Friday, 21 December 2012
Nurse? How much do you
I replied: "HOW MUCH DO I
I can make holding your hand seem like the most important
thing in the world when you're
I can make your child breathe
when they stop...
I can help your father survive a heart attack...
I can make myself get up at
4AM to make sure your mother
has the medicine she needs to
live...and I will work straight
through until 4am to keep her alive and start the day all over
I work all day to save the lives
I will drop everything and run a
code blue for hours trying to keep you alive!!!
I make my family wait for
dinner until I know your family
member is taken care of...
I make myself skip lunch so that
I can make sure that everything I did for your wife today was
I work weekends and holidays
and all through the night
because people don't just get
sick Monday though Saturday and during normal working
Today, I might save your life.
How much do I make?
All I know is, I make a
Sunday, 16 December 2012
NOT WORTH LIVING, PLEASE
READ THIS So you want to kill yourself?
Because no one cares about
you. Your family hates you.
Right? NO. Your parents walking in
your room in the morning to
only find a dead body. They'll
try their hardest to not think
negative, and to just think that
you're fooling around. Then they'll start shaking you.
Why aren't you breathing?
They'll be broken. Tears. Many tears. More tears
than you ever shed. Was
it ...them? Were they the reason you did
this? More tears. Pain. Every
day. Every night. Every single
second of every day. Guilt. More
guilt...:( What about your BEST FRIENDS?
They're not going to care.
What's the first thing that will
go through their mind when
your principal comes in and tells
the class that you're not alive. While your bestfriend sits there
in tears. That girl that you'd
smile at but never talk to? She's
now crying. The boy who used to kick you
under the table just to annoy
you? He'll be shocked. He'll be
devastated. He'll blame himself. What about your teacher?
Thoughts crossing her mind.
She'll question if you did it
because she didn't make school
comfortable enough for you.
Pain. Devastation. All in one. Who organises your funeral?
Who has to go through your
stuff? Clothes? Notes? Those
few older girls who used to
give you daggers at school?
They'll feel regret. They'll blame themselves. See, if you killed
you'll never know what might
of happened tomorrow. You'll
never know because you're
dead. Plain dead. Not breathing.
Not alive. Just dead.Your family hates themselves for it. Your
bestfriend then falls into
depression. Tears. Tears. More
tears than a river. All because
you killed yourself because you
thought noone would care.
Right? You are loved. By many.
Someone right now is thinking
of you. And right now, I'm
thinking about anyone who has
thought or is considering
suicide. You are beautiful. No matter if
you're black, white, homo-
sexual, tall, short, overweight
or anorexic. You are beautiful. You want to kill yourself? Think
about it first. There's no coming back. And I
promise, if you do it, you are
not only hurting yourself, you
are hurting many. You are
creating more tears than you
led yourself to. You are making everyone
miserable and making them all
feel guilt and pain. Never will
they feel whole like they used
to when they had you. You are
beautiful. And you are never ever alone. roblog this hoping
that someone somewhere will
change their mind about