What if?

What if

What is she hadn't died,

I might still be happy.

What if she was still here with me,

I could share my joy with her.

What if she stood beside me all the time,

I would cherish every moment with her.

What if no one had to die?

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

     Post traumatic stress disorder, otherwise known as PTSD, is a very serious disorder. Without the right treatment, a person with PTSD is likely to develop a drug or alcohol problem. PTSD is commonly form in War veterans. About  one out of every seven service members will be diagnosed with this disease. Also PTSD is not just an psychological, but it is a biologically based condition with the body's stress-response system in overdrive. Even though it seems that the most common reason why people develop Post Traumatic Stress is because of the war, but that is not true. The number one leading cause of PTSD is auto mobile accidents. PTSD can develop in anyone who has been through a terribly frightening, life-threatening, or highly unsafe experience. Post Traumatic Stress is very serious and should not be overlooked. It could really change someone's life for the worse and needs medical attention right away. The sooner a person with PTSD gets help, the less likely they will get themselves involved with others problems. 

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Road of Life

     Life is a journey. A person's journey might be down the street or across the world. Each person travels on a road though. And at each stop sign is happiness. The stop sign is your moment of happiness in life. But you can only stop at that stop sign for a little bit because you have to continue on your journey. As you start moving, a tragedy comes along. And that tragedy just ruins your happiness. And you move along the road with the tragedy on your shoulders. But up ahead is your stop sign, happiness! You have to get through the hard parts in order to see the good in your journey. 

Imagine Life Peaceful

     Marie always wanted to know what the world would be like peaceful. She wanted to know what the world would be like without war, without fighting, without poverty. If only she could live in a life nonviolent, calm, and quiet. But then Marie realized, she loved life how it is and would not change it. 

Is The White House Battle Over?

I do not think that you can completely deside who everyone is actually going to vote for on election day. People might say that they are going to vote for one person, but something might could happen to our country. And if something does happen, the other canidate might have a better plan for they issue and would help the country more. Our economy is not doing to well right now, and John McCain might come up with a better plan by the time elections come, and he could possibly change the minds of many citizens. Also people could be lying, causing the electoral votes to be off. No one can really say who is going to win really until the actual election day. The election is weeks away and everything can change. Theres really no way to deside a major choice before the actual day.

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My Chair

My chair is one of the most important parts of my life. It tells me right from wrong, who are friends or enemies, and about life and death.  I got my chair as a present when I was born. My chair is just as old as I am, with just as many flaws. The color of my chair did not hold up to well. It was hot pink in the beginning, but it has faded now into a pale pink. And over the years it has become weaker and weaker, yet my chair refuses to fall apart. But my chair is very comfy, I could lay on it all day. My chair used to recline back really far, but now it is older and can not move as much. It's tired and missing pieces but it never breaks at all. My chair has been it many funerals, especially when it was younger. I can feel it wanting to give out during the hard times like these, but it pulls itself together and stays strong.  Through the years it has it traveled to many baby showers, and has watched new beginnings grow. It watches the end to some, but beautiful beginning to others. My chair has just a few scribbles around the arm rest that refuses to come off or be forgotten about. This chair is known to few people, but the few who know love my chair. They think my chair is amazing in so many ways. My chair is sometimes forgotten about, but it never lets anyone forget about it for too long.  My chair reminds me how great my life is and to always keep looking on the brighter side. It also points me in the right direction every single time. I love my chair and I would never go anywhere without it. 

Through the eyes of Mrs. Das

     Today was a very interesting day on our vacation. We were planning on traveling to the Sun Temple at Konarak this afternoon. Mr Kapasi was the name of our tour guide. He was a very nice man and was very helpful throughout the day. He was looking forward to the Sun Temple as well as us.  But the car was very hot, considering it had to air-conditioning in it.  On our way there we saw many monkeys. In India they call them hanuman. Mr Kapasi stopped and we got a picture of them. Tina was bugging the whole time to let make paint her nails, so I eventually quickly slopped on a coat of color.  Mr. Kapasi also works as an interpreter, which is such a romantic job. He told me about the stories he had listened to at the doctor’s. Everyone was so busy with other things, it just seemed like Mr. Kapasi and I were having a private conversation. In the middle of the forever long car ride, we stopped and had some lunch with Mr. Kapasi.  He is such a great guy, loving and caring. If only my husband could be a little more like him. But after the very long ride, we finally arrived around 2:30pm. The temple was beautiful; I could not believe my eyes. The whole thing was a massive pyramid structure in the shape of a chariot. Mr. Kapasi explained much of the historic value of the temple to us. He was so sweet. But I loved the temple. It had so much history to it. And I was also very impressed with Mr. Kapasi’s knowledge of the temple. After the viewing the temple, we got back in the car for a nice long car ride. On the way back though, the family insisted to stop at some dwelling.  My husband wanted to take a picture of all of us so badly, but I was too tired to get out of the car. Plus I didn’t like the fact that monkeys were going to be all around me. While Mr. Kapasi and I waited in the car, somehow we got into the discussion of how Bobby is not Raj’s son. I’ve never told that to anyone, so I don’t even know how I spilled that.  But when I did tell Mr. Kapasi, he really had no input about it. He did not say anything, and it got me so annoyed. I thought he could help me, but he did nothing at all.  When I got very mad at him, I stormed over to my family leaving behind my crumbs. The monkeys attacked Bobby, but he lived and was fine. But in the back of my head I was so worried about Raj finding out about Bobby, what would my life be like after that?