefully, slipping in and out of a half dream of floating through warm liquid clouds. Suddenly, Johnny felt very cold. Something was wrong. He was no longer tired, but he couldn't tell why. As he opened his eyes, he became aware of the fact that the temperature aroun ...

... almost black hair just touched her shoulders. The casual pose she held sitting on the edge of the bed in that worn Lakers T-shirt. I took her hand and pulled her a little closer admiring her mischievous smile. She wanted to say something but she waited for me to speak first. I kissed her hand repeatedly and looking into her dark brown eyes I said slowly overenunciating each word: "I...love...you." Her smile got wider as she replied. "You better. Don't you dare flake on me now." She lay down beside me and kissed me gently wrapping her arms around me. I slid my hands inside her T-shirt running them up and down her back and I said: "We really don't have time for ...

... was dressed and in the car in ten minutes. "Excuse me, could you please tell me what room Mrs. Angela Warner, I mean Smith, is in?" "Yes, sir, she's in room 23, but you can't see her until 6:30. You may wait in the lounge at the end of the hall if you wish." "Thank you very much." Martin looked through the little square window of her door. The private room was cold and dark with green tile covering the walls halfway. She had tubes in her nose, her head bandaged heavily, her arms in casts and her neck in a brace. She had a long cut along her right cheekbone. "You're still beautiful, little Angela," Martin murmured softly to himself ...

... to be recognized not only by people in the company, but also many people in the Japan. So, he made a lot of money due to his skill and talent, and the following year, he married a young woman who had worked in the same company. However, unfortunately, after 3 months of his marriage, his mother died by the cancer. Because his mom’s death suddenly occurred, he could not afford sadness for a while. After the mom’s death, her husband, the old man, moved to his son’s house, because his whole body was very weakened because of excessive amount of work when his son was attending college. Anyway, the old man was frankly not happy since he thought that his son would feel u ...

... each practice. The team captain stood facing the rest of the team and lead us in various stretches and other warm-ups. The coach was very strict. No horse play or unnecessary talking or anything else we knew would make the coach mad. Coach would have us do drills having to do with the plays we ran during the game. If we made a mistake coach would stop us and make an example of whoever messed up. He would say, "Did everyone see what Bryan just did? That is what you should not do." He would then gripe a little and after that we would continue our practice. I feel that this method of coaching during practice made my teammates and I closer as a team during th ...

... and still not a peep out of anyone, except my youngest siblings whom were frolicking around together with their toys in the back of the car. My dad refused to stop for food until noon. It was 11:30, yet 30 minutes seemed like an awful long time and my stomach had been craving something, anything, for at least an hour. The hunger was uncontrollable, an almost eerie feeling, one you get before riding a roller coaster, came to me. No one else seemed to complain, so I attempted to ignore the issue by putting myself to sleep. Over 45 minutes had past before I was awaken so abruptly by the grasp of my dad large hand on my shoulder. "Time for lunch!" quaintly sa ...

... of my many repetitive walks down from the station to a patient's room, I had nothing else on my mind except for my evening plans with friends. I was extremely happy that this would surely be the last call light I would be answering that shift. As I entered the room, a crying relative came yelling at me. "He is going, something happened, do something, do something now!", demanded the distressed lady standing right at the bed side. I had seen this man before, although I had never spoken to him. I had know idea that he was not in a stable health. "All right, all right," I replied in frustration, not knowing exactly what to do first. I looked at the 84 year ...

... world around me, I was interrupted by my friends' constant taunting, "Come on, let's go!" They were not rookies. They had experienced the sport of skiing and the atmosphere around it and were not as enthusiastic toward the surroundings as I was. Their calls became louder, with annoyance. I stepped up to the edge of a great slope. The steepness of this colossal block of snow I stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep breath with no worries, for this was not the first time I was confronted with a suicide mission. In a heartbeat, the exhilarating feeling of going downhill on a pair of thin skis took over. The breeze rushed throu ...

... and the car was thrown off the road and onto a hill. The car was inches away from flipping but luckily no one seemed to be hurt. That experience really changed how I thought of my life, or so I thought. The next major experience was during this school year. I went out to a party one night, and I never expected to get into problems. I had a little to drink and I guess it clouded my mind so I had a lot more. I didn't think I was drunk until it was too late. The whole night blacked out and when I awoke I was in the Hospital. It turns out that I had drunken myself into a coma and if I wasn't taken to the hospital I would have died. Although I still go to parties I ...

... important factor in shaping Arnold's life choices and his state of mind. The day of the accident, Eugie had promised Arnold that he would go pick peas with him. Arnold carried his 22-caliber rifle with him hoping that "if there were any ducks he'd take a shot at them."(p.1) On their way to picking peas, they had to climb "…through the wire fence that divided the wheat field from the marshy pasture around the lake."(p.2) Eugie had gone first. When it was Arnold's turn, his rifle caught on a wire and consequently fired. The next moment, his brother, Eugie fell forward, dead. Some would suggest that Arnold, being the youngest, was jealous, but the evid ...