You know those days where you are craving some particular food, but know that is probably one of the most unheathiest foods ever? Well I have those days alot and I'm not going to lie, I love FOOD! I read an article on the internet about America's Worst Mall Foods. Studies have shown that the more temptation people resist, the harder it becomes to continue resisting. Just a statistic, in the food court at the resturant Panda Express, you can get orange chicken with 500 calories, 27g of fat and 42carbs in it. Now that doesn't sound too, too bad, but once you add your sides and extra chicken and rice with that, you're looking at about 75 percent of your daily needs. For just ONE meal! Is that really worth it? It defiantely could be on occasion or once in a while, but healthier choices are ALWAYS better. Stat: The worst slice of pizza is from Sbarro. One slice of their pepperoni pizza is 810 calories and they didn't even put the grams of fat or carbs/sodium because I'm guessing it is so high! Worst Breakfast: one carmel pecanbun for Cinnabon is 1,100 calories and 141 carbs Worst Mall food in America: From quiznos the large tuna melt with dressing and cheese is 1,820 calories with 85g carbs and 147g fat. yikes!
Sorry if I ruined anyone eating at the mall's food court again, but I just thought it was interesting to actually see what we were intaking from these fast-food places. When we get hungry at the mall, this is what we go for, or just even "oh that looks good!" "I want that!" It's tempting I know!
This title really caught my eye, Baby's killing 'a waste of two lives'. There was a picture of a young girl named Nicole Beecroft, and so I read this article. It is obvious that the story is about a girl named Nicole Beecroft who killed a baby or something like that just from the title and picture. When I read the first sentence of the article, my mouth dropped. I was amazed to hear that this girl had planned the death of her newborn baby daughter. She stabbed the poor thing more than one hundred times and not just that, but then threw the baby's body into a trash can outside of her house!!!!!! Nicole Beecroft deffinately had issues, panicked, did not know what to do, and was clearly not ready to have a baby. The judge found Beecroft guilty of first-degree murder and sentenced her to life in prison. "I'm really sad," County Attorney Doug Johnson said outside the courtoom afterward. "It's a waste of two lives." One life is thrown away in jail, and the other is dead. Judge Johnson said he thinks it's the first trial he's seen in the twenty-two years he's worked for Washington County. This is an awful, horrible, tummy sickening story and I could not believe this teenage girl would do such a thing. How in the world could you ever have the guts to so that. One great lesson i learned from this story was to never panic and always handle things in a mature manner to get the best outcomes of situations.
There are myths to everything and every topic. As reading the newspaper, i noticed the five myths about food. The first myth the article stated was, The American food supply has never been so dangerous. As the question, this is the least safe time in history for eating, right? remains in our minds, this is wrong. In the 1850's and 1900's in Washington or New York, you would try to buy vinegar and you are sold sulfuric acid. Or your peas come greened with copper, which is giving you a dose of heavy metal poisoning with every bite. Spices are stacked with bread crumbs or sawdust and children's candies are colored with poisonous lead. The list goes on forever. The second myth is that Packaged foods are safer. Alot of us know that a Snakwells cookie isn't as healthy as a fresh carrot. In fact, packaged food is potentially less safe than unpackaged food because it passes through lots of hands before it reaches the consumer (us). Labels are reassuring when they tell the truth but plenty of packaged food is mislabeled. The third myth is People who buy organic food don't have to worry. This is false as well because not all organic food is created alike. Organic beef is not necessarily from grass-fed cows and organic apples may still have pesticide traces in them. Apparently there have been numerous cases of organic food fraud in recent years. The fourth myth is, Science makes our food less healthy and last but not least, Eating safely comes down to individual behavior because if you wash poultry or fruits and vegetables under hot water, it will not be safer or kill more germs. Just take the responsiblity to wash your fruits and vegetables and be careful with what foods you are comsuming.
So during thanksgiving break, I will be honest and did not do too much reading. Instead of blogging about the book, Just Listen, I read an article in the newspaper. The article is about students and how flu shots could help your grades. According to the article a U of M study shows that vaccinated students not only miss fewer classes but also do better on tests and classwork. Here are some percentages of vaccinated students: 46 percent less likely to miss a class. 40 percent less likely to botch an assignment. 47 percent less likely to have a bad test. 47 percent less likely to have to go to the doctor.
