The Worst Day Of My Life

Nine months later they were hoping for a boy, but a girl came and Mother was depressed. They gave me the name Kyilog, ‘Happiness Dashed’. Then Father was stricken with leprosy.

I, Lauren Lee Svatos, was born on August 4, 1998, at 4:04 P.M. to Chad and Brenda Svatos. My mom, Brenda, was working a night shift at the hospital the day before she was supposed to be induced. The next night she went into labor around midnight. My dad, Chad, drove my mom from Lake Andes, South Dakota, all the way to Gregory, South Dakota, to have me. Once at the hospital, the agonizing sixteen hours of labor began with my dad along for the ride.

The sun warms my back as I skip alongside my younger sister through the brightly colored garden. A bird calls just above my head, and a sugary white rabbit hops across the road. I hear my mother sweetly calling my name for lunch, “Alice”, then again, “Alice”, then more forcefully, “Alice!” I hear a rustling from behind, as something simultaneously shakes my shoulders. The warmth from holding my sister’s hand disappears, the world goes black, and my eyes close almost as quickly as they flutter back open. I see my mother standing above my bed, waiting expectantly – it was only just a dream.

I was seven years old and it was in the middle of the summer and I almost got run over by a car. The day was going really good just like any other summer day; I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went outside to play. For breakfast that day we had pancakes that tasted like they were made by angels. Before Chris and I went outside our mom yelled, “Be back by lunch or I’m going to send your dad out there to get you!”

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is be described as a mental health condition that's triggered by a trauma experienced that is very severe. Traumatic brain injury (TBI) and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) are signature injuries of the wars that have been fought in Iraq and Afghanistan over the past decade. There is still much to learn about the prevention, diagnosis, treatment, and short- and long-term prognosis associated with each of these conditions. To improve the diagnosis and treatment of TBI and PTSD in the military, it is necessary to study individuals with a full range of symptom severity.

Morning arrived yet this time with a cheerful face of my mother and my healing brother’s smile. For the first time, this felt like home exactly, the way we lived 2 years back with warmth and happiness echoing in our house. I almost forgot the comfort of sitting on a couch or laying on a bed beside my mother. The aroma of her devouring food filled the house and the riddles of my ever loved brother never stopped, now, I had no need to keep track of

On Monday, July 24th, 2000, at 1:28 p.m., at St. Alphonsus hospital in Boise, Idaho, I, Lynzee McKay Misseldine, was born. I am the first born of two. Nothing worth writing down happened until September 3rd of 2001. That was the day my little sister, Maelie, was born. Eight days later, the 9/11 terrorist attacks happened. That is the first thing I can remember. I was holding my sister on the couch with my mom. She saw it on the news, and she called my dad. Mostly, I had a really great childhood. The biggest event in my life thus far, occurred on July 25th, 2007. My mom passed away the day after my seventh birthday. I am positive I could write a whole page about that day in particular. I could tell you about how I had slept on the floor the

The following months a winter, cold and gloomy, surrounded the house. My grandmother came to stay with us since my father had fallen into depression and needed help taking care of my sister and I. When my grandmother went grocery shopping my sister would struggle with homework without my grandmother’s help. One day when my grandmother left to go grocery shopping my sister approached me, which was unusual of her since its very rare for her to come to me. Her dark brown hair and big eyes reminded me of my self when I was younger. “I’m hungry” she complained, a question she’s never asked me. My father sleeping and my grandmother away, I was the only one left to take care of her and that terrified me. I had never cared for or known how to care for someone else. All I knew was how to evaluate whether or not someone was caring for another correctly.

I could not see her for she was wrapped in an old green rag. My heart pounded as I looked at her, tears leaving my eyes quicker than warmth in winter. I quickly went inside and bounded up the stairs to my room. I was shocked to see my bed completely bare, all essence of her gone, light shining through the windows of the bright, sunny day as if my world hadn’t just turned completely upside down. I don’t know how long I sat on the edge of my bed with a blank mind, unmoving. Finally when the skies were a mix of purple and orange, I heard a knock at my door. I honestly don’t remember what my parents said, because I had lost all energy and willingness to

My dad then said, “ It was 8pm, an anesthesiologist came in the room and gave your mom some Anastasia, at 8:20 the doctors began with the process, you were born at 8:50 pm. Your mom and I weren't able to see your face, the doctor rushed you to an incubator, I followed the doctor and saw that you were placed in an incubator. The doctor came out and told me that you were premature. I asked how your mom was doing, they said she was okay and that I needed to accompany her.”

My little sister was born in June, 2007. The weeks before her birth were filled with excitement since she was a late addition to our family. There were pastel pink themed baby showers, house visits overflowing with Pampers diapers, and elderly church ladies knitting sunset-yellow blankets. All the visitors asked the pre-requisite set of questions to my parents: “How is the health of the baby and mother? What is the gender? Are you excited? When is the due date?” and so on. What they failed to inquire about was the name of the

It all started on September 11, 1962 on a sweet seemingly perfect day, there were no clouds to be seen and I was sitting inside in my little black and gold chair that I got for my birthday. I would sit in the chair and stare out the window waiting for my mama to get home. I sat there for at least for ten minutes every day and then that is when mama would pull up in the driveway. I ran to the door and stood there waiting for mama to walk through it. Mama opened the door and I ran straight towards her and gave her the biggest hug I good.

two hours of eating Cheetos and coke, while Watching Teen Titan on the small TV screen of the waiting room. My dad walked into the room. He informed us that Ximena had been born. Both me and Dulce got up. My Dad walked us to the room.

After the motor car was invented the world thought they could do just about anything. Men had always dreamed of taking to the sky and soaring like birds, now they could. On December171903 in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina this dream became a reality when the Wright Brothers, Orville and Wilbur, discovered a way to fly, making the world a little bigger. With the invention of the first flying machine and their investigation into aeronautics, the Wright Brothers, paved the way for the future of flight. During their investigation the Wright Brothers faced many problems, but they plowed through and achieved their goal within four years. The airplane opened up many possibilities and exploration was happening like never before! Goods could be exchanged

Before the discussion begins on the creation of the firearm, its evolution and its overall contribution to war and combat, we must acknowledge its very origins; gunpowder. The origins of gunpowder trace back to the nation of China, it “ironically was created in the quest for immortality/around A.D. 850” (Whipps, “How Gunpowder Changed the World”). Though it was intended for an alternative purpose, this newfound explosive powder was soon incorporated into China 's weaponry and also became the leading factor in how weapons came to be created. To give insight on the composition of gunpowder, also known as black powder, this powdered substance is composed of three substances, charcoal, sulfur and saltpeter. The charcoal that’s in gunpowder is a “fuel” which means that its sole purpose is to be burned (Helmenstine,”Gunpowder Facts and History”). But the burning of charcoal itself obviously isn’t enough to produce that explosive property that gunpowder is known to have, when burning charcoal “the reaction would be slow, like a wood fire” (Helmenstine, “Gunpowder Facts and History”). Saltpeter, also known as “potassium nitrate” is the oxidizing agent that exists in gunpowder. An oxidizing agent in terms of combustible substances is simply a chemical compound that produces “extra oxygen” in order to strengthen/increase the rate at which the overall substance burns (Helmenstine, “Gunpowder Facts and History”). In the case of gunpowder, saltpeter (potassium nitrate) feeds oxygen to