“CARING IS HEALING”
BY ARIELLE NABERHAUS
I believe that if we have people that truly care about us, and take care of us when we are ill, we will heal faster.
“Come on Elle, we have to go to the hospital for your tonsil surgery.” Mom exclaimed.
“I’m coming,” I hollered.
When we got to the hospital I was a little nervous, but I knew it would be over soon. We had to wait about 30 minutes before the medical clerk called us to the surgical waiting area. I then went into the room, put on a gown and waited. Soon, they took me into this other room with a long table, and put a mask on my face, and told me to count to three. In a flash, I was fast asleep.
I woke up with my throat on fire. I felt so drowsy and confused, I couldn’t even stand up. If I did I would have probably fallen over. The doctor gave me a spoon full of pink medicine that tasted so discussing. There were so many things crowding in my mind.
“Where are we going? Why is my throat hurting so much?” I said to my mother.
On the way home, I basically fell asleep in the car. When we got home, I went straight up to my parent’s bed because I wanted to watch TV. in there. My mom sat by me until my brother and sister came home, and the first thing they did was run to up see if I was okay. They did not stay long, and I did not feel well at all.
One week went by and I became bored easily. All I did was watch t. v. and take pain medicine every two hours. I could barely eat anything, but to help me feel better, my mom bought me a Tamagatchi, which is a little virtual pet. Finally, I was able to come back to school, but I did sort of miss being at home. I came back to nice friends though.
What lesson or value I learned was even though you are sick or hurt, you can still depend on your family. Your families’ love can help you through the healing process. I only had a minor surgery, but other people have more serious medical problems. I am lucky to have a family that took care of me and helped me heal. I’ve used this lesson to help me through my mom’s surgery, where she almost died.
When I think about getting my tonsils out, it makes me thankful for my family, I am appreciative that I had a good experience and try to remember others that do not have loved ones to care for them.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Path's in Life?
I believe that life gives you a good and safe path or a bad and dangerous path to take.
My brother and I raced down the mountain when we decided after a while to stop and wait our mom helping my neighbor. As we waited and waited and waited we realized we had taken the wrong turn. We had taken “Eagle’s Wing” a black diamond path instead of the “Kids Club” path. There was no way we could climb up the mountain to the right path. I could tell this was just the beginning of the chaos.
We sat down and waited as we thought of what to do. As a person who worked on the mountain passed us with his snow mobile we tried to get his attention but the snow mobile was too loud for us. Then a very nice couple asked if anything was wrong. We told them and they answered “come on let’s go to the bottom of the mountain and look for your parent’s while John, my husband gets help.” We skied down the mountain as Amy, John’s husband trailed behind us. Once we got down the mountain we started looking. It was a good thing our neighbors came with us on our trip because we found our neighbor’s not too long after that. We told Amy we found our neighbor’s and than she left to tell John the news. Our neighbor’s took us to our parents ASAP and when they saw us they rushed up to us asking lot’s of questions. My parent’s were so worried that they were in tears.
After all of this had happened I felt stupid and I felt like a terrible role model for my brother. I also felt bad for what I had done to my mom and dad. If I wouldn’t have raced my brother down the mountain with out stopping after going a bit like my mom’s expectations none of this would of happened. But I took the wrong path and consequences were big.
I leaned a lot that day. I learned to be careful about the choices I am about to make. I also learned that if you make the wrong choice or take the wrong path that there followed by consequences. I have to admit sometimes its hard making the right choice. It’s like there’s a scary path and a happy path but you don’t know which is which. But also sometimes you have got to do what you’ve got to do. What my not be good for you but for others.
I will always remember that day. I am now careful with my decisions and I’m a better role mottle. Have you ever token the wrong path and got caught by bad consequences? I have.
My brother and I raced down the mountain when we decided after a while to stop and wait our mom helping my neighbor. As we waited and waited and waited we realized we had taken the wrong turn. We had taken “Eagle’s Wing” a black diamond path instead of the “Kids Club” path. There was no way we could climb up the mountain to the right path. I could tell this was just the beginning of the chaos.
We sat down and waited as we thought of what to do. As a person who worked on the mountain passed us with his snow mobile we tried to get his attention but the snow mobile was too loud for us. Then a very nice couple asked if anything was wrong. We told them and they answered “come on let’s go to the bottom of the mountain and look for your parent’s while John, my husband gets help.” We skied down the mountain as Amy, John’s husband trailed behind us. Once we got down the mountain we started looking. It was a good thing our neighbors came with us on our trip because we found our neighbor’s not too long after that. We told Amy we found our neighbor’s and than she left to tell John the news. Our neighbor’s took us to our parents ASAP and when they saw us they rushed up to us asking lot’s of questions. My parent’s were so worried that they were in tears.
After all of this had happened I felt stupid and I felt like a terrible role model for my brother. I also felt bad for what I had done to my mom and dad. If I wouldn’t have raced my brother down the mountain with out stopping after going a bit like my mom’s expectations none of this would of happened. But I took the wrong path and consequences were big.