The flu is an illness that can knock college students out of school for up to a week and there is a lot of lost learning. Doctors surveyed rougly 20,000 students and on average, thirty percent who were vaccinated reported better health and better performance at school and work compared with those who were not vaccinated. I believe that this year doctors have a new way of giving flu shots. They can give it to you through the nose. I am sure many would probably perfer this way because there isn't any pain involved. There is proof, because I did it nasaly this year and liked it so much more! I don't see why anyone would want to risk getting sick and be out of activities for up to a week...? Everyone should get flu shots or nasal shoots just to be safe! Also to help perform better, and do well in school.
I was appauled to read this article in the newspaper this morning... when i read it my jaw dropped. A driver was accused of dragging a trooper. A Robbinsdale man, who has been convicted six times of drunken driving and aressted very many times while intoxicated, stays in jail after he is accused of dragging a trooper about fifty feet while trying to get away. His name is Derek Alan Thompson and he's thirty six years old. He was charged with felony first-degree drunken driving and fleeing an officer. He was also charged with fourth-degree felony assault which was filed in Hennepin County District Court. Since his first conviction of driving drunk, he's had eleven other convictions, including fleeing a police officer, having no driver's license, careless driving and refusing to take a chemical test. Now here's the most recent story, apparently a state trooper stopped to help him because Derek seemed to be stranded. His jeep hood was up and Thompson claims he was trying to figure out why his car stalled but eventually got it to start. Dan Dixon, trooper, noticed Thompson was having trouble keeping his balance, his eyes were watery and his sppech was slurred. Thompson refused to take a field sobriety test but agreeed to take a breath test and had a blood-alcohol level of 0.237 percent, when the legal limit is 0.08, Yikes!!! That is very high. Then, when Dixon put his under arrest he punched the trooper and ran back to his Jeep. The officer tried to taser his, but failed so he reached into the car and was dragged 40-50 feet. Eventually he was caught by many squad cars after he crashed into a fence. How can you do this so many times and not understand that it is dangerous, dumb, and clearly insane. Thompson should've understood the first time he got a DWI conviction that it was not a good thing, and to not do it again. Lesson here is to think before you act and learn from YOUR mistakes.
There is this one book that I have always wanted to read that just sits on my lamp post every night called, Just Listen. So since we are blogging, I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to start it.
So far, so good. It is about a girl named Annabel Greene who has everything. Well at least that is how she comes off as and how people know her.. she is a model, popular cheerleader, top student, and prom queen with lots of friends. In reality though, she has nothing. When she got in a huge fight with her friend Sophie, she doesn't have a best friend anymore, and there is no peace what so ever at home. Her older sister has an eating disorder and that pretty much preoccupies the family's time. Annabel doesn't have anyone to let her feelings out, or to tell what's on her mind. At Annabel's school there is always lots of drama and rumors always flying around... I feel bad for her because everyone thinks she has everything, but really has nothing. That just says that you should never make fun of or be mean to anyone, because you never know what their life is like back home.
I was reading the outdoors section of the star tribune and noticed some people wearing bright, neon orange outfits. I read it because my dad and brother hunt, so I became interested. Since the law in Minnesota has changed and now ten and eleven year olds can hunt, a little boy, named Nick Dryer joined his dad and thirteen year old brother's hunting group. Their group had hunted together for the past thirty years and Nick had always wanted to hunt with them from age five. Nick and his family are from Victoria and hunt near Brainerd. (Which is right by my cabin!) Anyways, Nick shot this eight-point, 200-pound buck on the opening morning. He took only ONE shot from his 270-caliber rifle, and this was the biggest buck the group had ever seen! "It was a pretty exciting experience for all of us", said his dad. I think this is incredible, especially because I have never heard or seen a buck that large, and also this boy, Nick, is only eleven years old... quite frankly in my opinion that is a very young age to be hunting. "FIRST TIME IS A CHARM, apparently."
To tell the truth, whenever i open up the newspaper, all i see and read about is our new president OBAMA. i am not going to lie, but i am getting somewhat annoyed. Not because I don't care about our country's leader but because that's all ive been hearing about. I guess i will write my blog today about what i did read on our new president, however i was pretty interested in this article... Barak Obama's father apparently was born in central Kisumu, kenya (which i did not know) and when Obama visited south africa he seemed to be very popular. Many africans are conviced that Obama's victory is going to put them into the world's spotlight. The question the article states though is, "Will a president who inherits two wars and a deepening global recession really usher in an era of hope for the world's poorest continent?" some think that there will be a tremendous change economically, socially and politically. all i want to say is that just because a black man is the president of the US shouldn't mean that it will now solve the solutions to all the blacks around the world. as Nigerian sen. iyabo obasanjo bello recalls, "we are putting too much hope and expectations on one man to save the black race."
