This book, Mission Possible, is about Marilyn Laszlo, her friend, Judy, and their journey to Papua, New Guinea. This is an amazing story because they get stuck in what seems to be an impossible situation and turn to God for help. Marilyn and Judy, who was also her translator, were in a Hauna Village sleeping when they heard screaming and crying coming from the woods. They figured that it was someone who was dead or dying, so they grabbed their first aid box which contained quinine for malaria and penicillin for infections. They started walking through the village and heard the yelling coming from their Guinea friend, Makapobiya.
This person had lost all hope and even now I don’t think that I had any hope. A few hours passed. I managed to half fall asleep when all of a sudden a scream jolted us. Mother had broken free from the bonds and was shouting louder than before. I didn’t know what to do.
Bob felt the tears trickling onto his cotton shirt. They started talking about how she’s coping without him. She was so wretched, so distraught. Cecelia told them that a young impregnated girl had appeared on her doorstep looking for Andy. She had a good idea who she was, and by the way she talked about Andy.
Duffy, as Mrs Lazarus, later explains the grief has led her to throwing up; “retched,” this shows that Mrs Lazarus has led herself to tormenting herself, as she is self harming and throwing up. At the end of the stanza Duffy repeats the word dead; “dead, dead,” this showing how bad her loss is, but also conveying that Mrs Lazarus is still shocked by the loss and is still not understanding it. At the beginning of the second stanza Duffy used short lines which are broken up by punctuation which makes the verse very disjointed; “Slept in a single cot” this also shows Mrs Lazarus has no body anymore and is therefore lonely, but also suggests she is like a baby in a cot who is hopeless. Duffy then puts emphasis on Mrs Lazarus grief and despair when she uses the word “widow,” followed by the word “half” suggesting that Mrs Lazarus is incomplete. We
Tears flowed quite heavily but the usual words of comfort seemed lost and unspoken. We arrived shortly after midnight, and I didnt know whether to be glad that she was still alive or heart broken that she was still struggling. I watched as her body jerked and fought to catch each breathe. It was one of the hardest images ive seen. I walked over to the other side of the bed and placed my hand into the open palms of my nanas, I leaned into her ear " Nana, i dont know if you can see me or hear me but its Rob and i want you to know that we made it here safe, and I love you."
I wanted to be at her bedside, wrapped up in her arms, I wanted to be there to see her breathe her last breath, but now it is too late , she is gone. My tears flowed continuously, especially in the night as I try to comprehend this sorrow As I took the flight back home, I was solemn and grief stricken, In the past I have always been happy coming home to granny, but not this time. I know that I would not see that vibrant looking little lady again , but would see a lifeless corpse in a casket, not a sound of her beautiful voice. I felt so cold inside; so many things I wanted to say to her, all the hugs I needed and wanted, and many, many regrets I’ve had. I wanted to be comforted.
her daughter would ask if she was okay and all Maria would do is cry and say no. Jane was upset by her mother’s response which is why she decided to buy a hidden camera It was the only way she was going to get answers and to know what was really going on. It was recorded that two female carers hulling Maria out from the chair and manhandling her onto the bed she was crying out in pain and you see one of them drop her legs onto the bed, all you heard Maria say was “oh god oh god!” they would comment on how bad her breath smelt. The second night she filmed she noticed the male carer on the footage obviously in Marias room all on his own and Jane stated only female carers. He was seen tugging Marias clothes, shoving her on her side whilst Maria was crying with humiliation and pain his arm swung back whilst he slapped her thigh.
That’s when I walked in and I saw Miss Hilly run to her room. Miss Hilly sat there crying and saying she didn’t know what to do. Miss Hilly has always cared about Mister Jeffrey. She was scared she was going to lose him. She was upset because this fight shouldn’t have happened like this.
I never had a father figure and being a young boy at the reservation I really needed his advice. I needed his guidance and protection. Oh, man I wish I could have had him in my life. As far as my mother, that also brings pain and sorrow to my heart. She died while giving birth to me.
Single Mom with Troubled Teen To know me, you must first understand that I am a single mom with a troubled teen. Every time I tell people, they have some suggestions or antidotes for me to help with my son’s behaviors. Nothing is working and it is getting worse. Being a single mom is challenging and difficult at times. I literally kneel down on my knees, cry and sob till there are no more tears that can fall from my eyes.