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Position Statement Review Title of Position Statement: National Athletic Trainers’ Association Position Statement: Lightning Safety for Athletics and Recreation Year of Position Statement: 2013 1. In your own words describe the objective of the position statement you have chosen. The objective of this position statement is to educate all those involved in athletics of lightning related sports injuries and to help them understand how to care for and prevent lightnen related injuries. 2. I realize

The Storm of Emotion Usually a storm creeps upon us, hits a luminous climax, and then fades away into nothingness.  In The Storm, Kate Chopin develops a parallel between a rainstorm and an emotional storm in a woman’s life.  Chopin uses symbolism to depict the feelings of relationships that are as unpredictable as that of a raging storm.     In the time frame that this story is set, many major life decisions things are made taking into account one’s duty to family - including the

One of their houses would get struck by lightning and who was to say which one. "This," said the salesman, "is the one." He had been talking about Jim's house, his was the one to get struck.      Will's father, a janitor for the town library, knew the

we can observe the lightning rod on the buildings, which is also invented by Benjamin Franklin.[2] While numerous people are using his inventions and terms that he had established, relatively few people know that those ideas and terms were established by Benjamin Franklin. Although there are various fields and things were developed by Benjamin Franklin, this paper will mainly focus on his contribution to physics, especially in electrical physics. We now know that the lightning is electricity. [3]

Waking up hurt everywhere, so I end up not moving from this crappy bed all day. Not that I want to. My limbs are either stones at my sides or useless noodles that have no control. Just sleep and let my body rest. That’s the dream for today. That dream is destroyed by Thorn. Her footsteps loud and the crashing of the door even louder as she bursts in. I sit up, my spine letting out a series of cracks. She just glares at me, arms crossed. “Are you going to just keep staring at me?” she demands. “You’re

My fear of thunders and lightning It is truly fascinating how children experience and overcome many fears as they are growing up and learning whether or not something is scary. Astraphobia, otherwise known as the Phobia (fear) of anything related to lightning and thunder, is one of them. It undoubtedly is one of the most complicated things I have ever had to defeat. I obviously was afraid of lightning, but I realized how ridiculous and even pathetic it could be for me

feet.” When the storm unleashes, he writes: “The dark sky was shattered by a blue-white scar.” (pg 193). As the actual storm breaks out, the boys excitement and fear build and build until they, too, erupt into a storm. They begin a war dance as the lightning strikes. The little boys danced “clamorously” and a “circling movement developed.” (pg. 193). Then, the boys move in for the kill: “The sticks fell and the mouth of the new circle crunched and screamed.” (pg 194) By comparing the real storm with

that a great lightning storm would come and destroy all the electronics and WiFi on Earth. God told Noah, “You must go out into the busy streets and warn others of this great storm coming. You must prepare to teach everyone how to live in a world without electronics, for they have forgot how to function without them.” Noah traveled far and wide,

The moment that they stepped outside of the truck, the freezing rain started to assault them, each drop like a dagger. Castiel didn’t even wait for them to round the front of the truck before heading toward the barn. Maison made their way through the high grass and mud, having to pay more attention to their footing than Castiel. Castiel completely ignored the chained and padlocked main barn doors and moved down the side of the barn. Maison was starting to feel as if they were swimming as their

The sun had long since receded pasted the hills and the moon, tried as it might, could not poke through the thick storm clouds. But that did not stop these men from congregating, not the powerful winds, the beating rain, nor the sky splitting lightening. Their cathedral was calling to them, the old run down barn in the middle of an abandoned field. From the barn just under the drumming rain, you could hear the stomping of feet. Just under the howling winds, an orchestra of screams, choruses of curses