I read a article in the newspaper about fireworks. "At fireworks shed, pops, then booms, 'like a cannon'. An explosion at a firework manufacturing building in a rural Dodge county, a man was seriously burned. This was twelve years after another explosion occurred in a firework factory he owned that killed a woman. Harrison Freeman, seventy-two years old, was taken by a helicopter to the burn unit at Regions Hospital in St. Paul. He was in critical condition and the only person in the fireworks building. Neighbors did not realize what happened because they were used to hearing crackling noises and loud sounds coming from the shed in Ripley Township, about fifteen miles from Owatonna. Freeman's next door neighbor, Sid Schroeder, heard the loud bangs and booms and her husband, Kerry, was outside getting ready to go hunting when the explosion blew him right off his feet. Freeman turned out to be fine.
I was reading a little bit in the star tribune and flipping through the pages when i came along a small article that was titled will you have a side of nachos with that? Anything with food seems to catch my mind so i started reading it. Apparently, in lakewood, colorado a couple found a very unusual topping on their tacos. It turned out to be a small bag of marijuana. The couple called the police after they had discovered the drugs from a Del Tacfo restaurant. Twenty-six year old Dennis Klermund, who the poilce said was waiting on the husband when he pucked up the food and Dennis is now charged with possession of marijuana and drug paraphernalia (which means personal belongings). Obviously Klermund denied any knowledge of the bag at first, but later admitted the bag was meant for a friend after a search dog found more marijuana in a locker of him, police said. He now no longer works at the restaurant said his owner, Ulises Montero.
One summer day in 1996, Hans Ohlin, the fifty-year old chief of coronary care at the University of Lund Hospital in Sweden, sat down in his office with a stack of two thousand two hundred and forty electrocardiograms. Each test result consisted of a series of wavy lines, running from left to right on a letter size page of graph paper. Ohlin read them alone so that he would not be disturbed and scanned them one at a time, seperating them into two piles according to whether or not he thought that the patient was having a heart attack at the time the electrocardiogram was recorded. To avoid fatigue and inattention, he did his work over the course of a week, sorting through the EKGs in shifts no longer than two hours. He wanted no careless errors because the stakes were too high. Hans was going head to head with a computer. The electrocardiogram is one of the most common of diagnostic tests performed more than fifty million times a year in the United States alone. Electrodes are placeed on the skin to puck up the low-vlotage electrical impulses that travel through the heart muscle, and then those impulses are reflected in the waves on a EKG printout. The theory behind an EKG is that in a heart attack a portion of the muscle dies, causing the electrical impulses to change course when they travel around the dead tissue. Sometimes those changes are obvious more than they are subtle or in medical argot, "nonspecific".
Hank Goodman was a former orthopedic surgeon. He's fifty-six years old and 6'1'' with thick brown hair and outsized hands. He is calm and confident, he is a man used to fix bones. At one time, before his license was taken away, he was a highly respected surgeon. "He could do some of the best, most brilliant work around," one of his orthopedic partners had told Atul. When other doctors needed an orthopedist for family and friends, they called him. For more than a decade, Hank was among the busiest surgeons in his area. But somewhere along the way things started to go wrong. He began to cut corners, became sloppy and patients started to get hurt or very severly hurt. Colleagues who had once admired him grew apalled. One horrible thing, is that it was years before he was told to stop. When people hear of bad doctors they usually hear about awful, discusting, cruel people like Harold Shipman who murdered fifteen patients with lethal doses of narcotics or Johns Ronald Brown who worked without a license and amputated a mans left leg when he was perfectly healthy. This wasn't the problem though with Goodman. He was simply just growing old and senile and wouldn't retire. I don't know if it's beecause he loves the job or just won't admit to himself that he needs to quit. But when people are getting hurt or possibly even dying and your whole status goes down, that could be a big sign to stop working. One lesson I learned is to listen to your body and let it stop when it needs to.
In the reading today there was a quote that said, "They had to learn how to operate in a much reduced space." I can relate this to many things in life. First, I went on a trip to Kentucky last summer with my dad and we brought a tent that was the suitable for one person. Of course both of us had to sleep in it and the first couple nights were very rough, but I had to learn to deal with it because that was the size of the tent and amount of space I would be sleeping in for the rest of the week. Second, there were many conflicts with this reduced space because there were several surgeons that had to be doing the surgery at a time. With a small space like that, it could be very difficult to get the tools needed and move around without knocking things over or running into them. Since this was their job and were forced to work in a smaller space, they had to put up with it and couldn't complain if they wanted to keep their job. Life is short and there are many other things worse than a smaller work space!
