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Story of Obstacles PrologueStory of Obstacles Prologue by 8TeamFriends8
Hi everyone. My name is Bernice. I had first seen DeviantART since I was 10-years-old, along with YouTube to see some creative videos that I'd never seen before. I'm now 19-years-old for over 8 years (almost to be 9 years), I've been given the chance to experience the peforming arts about people's hopes, inspirations, characters, dreams, and their hearts. God somehow led me to a church called, "New Hope Leeward." I felt scared at first; but later I got so happy as I met so many friends. But here's something that you all haven't notice...
Like I said back from my cover, I know things got randomly OUT OF CONTROL! But it's just involuntarily went on SO impossible; I couldn't understand what is going. Until God left some clues, signs, and hints.. It led me to the real main idea of what is exactly going on and what is related to the bible. So, let me start from the beginning. My name is Bernice, and I will s
Epilepsy Awareness Day March 26th 2013The Purple TruthEpilepsy Awareness Day March 26th 2013 by Nichrysalis
March 26, known to the epileptic community as Purple Day, is a day to promote understanding and teach others the signs of epilepsy and seizures. As one of the most common neurological conditions in the world, directly affecting 65 million people globally, and with 1 out of 10 people having suffered a seizure in their lifetime, this condition has a real presence in our lives. What is epilepsy though?
Epilepsy is defined as a medical condition that produces seizures affecting a variety of mental and physical functions. Normal brain function is made possible by millions of tiny electrical charges passing between nerve cells in the brain and to all parts of the body. When someone has epilepsy, this normal pattern may be interrupted by intermittent bursts of electrical energy that are much more intense than usual.
A seizure, a symptom of epilepsy, occurs when a brief, strong sur
Suicides Learning To SpeakIt’s 6 a.m. A girl is beginning the journey back from Oz, anchored to life by the whirr and beep of machines and tubes. Above her emaciated body, nurses pace, write on clipboards, click their heels and purse their lips. She is oblivious. Her mind drifts in freefall, stuck in an eggshell skull wrapped in nasal gastric tubing and an oxygen pipe forced down her throat like a synthetic umbilical cord. Somewhere, neurotransmitters are sewing themselves back into conscious awareness. There is a person lost somewhere in that body. There is a mind overboard in a black sea, sending up a flare. The nurses are afraid that she will stay in there forever. A family jostles at the side of the bed in the cramped, generic hospital room. All the King’s horses and all the King’s men… I don’t need ruby shoes to find my way home. My name is Ruby, the nurses click their heels and my family makes the wish.Suicides Learning To Speak by Rosary0fSighs
I’m finding my way back to consciousness through the sound
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