Disaster strikes when we least expect it and when we’re the least prepared. Life or death situations that leave us wondering “why?”. My own brush with death still puzzles me to this day; why was everything so slow? The car ride was slick in the dead of winter. The winding road looked wet from the previous rain storm, but instead was covered with a thin layer of black ice. The old ford lurched off the road and climbed a hill adjacent to the road, only to roll back down and land roof first into the icy terrain. As I was hanging upside down, dangling by my seatbelt, I could feel blood dripping onto my face. I remember the buzzing in my head, my mom screaming my name, but I couldn’t reply. Everything was in slow motion. The firefighters shining light into my eyes, the ambulance sirens blaring, my dad rushing to us after hearing the news. In Amanda Ripley’s The Unthinkable, she explores why disasters happen and what happens in people's mind during these events. She places these actions on her Survival Arc, which she created through research. You could experience denial, deliberation or the decisive moment during disaster. Our bodies have certain hard-wired physical responses which allows us to all …show more content…
Common in scuba divers and firefighters, people will rip their oxygen source away from their mouth in a panic, a strange bodily reaction. Ripley states “the other divers saw Stich...rip his air regulator out of his mouth for no reason” (160). The same tragedy occurs in firefighters on the job “who are on occasion found dead with their oxygen tanks in good-working order” (Ripley 161). This fits Ripley’s arc of denial. These people believe that they are suffocating (when they in fact are not) and rip away their life source, they’re in denial about being OK. The consequence of this arc is fear. Divers and firefighters alike fear suffocation even when the mask “suffocating” them, is keeping them
“The Problem of Evil” by Peter van Inwagen, is a series of lectures that that presents van Inwagen’s various responses to problem of evil. In this essay, I will present “the local problem of evil” (from chapter 6 of the book), the solution van Inwagen proposes for this problem, and my critique of his solution. “The local problem of evil,” according to van Inwagen, is the hypothetical response an atheist would have towards van Inwagen’s solution of “the global problem of evil” which is, “If god existed, then why is there so much evil in the world?” The argument of “the local problem of evil” is “If god existed then why are there specific horrors that occur in the world, like children dying in a horrific car crash?” The argument that is drawn
In Cold Blood: Taking Safety for Granted What effect does tragedy have on a society? It causes panic and everyone in the area to be a little more careful. During In Cold Blood tragedy happens and in the small town where it occurs panic strikes, as a result the once very close and worry free townspeople became strangers to each other and didn’t feel the safety they once had. Prior to this murder the town thought nothing bad could ever happen to them.
Someone will die!’ ... I 'm shaking in every part of my body… I want to run and hide… Surely now they are shooting the stars from the sky!... I am so frightened and filled with grief that I can hardly breathe"(Staples,224-225).
Every blow sent a sharp searing jolt of my pain through my body. I remember lying there, unable to move. My entire face was throbbing and my chest was killing me. I heard the motor of the Mustang as they drove away,
In both cases of disasters evaluated here, PTSD was reported by numerous agencies to have been prevalent in massive numbers and impairing the lives and functionality of people who were directly involved and even those who were indirectly involved. The Lusitania disaster was especially disturbing which was intensified by the haunting images of mass graves that scattered newspapers for weeks and months following the disaster. These images served as a means for the people who had suffered direct trauma from the disaster to be forced to relive the events further leading to their suffering and ultimately enhancing their symptoms of PTSD. Nicoletta F. Gullace of the Journal of Social Histories (2005) reveals “By all measures the sinking of the Lusitania
“All of a sudden there were people screaming. I saw people jumping out of the building. Their arms were flailing. I stopped taking pictures and started crying. ”-
As were turning around all I could see was my life flash before my eyes. I thought I was dead at that moment. But then I realized I was still breathing. I wasn’t dead, but somebody else was. It was hard to
I remember seeing the eye of Hurricane Katrina on tv as it spiraled towards the coast of Louisiana. Suddenly, my body began to shiver, heart pounding overwhelmed with fear, my mind clouded with negative thoughts creating false scenarios thinking the world was about to end. Eventually, I manage to snap out of my trance-like state and run upstairs to my bedroom to pack clothes. I scanned my room looking for my Powerpuff girls backpack and rapidly started packing everything from shirts, jeans, pajamas, and undergarments cramming as much as I could into my bag. Afterwards, I dashed downstairs to unite with my older brother and mother.
As the plane is swirling down toward the ground, I hear people screaming and babies crying. I hold onto my seat and just pray we hit the ground and everyone is safe. My stomach is flipping every which way, my eyes are clenched shut, and my hands have a death grip on my arm rests. When we finally hit the ground I heard nothing, felt nothing, and everything went
I felt like I was plummeting to my death as the wind whipped all around me. For a brief moment, my body was vertical to the ground and I felt as if we were going to flip into a forward roll. Just at that moment, the cables snapped tight and we went swinging like a pendulum. My eyes were sealed shut. I continued screaming as we swung back and forth several times.
My lungs were burning, my knees stung, and my legs screamed with every step. I knew I had to keep on running. The crowd was roaring, but my breathing was loud enough to drown out the noise. Suddenly out of nowhere there was a girl at my side, I remembered her, and she played dirty. Keeping my temper in check I tried to push on, but she didn’t give up and sent me crashing to the ground.
In this case the survivors encountered psychological issues that arose from the disaster that could not simply be “readdressed”. This case involved one of the deadliest floods in the nation’s history, killing a total of 125 people and injuring over 1,000(stern, 1). Many people lost their homes and their property. About 600 people decided to sue the Pittston coal mining company for the damages (stern, 2). The outcome of the case resulted in a $13.5 million settlement between the company and the plaintiffs (stern, 269).
I decided that I better go talk to someone or else I would be depressed. I planted my cold hands to the metal bars and balanced my weight. After a clank and a boom I realized that something most went terribly wrong. I probably leaned forward a little bit and hopped down with my nose banging against the metal bar. As I hit the ground filled with brown colored mulch, tears swarmed around my face.
The summer rays beating down on the sun dried grass, the faint ring of the tune of an ice cream truck is fading as it gets farther and farther away from our car. Mom and Dad are playing the license plate game in the front seat while I pull my white beaten up earbuds out of my pocket. As I am skipping through my playlist, I hear a quick scream that is soon cut off by a crash then everything fades. That is a day I will never forget, I can still remember every detail, being carried away by the paramedics, covered in glass shards and debris from the crash. A car had spun out of control and and sent us tumbling off the the long backroad into a nearby ditch.
As I was awakened from a deep sleep, my aunt was yelling “get all your stuff we have to leave.” I didn’t fully understand what was going on by the way I was awakened. It was five o’clock in the morning when I heard my cousin on the other end of the phone saying “we have to leave New Orleans now, the hurricane is going to hit and we will not be safe here.” I never thought I would have to pack up and leave my home because of a natural disaster. As I gather the things that would fit in the small purple suitcase I was still in disbelief of what was going to take place.