I was thinking about it the other day and asked myself, "what if I were one of those patients that were tested on, or one of those patients who was one of the first to do surgery on that had never been done before?..." To me that is a very scary thought. There is always something new coming out, and new technology, tools, etc. Something could always go wrong, even when a doctor is performing a surgery they have done thousands of times. I read something very interesting; there is a defect where the child is born with their heart's outflow vessels transposed, which means that the aorta emerges from the right side instead of the left of the heart and the artery to the lungs emerges from the left instead of the right. Now, as a result to this defect, blood coming in is pumped right back out to the body rather than first being pumped to the lungs, to be oxygenated. This is unsurvivable. The babies died blue, fatigued and never knowing what it was to get enough breath. Surgeons being as smart as they are came up with a procedure called the Senning procedure (creating a passage inside the heart to let blood from the lungs cross backward to the right heart) which allowed children to live into adulthood. Unfortunately, the patients' hearts eventually failed.
Spider man is probably one of my favorites because he saves so many lives. Plus he looks cool and can pretty much do anything.
I like this photo because it shows so many different super-heroes. They all look so strong, confident and powerful with their stances.
"Extraordinary powers and abilities, relevant skills, and/or advanced equipment. Although superhero powers vary widely, superhuman strength, the ability to fly, enhanced senses, and the projection of energy bolts are all common. Some superheroes, such as Batman and the Question possess no superhuman powers but have mastered skills such as martial arts and forensic sciences."
This is an interesting piece of information and pretty awesome that they are all a little different in their own way. I also never knew that Batman didn't have any superhuman powers...
This is simply a video showing some super-hereos, nothing too special, but I gotta say that the music sounds very heroic.
SONG LYRICS BY BONNIE TYLER Where have all the good men goneAnd where are all the gods?Where's the street-wise HerculesTo fight the rising odds?Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?Late at night I toss and turn and dreamof what I need[Chorus]I need a heroI'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the nightHe's gotta be strongAnd he's gotta be fastAnd he's gotta be fresh from the fightI need a heroI'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning lightHe's gotta be sureAnd it's gotta be soonAnd he's gotta be larger than lifeSomewhere after midnightIn my wildest fantasySomewhere just beyond my reachThere's someone reaching back for meRacing on the thunder end rising with the heatIt's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet[Chorus]Up where the mountains meet the heavens aboveOut where the lightning splits the seaI would swear that there's someone somewhereWatching meThrough the wind end the chill and the rainAnd the storm and the floodI can feel his approachLike the fire in my blood
If you just read these lyrics and don't sing it or go along with the tune, it sounds like the person is relying on the hero and they are waiting for one (hero) to save their life. It is saying that the hero/heroine has to be strong, fast, sure, big and able to fight, and confident.
ARTICLE ABOUT HEROES WITHOUT POWERS We all know about all those superheroes with magnificent powers. Superman comes from another planet and possesses many powers beyond that of a mortal man. Peter Parker is bitten by a radioactive spider and now has the enhanced abilities of an arachnid. The Incredible Hulk gets dosed with gamma rays and becomes a hulking monster impervious to pain. There are tons of characters just like this that possess amazing abilities that allow them to do what normal human beings can’t do. But what about those heroes that go out there in costumes every day with no powers? And no, I’m not talking about real life heroes, like policemen, firemen, doctors, the military and the like. I’m talking about fictional characters with nothing more than skills, tools or intelligence that fight crime against powered villains having no powers themselves. The most obvious example of this is DC Comics’ Batman. Bruce Wayne is a rich boy with nothing but money and intelligence, but through diligence, perseverance and extensive training, he develops the skills and buys the tools necessary to do the job. And because of that ingenuity he has become one of the most iconic heroes today. Then there’s marvel comics ironman, who is another rich, intelligent guy with a lot of tools. But unlike Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark doesn’t submit himself to years of training. Instead, he builds a powered suit that does all the hard work for him. What about The Punisher? If you can call him a hero. He has nothing but a lot of guns and explosives and some former police training at his disposal, yet he wipes the city clean of thieving scum night after night. Then there’s Daredevil, who is blind, but has heightened senses and extensive martial art skills. Even with a disability, the man manages to go out every night to one of the worst areas in the country and fight crime with all his might. The list goes on and on. While there are far more super powered heroes flying, swimming and running around, there are a good number of heroes with no powers, but a heart and determination to do the right thing. So who is the greater hero? The man who can lobotomize you just by looking at you all the while bouncing bullets off his chest, or the guy wearing purple tights with nothing but a quiver of arrows to shoot at you? You tell me.
