What Happen to the Pie?

As a chef, there are many instances where you can experience many things that can go wrong, that lead to cause and effect. When you cook some things can turn out excellent , but also there can be disastrous situations also . Fortunately, I have experienced more good than bad. Here is a situation that happened to me once. I can only be thankful that it doesn't happen often to me.
One time my sister and I had been making a key lime pie for our father. We had taken a long time mixing the batter when all of a sudden we realized we had forgotten the egg whites and the sugar. We quickly mixed it in and put it in the oven. Our older brother had been home so we had went off and played a game with him. Thats when it all happened; Sara had walked into the kitchen , and asked what was burning. We quickly pulled the pie out of the oven and threw it outside. Jamie said we could quickly run down to the store and buy a already made one. Thats when dad walked in and ruined our fun even more. He was very disappointed in us and said it didn't matter any more. If we would have just stayed in the kitchen instead of playing we would have never burnt the pie in the first place.
In the end because of our lack of attention we had a very bad case of cause and effect. This is what helps us not make the same mistakes over and over again. God has placed in us the ability to learn from our mistakes. This cause and effect situation helped me to see that I should always stay close to my oven.

Little People

You are seating in the back during church and your mind is somewhere also. You wandered if the kids are the cones or effaced of the church sermons for being so funny.
You see the kids playing, drawing, or talking. Each of the kids is dressed up. The boys wear a vast with jeans or slacks and the girls come in wearing this cute dresses, some of them have flowers, some have blue but the kids all come to church dressed up.
The kids themselves are cute and funny. Some of the kids can’t make it though the sermons, then you see them a sleep on their parents. When the kids talk during the sermons that they say silly things or pointless facts. However, it is hard not to laugh out laud at the kids or their sayings. When they need to go, they run to the door then stop because they can’t open the door. When they come back they ran to their seat.
When the kids go up front for the children sermons. They same to go to a whole deferent world. The kids understand what the pastor saying but they don’t understand him to the fullest. The kids say so cute or funny sayings that you had to stop wandering around, to be able to listen what the kids said.
The kids are the cones in the church sermons. The kids show us what we used to be or need to be.

No Time!

You don't have time to do stuff. No time at school, no time at home but time for tv. How can it be. Taking class that don't give you credit. Should you take them, will they truly help you later. Some classes can but learning how to hear and say the right thing but it doesn't teach you how to say the right things and it doesn't sound out the words right either. You panic because you don't have time but on top of the extra class you have basketball practices and go home and feed the animals. Teens are having more problems sleeping because parents are make their kids do stuff that may or may not help them in the future. However, Most of this kid will go crazy or will kill themselves.
I know how it feels. On my Senior year i have less time for school work or for fun stuff that i get want to run away or do myself in.

Blood Everywhere

I walked down the stairs to see my brother walking around with a bow in his hand. I had a hat on that looked like an apple on my head. My brother picked up a fish tank cleaner and loaded the bow. The fish tank cleaner was long. One end had two claws; the other end had two sides. One side was a sponge, the other side was a scrubby, and the top was a double-sided blade. My brother was aiming above me when he accidentally let go of the string. It felt like slow motion as the cleaner came towards me. I saw my brother’s face, the cleaner coming at my nose, and its intended target, my nose. Suddenly, my nose opened up like the Red Sea. Half of the basement floor was covered with blood. I didn’t cry, I didn’t even feel my nose or the blood coming down my face. The bleeding wouldn’t stop; the blood covered my hands, clothes, and shoes.
At the doctor’s office, I wouldn’t let them put a long needle in me. They had to get five nurses to hold me down. I still got free. I wouldn’t yield to the needle. They sent me to the hospital to get my nose glued. I was the first to have to get glued, and the first to have the doctor’s thumb stuck to me. The glue did its job and more. I almost had to bring the doctor home with me.

In My World Of Darkness

That voice saying "You will not come, you are not ready to come." You hear people again, you the some thing over and over again. "How come she not waking up, you're hurting her, crying and more crying, her stopped breathing, need to shock her, time of death, and No, she can't be died.
Then you wake up. You can't think right, you see people, you see a lot of things that you didn't know or remeber it bing there before. Then they put this tube down your throat to make you breath better or be able to breath. You could feel Jack nar you and holding your hand. He keep repeting "Stay with me, stay with me, please." To be continued.....

In my world of darkness!

It was dark you have no clue were you are. You feel like you can't move, you feel like you are in a cold place, and a place that you don't want to be. You try to remember what happen to you. The last thing you remember is you are on top of a bunk bed. You see your self falling and then dark. You hear voices but you feel good, you see this weird thing up head but the voices are calling you back. Then you feel like some one is hating you on the chest and then your mouth was force to take air in, you want to be left a lone. You didn't what CPR. You wanted to go to the light. Then you hear this deep but soft voice telling you no. Wake up and see, that i have given you a second chance to live. There was silences on the other side. You hear crying, you hear people asked how did it happen, and you hear time of death. But then some one hit you and then you moved. Their was silences. The crying stopped, the reports stopped, and the time of death even stopped. The EMT's started up again. This time the CPR worked. You breathed deep and then your eye lids open and what you see will make you happy. You see happy but every concern faces that were looking at you. One of the EMTs asked you a question and you just looked at him. The dark hit again. The happy and concern face become sad and worried.
3 hours later. You wake up in the Emergency room. Your neck is in a neck brace and your arm in a casted. You keep go in and out of consciousness. You could still could not breath on your on. To add to your worries, you hear one of the doctor's talk about you being paralyzed. Your high blood purser stared to go crazy. The Doctors ran to you and try to calm you down. It was so bad that they had to give you a shout of some kind of sedative.
2 weeks passed. You are still going out of consciousness. You had a visitor while your mom was at home. He was one of the EMTs. His name was Jack. Jack talked to you and asked how you doing, even when you could not talk back to. By the time he was living you woke up. He talked a little longer but you still could not talk back. When he said his good byes, your high blood purser got high again and he pursed the button that called the doctors. He asked you to hold on a little longer but you were so weak and tired that you let the dark take over. By the time the doctors came, you were unconsciousness. They did some tests but the tests were right you were in coma. The Doctors said because she was dead for a while with out air going though. That the purser was so great that she just gave in.
2 months later. You are still in coma. Every day you were visited by Jack, your family, your friends, people that heard about you, and your church family came to see you also. On March 23, 2008 at 5:30 you had stopped breathing again. The machines want off and the silences was so loud that you could not think about waking up. They stared to do CPR and they all have had this feeling that she may not wake up ever. It was dark and you feel lonely but there was that deep but soft voice saying..... To be continue