When someone prizes us just as we are, he or she confirms our existence” There I was, just lying in bed reading my book. I was so tired that I was considering going to sleep. As I turned the reading light off. I borrowed into the sheets to get comfortable and without even knowing I closed my eyes. As I was falling asleep, the phone suddenly rang. I considered leaving it to ring out, but the noise it made was so deafening. I picked up the phone and with I harsh tone said “who is it? ” there was silence which frustrated me. I repeated myself “who is it? ” In a very silent voice “it’s me”, I couldn’t quite make out who it was.
Listening intently I heard “it’s me, John”. Everything froze; it was as if the world had stopped. I wanted to say something but the words would not come out. I panicked and hung up the phone. Creeping back underneath the sheets, I told myself that it was just a joke. I tried to go to sleep but I was too consumed in my own thoughts for sleep. As the sun rose the next morning, I was still so puzzled about the events of last night, I just couldn’t understand. John had been gone for eight years, killed in an avalanche, or so I had been told. As I was getting ready for work the phone rang.
The thought of even picking it up frightened me. I planned on leaving it this time, but it just kept ringing. In my attempt to stop this I accidently answered. It was a police officer asking me to come down to the station, no information on what it was about, just specific instructions to come as soon as possible. As I pulled up to the station I had a strange feeling. When I walked in there was a man waiting for me, “Mrs. Abraham? ” he said. I nodded my head, “come with me please”. We walked to a room where I sat down. “My name is Sergeant Walker”, he went on to explain that John was alive and that he would be returning home.
Healthy Cell Phone
Teenagers and The Over Use of Cell Phones The use of cell phones should be banned for teenagers. Similar to the legal age of purchasing alcohol and tobacco, the same law should be enforced when it comes to the use of cell phones among teenagers. Although the thought of this may sound insane to most adolescence, it maybe the solution to limiting and promoting healthy cell phone use amongst today’s ...
I couldn’t fathom the words coming out of his mouth as I had been thinking that my husband had been dead for the past eight years. Shocked at what had just been said, I had to leave. I drove straight home and stayed there for the rest of the day. The next morning I got up and started to get ready to meet John at the airport. Everything I tried on looked no good or so I thought, maybe I was just overreacting. Sitting at the airport anxiously, I kept practicing what I would say to him when I saw him for the first time. “Hello John, how are you? Frustrated at the stupidity of this I started looking around for John, wondering if he would even recognise me. As impatient as I was I decided to get up and get a drink, as I turned around there he was. My heart began to beat so fast; I thought it was going to fall out of my chest. I just stood there, incapable of moving or speaking. Struggling to find the words to say anything John moved toward me and embraced me. I had forgotten what it was like after eight years to hold someone that you love so much. I never wanted to let go. He took a step away from me, “Hello”, he said. I couldn’t help but smile “Hi”. It was as if nothing had changed.