So there are hereos with a heart that are determined to do the right thing and the good thing and then there are some with many super powers that help them save the world. It's hard to say which I would want. No powers or powers? Defiantely powers, but also a heart and wanting to the right thing.
Conclusion: i think that I have already come to a conclusion about superheroes. Many have powers past the human ability whether it is stamina like the Hulk or stregth like Spider man. There are good superhereos and then not so good ones who could be considered as Villains. Superheroes can have weapons such as shooting pistols from their chest or superb technology yet some can have human abilities such as be able to fight off burglurs with their own hands. Heroes really are amazing and can help so many people and save so many lives. However I believe anyone can be a hero!
I would absolutely love to be in your position right now. You really made a wonderful choice deciding to publish this book. I have already learned so much! What kind of thoughts run through your mind everyday? Do you get nightmares from surgeries you do? What is it like learning from former doctors, do you have a fun time? I could go on and on with asking you questions. I am planning on attending a great college and being a doctor. There isn't a set topic though on what I would like to do... With some of the things you tell me on how much practice you have to do, and how difficult a few of the procedures were makes me a little nervous though, because I don't want to spend most of my life being taught and learning/studying. Is it worth it? The way you are telling about your life makes it so much more interesting to me because you are living the life of being in residency and it gives me a little bit of feel on what it could be like. Complications seems to fit the title of this book very nicely. There are and always will be complications in life and with human beings, nothing is perfect.
Atul and his sister grew up in a small town of Athens, Ohio and both of his parents were doctors. His mother was a pediatrician part-time while his dad was able to practice urology (the study of the urine and the genitourinary tract in health and disease). His father became very busy and successful. One thing that I thought was kind of amazing and cool to see it actually be true was when Atul said that three-quarters of what he did in his surgery, he never learned in residency. This shows how much you learn on your own and how important it is to apply your skills and smarts to as much as you can do. One thing that I really like about this book is how much I learn... and for my future of being a doctor! There is always new technology and techniques to things that if a doctor fails to adopt the new techniques this would mean they are denying patients medical advances.
Atul Gawande is the narrator of the novel and what he is doing is telling us about how he goes through residency to become a surgeon and practicing many times to be able get to that level. He is told by a former doctor during surgery, "you'll get it, it just takes practice." And to me, that could easily just be a life goal. Everything you want to get better at or succeed in takes practice. Just like the saying "practice makes perfect". Being in the medical field is not an easy thing to accomplish/do and it takes many years, hours and plenty of time to get to a highly ranked position. Atul has trouble with one surgery in particular. Its where he sticks a long, fat needle under the clavical of the patient and to a vein to get blood. As he watched Doctor S. in surgery (this is the way they are taught) he gets to try it himself. She of course comes in to make sure he is doing everything right, and Atul had already forgotten some steps before even starting. Atul feels horrible and that he will never be able to do it... althought it is not an easy surgery. He could not get over the fact that he was jabbing a needle so deeply and blindly into someone's chest.
I am reading a book called Complications by Atul Gawande. One of the reasons I chose to read it was because I want to be a doctor when I grow up and it's all about medical things. Atul Gawande is a surgical resident at a hostpital in Boston and a staff writer on medicine and science. The first sentence is awesome and already grabs my attention... as it says, "I was once on trauma duty when a young man about twenty years old was rolled in, shot in the buttock. His pulse, blood pressure, and breathing were all normal. A clinical assistant cut the clothes off him with heavy shears, and i looked him over from head to toe, trying to be systematic but quick about it. I found the entrance wound in his right cheek, a neat, red, half-inch hole. I could find no exit wound. no other injuires were evident." Now this is only the introduction... and from what I have read so far, I cannot even put the book down. They took X-rays of this man, his pelvis, abdomen, and all of his chest but found no bullet anywhere (this was very odd). When they cut him open there wasn't any blood anymore and it seemed to be all fine. The doctors then sewed him up and a couple days later pulled up previous X-rays and found the bullet to be lodged in the upper right quadrant of his abdomen. There wasn't any explanation for this and they couldn't figure out how a half-inch-long lead bullet went from his buttock to his upper belly without injuring anything... He was in the hospital for the next week and the docs left everything alone.
