I found out I was pregnant just three days shy of my eighteenth birthday. It all began with the words, "Honey, it broke". Not exactly the most romantic words that have ever been said to me. A simple, "That was great", would have been just fine. Little did I know those three words would change everything about my seemingly normal life.
Imagine being seventeen a senior in high school, co-captain on the cheerleading squad, starter, and all district player on both the basketball and volleyball teams. When I was in high school, I had the same goals and expectations as most of my peers. Go to college, get a degree, get a good job, eventually get married, and start a family. I never dreamed that I would be starting a family at seventeen. .
I could only think of one other girl that got pregnant in high school and everyone made her life a living hell. I was not going to go through that. So, I made the only logical decision I could think of at the time. I would have an abortion. Seems easy, right? A few phone calls were made and the appointment was set up. Of course, I discussed this decision with the "sperm donor". He was against the idea but said he would support me in whatever decision I made. .
I decided to have the abortion during my Thanksgiving break so everything would be fine by the time my basketball tournament rolled around. In my mind I thought it would be this easy. I was not worried about the pain and even the emotional turmoil I might experience after. I just wanted things back to how they were.
One night, I was looking through some brochures the doctor had given me. It was literature on the development of a fetus in different stages. It was then and there that I knew I could not go through with the abortion. The idea of killing this small child growing inside me was more than I could cope with. I knew no matter how difficult, I had to deal with what had happened. Having an abortion was not the answer I was looking for.
That sweetest song that you never get tired of is always on a low replay, and the most magnificent taste of milk and honey always on the tongue. ... The stars can shine to bright, and the shot of honey can be to strong. ... I started to rise to the surface and opened my eyes, seeing the sky moving in the waves I let the air out of my nose and broke the water barrier. ...
Medicine was often a risky business. Bloodletting was a popular method of restoring a patient's health and "humors." Early surgery, often done by barbers without anesthesia, must have been excruciating. Medical treatment was available mainly to the wealthy, and those living in villages rarely had t...
Another reference to the animal imagery used in Medea is when Creon says "You can speak sweetly enough, you can make honey in your mouth like a brown bee when it serves your turn." (16) By using a simile to compare Medea to a brown bee who makes honey, Creon is calling Medea a liar to her face. ... For instance, Jason told the Nurse about a strange incident that occurred, "a young mare broke from the chariot and tore with her teeth a stallion." (30) The young mare is Medea because she is angry for what Jason had done to her. ...
She was silent at first, and then all hell broke loose. ... "What do you mean honey, nothing happened" she proclaimed. ... "Oh, Did you have a bad dream last night honey, because I heard you moaning and talking to yourself"?...
("Honey Fitz") Fitzgerald, one-time mayor of Boston. ... The Associated Press said that the marriage "broke the spell of almost complete adulation of a woman who had become virtually a legend in her own time....
The only person who seems virtuous in Ophelia's life appears mad and deceitful in his ploy of insanity: Ophelia: And I of ladies most deject and wretched,That sucked the honey of his music vows,Now see that noble and most sovereign reason /Blasted with ecstasy. ... However, Ophelia does commit suicide because of this: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weedsClambering to hang, an envious sliver broke,When down her weedy trophies and herselfFell in the weeping brook. ...
Hamlet is having a conversation with his mother on the decision she has made: Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, Stew's d in corruption, honeying making love Over the nasty sty, (Act 3:4 91-93) Hamlet is talking to his mother about how he has lost his trust for the Queen, since his father's death. ... The trust that was shown between Hamlet and the Queen broke a mother and son relationship. ...
After receiving this nourishment, she says, "See, I pray you, how mine eyes have been enlightened, because I tasted a little of this honey, 1 Samuel 14.29." (129). ... Rowlandson assumes that the Puritans broke their special covenant with God resulting in the loss of his protection. ...