I leaned a lot that day. I learned to be careful about the choices I am about to make. I also learned that if you make the wrong choice or take the wrong path that there followed by consequences. I have to admit sometimes its hard making the right choice. It’s like there’s a scary path and a happy path but you don’t know which is which. But also sometimes you have got to do what you’ve got to do. What my not be good for you but for others.
I will always remember that day. I am now careful with my decisions and I’m a better role mottle. Have you ever token the wrong path and got caught by bad consequences? I have.
Monday, January 4, 2010
A Slice of Happiness
A Slice of Happiness
By Malia Griffin
I believe even in the darkest times you will always find the light.
All I wanted in the whole wide world was a puppy. A yorkie puppy to be exact but it had to be a girl, so we could name it Sophie. But here’s the catch, my dad doesn’t want one. Even when I begged and pleaded, the answer was no. When I started 2nd grade, on came the letters.
My teacher Mrs. Geese taught us how to write letters. We all made letters and she mailed them. Of course mine was on how badly I wanted a dog. Here’s an example that my Dad can be mean when he wants to: When he got my letter he through it away. At school when we journaled, I wrote about how badly I wanted a dog. I wanted a dog so badly; I was frustrated with my Dad.
So my Dad got me to stop asking for a dog 24/7, but who said I didn’t still ask? I thought about my dog all the time. I spelled old wrong in spelling; I got 3 when I added 2+2. My mind was on the dog, not school. At the same time I felt my family didn’t care about me. I ignored my dad for the rest of the day, but could not stand that he wouldn’t get me a dog.
I grumpily walked in the door. I got a snack and watched TV while I ate it. My cat wearily greeted me with a purr, than fell asleep on my lap. I looked at him and thought about how my dog would do that too. Then a thought came to mind, I would get my dog myself.
It’s Christmas break and I’m very happy. ‘wanna know why? Tomorrow is Christmas Eve! I still didn’t have my dog but I think my Dad almost caved. As I sit and look at our Christmas tree, which we decorated with tinsel and ornaments, I think about what? My dog! I just hope that my dog will be here by Christmas. That would be the best gift ever!
It’s Christmas Eve and on Christmas Eve we open one present. Usually it’s clothes. I opened my present and I had gotten a cute nightgown. Then my dad said I had one more present. I probably looked confused, but he ignored it. So he ran out in the freezing cold and… He came back with my dog!
I grabbed my puppy and said “I’m going to call you Sophie”. I loved her, then my mom and brother came in with squeaky toys and a bed. It was the best Christmas Eve ever!! I love my dad and realized my family can show caring and compassion.
I still use this lesson as a reminder that my family loves me. Sophie is still with us, she is 4 now. And when I look at her it reminds me that my family loves me. My love and compassion for my family is never ending. About as never ending at the thank you’s for my puppy. I love my family, and my dog. I will always use this lesson.
By Malia Griffin
I believe even in the darkest times you will always find the light.
All I wanted in the whole wide world was a puppy. A yorkie puppy to be exact but it had to be a girl, so we could name it Sophie. But here’s the catch, my dad doesn’t want one. Even when I begged and pleaded, the answer was no. When I started 2nd grade, on came the letters.
My teacher Mrs. Geese taught us how to write letters. We all made letters and she mailed them. Of course mine was on how badly I wanted a dog. Here’s an example that my Dad can be mean when he wants to: When he got my letter he through it away. At school when we journaled, I wrote about how badly I wanted a dog. I wanted a dog so badly; I was frustrated with my Dad.
So my Dad got me to stop asking for a dog 24/7, but who said I didn’t still ask? I thought about my dog all the time. I spelled old wrong in spelling; I got 3 when I added 2+2. My mind was on the dog, not school. At the same time I felt my family didn’t care about me. I ignored my dad for the rest of the day, but could not stand that he wouldn’t get me a dog.
I grumpily walked in the door. I got a snack and watched TV while I ate it. My cat wearily greeted me with a purr, than fell asleep on my lap. I looked at him and thought about how my dog would do that too. Then a thought came to mind, I would get my dog myself.
It’s Christmas break and I’m very happy. ‘wanna know why? Tomorrow is Christmas Eve! I still didn’t have my dog but I think my Dad almost caved. As I sit and look at our Christmas tree, which we decorated with tinsel and ornaments, I think about what? My dog! I just hope that my dog will be here by Christmas. That would be the best gift ever!
It’s Christmas Eve and on Christmas Eve we open one present. Usually it’s clothes. I opened my present and I had gotten a cute nightgown. Then my dad said I had one more present. I probably looked confused, but he ignored it. So he ran out in the freezing cold and… He came back with my dog!
I grabbed my puppy and said “I’m going to call you Sophie”. I loved her, then my mom and brother came in with squeaky toys and a bed. It was the best Christmas Eve ever!! I love my dad and realized my family can show caring and compassion.
I still use this lesson as a reminder that my family loves me. Sophie is still with us, she is 4 now. And when I look at her it reminds me that my family loves me. My love and compassion for my family is never ending. About as never ending at the thank you’s for my puppy. I love my family, and my dog. I will always use this lesson.
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