The leprechaun dance
The storm that we all knew so well was coming. For days that is all we heard. How big it would be. How long the power could be out. Towers and houses would come down. Lives would be lost. Residents stockpiled candles, tinned foods and warm clothes. Critical patients were flown to hospitals inlands. And those who could left. The majority stayed.
I was on my way to Mark and his wife, who had once almost been my wife. The foolish attempt caused several misunderstandings and mischiefs on my behalf. I was neither young nor ignorant. My bipolar disorder was at that time uncontrollably and mostly horrific. My actions, due to the medication made me hallucinate.
Whilst I drove, I saw the train station. The station had turned
They would treat the wounded, and provide food and shelter and weapons if they had them. They helped Villa hide and escape, time after
The faced very dangerous situations, like raging rivers, horrible weather, hunger, diseases, injuries,and
When I first joined my church’s lion dance team, I had an empty skill set for lion dancing. My partner and I (two people per lion, a head and a tail) came to every practice full of energy and eager to learn from the best dancers, dubbed “Group 1,” on our team. Now, after years of dedication, we finally earned the “Group 1” title. Through this journey, I have developed a strong passion for lion dancing and hope to use my gifts to inspire my teammates to find their inner “Group 1”
First, they could have been less urgent and keep a better eye one the water. They could have paid more attention to the warnings. They could have gone slower than going full force. They could have taken shifts like someone works the first 12 hours. They could have prevented by more lifeboats so everyone can still be alive
I am one hundred percent Irish. I am very proud of my heritage and my culture. When both of my grandparents were eighteen they moved to America from two small towns in Ireland called, Lisacul and Kilmovee. Today, I still have many cousins and extended family in Ireland. I really look up to my grandparents for having the courage to come to America with nothing so that my mom, all her brothers, sisters and I could have a better life.
The forest would die and all the animals wouldn’t have a home. All the factories that were made polluted the air. All the water was poisoned by the oil and all the fish went to spoil. All the animals left and even the Once-ler's donkey.
Thomas broke up with me once he was accepted into college at the University of California Santa Barbara. He was going to be moving across the country, and I was going to be a senior in high school trying to figure out where I wanted to go to college. At the time he got accepted, I was falling in love with Thomas, but never told him. I was way too young and naive to tell him I loved him, and he knew this. On New Year’s Eve, Thomas told me there’s a pursuer and a settler in every relationship.
It was not unusual that people would die on this trip due to the
Call them free-spirited or spontaneous, one thing that I’ve learned about dancers, is that in general they are not particularly partial to organization and sticking to schedules. Don’t get me wrong, my peers in the pre-professional dance company I travel with exude talent and are generally professional, but when they are together they are together that passion undergoes a synergistic reaction resulting into chaos. Every time we attempt to form a conscious on a decision, I’m swiftly reminded why direct democracy is not a thing in America. Consequently, I was a bit apprehensive last year when I was one of the dancers put in charge of choreographing our goodbye dance to that year’s graduating seniors; a job that entitled wrangling all fifty-sixty
Because the crew members did not know how to proceed in an evacuation, it led to a devastating and undesired
It was March 6, and it was a really busy day. I was running around, in Splash Lagoon in Erie, PA and making sure everything was arranged correctly before all my guests arrived at 12:00 pm. I looked at my waterproof watch, as I stood in the kiddie pool with little slides and little fountain decorations set up in the 2 feet water and ready to be played with. “Hey little kid, watch out!” I yelled and hurried to the kid who almost ran into the table, that was placed in the middle of the water.
The novel Five Days at Memorial by Sheri Fink gives an inside view of what happened at Memorial Hospital during Hurricane Katrina (2005); a disaster inside of a disaster. The lack of preparedness or ethical decision making is quite disappointing, considering Memorial hospital is located in New Orleans, Louisiana. New Orleans is well below sea level, and experiences frequent hurricanes and flooding. Memorial hospital itself had little to no plan for evacuating patients once the storm hit. Without power, many of the patients, especially those who were ventilator dependent, became at risk of death.
I have danced ballet since the age of three, but it was at thirteen that I experienced a moment not unlike a scene in a romance novel in which the characters are thunderstruck by the realization they are in love. Suddenly I realized that I wanted to dance more, and I wanted to dance forever, and I wanted to give ballet everything. I consider myself lucky amongst my peers: not many kids are afforded the opportunity to really and voluntarily sacrifice for the love of something as arbitrary as art. But ballet demands sacrifice, and I wouldn 't be me without it. When my father 's kidneys failed, I danced.
They would break the winds and try to burn everything possible. Cars were beaten completely and were lit on fire because dangerously explosive. And to think this all had to do
Meaning less water coming in and it would have gave more time for rescue ships to get there.