I will actually admit that this is one of the few books I somewhat enjoy. When I don't have an interest in the book, I can never really follow along, or I get lost in what I am reading. I chose to compare and contrast Loyd and Codi. Codi is one the those people who can't find herself. She doesn't know where to begin, but I feel as if Loyd has made somewhat of a influence on her. Loyd is a guy who Codi had a pretty rough history with. She dated him and he treated her badly... As Codi moved back to Grace, Arizona to help her ill father, become a biology teacher and see her old high school friends, you can see some of the changes she is going through. Loyd and Codi's relationship has definately changed. He treats her well now, and you can tell that they like each other. He takes her on trips, to meet his family, to old ancient buildings, and many more interesting places. Codi says she wants to be taken in my someone or something and feel wanted, but the obsticle I see throughout the reading is that she feels likes she can't leave Grace, AZ, her home town; She doesn't know exactly what she wants for herself. That all goes back to belonging. I think Codi lacks three things in particular. That is belonging because she doesn't know where she belongs and who she is as a person, setting goals because she doesn't have any goals she has set for herself and Codi does not have a high self-esteem or confidence by the way she acts (I think that makes it difficult as well.) Codi and Loyd are different because he is a mixed Indian, a hard laborer, outgoing, and a gambler who does cockfighting. She is a shy girl, very secretive, well educated, and tall. Codi is so secretive that she doesn't even tell her sister/bestfriend, Hallie that she was pregnant and had a miscarriage. How weird is that? Codi is also a very dependent person. When Hallie moved away to help others and the crops in Nicaragua, she didn't know what or where to go for herself. I feel like she just relied on Hallie for her desicions. I want the best for Codi and I hope she can find her way making good desicions and decide what to do for herself and not for Loyd or anyone else. Loyd, I think is a good influence on her and I have good feelings about their future... although she needs to find herself and look for where she belongs. During the reading I tried to look for hints as to where she might be finding "self"... one that stood out to me is the way she talks to Loyd. It seems that she is more open and comfortable about who she is. I think Loyd has changed alot from when they were in highschool, and they would be a great couple.
I read an article in The Luthern magazine about a woman named Mildred Wilson. She lived a basic life and moved in the 1950's to a farm in Breckenridge, Minnesota, members of that church welcomed her and her husband, Ellert. The Wilsons lived in an apartment above a local prison where Mildred cooked and prepared food for the prisoners and Ellert served as deputy sheriff. They were both very careful about saving and values of modest living because they grew up during the Depression. Mildred died and her congregation received surprising news. For many years, Mildred had been saving and accumulated farmland assests to share one day with her congregation and ELCA churchwide ministries. With Mildred's careful planning, she was able to leave a significant gift in her will to the Breckenridge Luthern Church and the ministries that meant so much to her. ELCA World Hunger, a ministry within the church and helps the root causes of hunger and poverty was also left with a substantial gift. "I suppose it went back to living through the Depression," said one of her family friends. Mildred was dedicated to helping others because she knew what it was like to go without. Like my dad always says, "Give more and you'll recieve more." I guess I have never really understood that quote that he always tells me but as I read this article it showed that it is true. Mildred Wilson made differences in thousands of peoples lives and I am sure they are so greatful for it. She wasn't a rich person but she was rich in the way of helping others in the world and in ways that only Jesus and her lawyer were aware of. Anybody can make a difference in the world with a planned gift. You don't have to be a millionaire, what she has done is an everyday, ordinary miracle. One quote that I really liked from the reading was, "Her dollars will multiply like the story of the loaves and fishes when they are used among the hungry."
I would like to describe myself as being a helpful person. I love to help others; it makes me feel great inside! At home, I don't even need to be asked to do the dishes or clean my room anymore… the job is already done before my parents start the complaining. There is never a time I am not willing to help or give advice to somebody. If anybody needs to talk, I'll be there to listen. When things need to be done, I'll be there to get them accomplished. When I get the opportunity or time, it is always my pleasure to help out. One thing I like is the responsibility of taking care of another. My grandma often times needs help; I can easily walk to her house and help her with the gardens in her backyard. Plus why not, I'm sure everybody can take 10 minutes out of their day to feel the same way I do when I am being a helpful person!
i do comp cheer and an elite team, i love to hang out with friends, i don't like doing homework and i love SUMMERTIME! i have also grown to like coffee with black cherry cream!!
