Jessica M. Johnson
March 21, 2005
Medical Terminology
5th period
More Than Wordsby: Patricia M. Dashiell
Your words were spoken, and they hurt me. I don't think it mattered how you said it, they probably would have still hurt. Your word spoken either softly or harshly pierces my very soul. Whether or not you said what you did casually, without knowing, or purposely, hurt me more than anything else that you have ever done in the past.
I dread to hear the topic of your conversation. Every time I hear your taunts my skin crawls as if I was infested with termites, my eyes hurt, burning with the salt of my tears, and my hair stands on end as if I saw a mystical being.
Why do you talk to me the way you do? Don't you know we are brother and sister, mother and father, grandparent and grandchild for now and forever? This is what I ache to prove to you. We are bound together by earth, sea, and sky. Bound by life and death, the joy and despair of our lives. Beneath what you see here is the heart that you pierced, but if you're not careful will hurt you later.
The Plague, the Thorn, the Albatross
by: Patricia M. Dashiell
Crime can be described in three different ways. The first way is as a plague. Crime is the plague of the youth. Killing off the young in our community. It's like the Grim Reaper knocking at out front door. It takes any victim aging from one to twenty-one with no mercy. There will never be a cure for this horrible plague, for this horrible disease.
The second way crime can be described is as a thorn. Crime is called the thorn of our nation. It can be a wound given to us by loved ones or strangers alike. The pain is so immense, that there is usually lots of suffering. There will never be any healing, but the pain of pulling the thorn out of the wound instead.
The last way crime can be described, is as the albatross. Crime is lastly known as the albatross of the future. Clinging to the necks of the young and the old. It's an overwhelming burden, or a hindering weight pulling us back from the long journey ahead. But it doesn't matter how we define the word "crime", you always have to remember that out destinies are not craved in stone.
Clouded Visionby: Patricia M. Dashiell
Over the hunger of the outstretched hand in front of you are torn and tattered clothing. Over the torn and tattered clothing is piles of dirt and grim. But underneath the hunger lies the riches of a possibility. Underneath the torn clothing is a miraculously wealthy life that has yet to be lived. Under filth that lies in your quake is the treasure of a beating heart. Do you see any of the things that I just mentioned? No, actually you don't. The truth is in the eyes of the beholder.
Because over this wonderful treasure is filth, dirt and grime. Over the wealth of the life that was not yet lived is torn and tattered clothing. Over the riches of a brilliant possibility is the hunger of an outstretched hand. Do you see the filth, the torn clothes, and the outstretched hand? Of course you do. But you don't see the wonderful things that lie beneath what you see with the naked eye. The truth lies in the eye of the beholder.