Originally posted by Femtochemistry
Can some of you guys give me some ideas on what to write; i am kinda lost for works/ideas.
thx
You ever steal something, feel bad and give it back? Ever witness a good friend steal something? Ever commit/witness the falsification of reserach data?
Ever had a older relative ask you to ensure his/her wishes after death be carried out, even if you did not agree with them?
Ever confront someone with a truth that no one else wanted you to reveal, i.e., addicted family member, abusive family member?
Ever kill someone at their request?
Okay the last one was a reach - even if ya did, don't ever write that you did!
Any situation you've experienced where a choice was presented to you that you felt uncomfortable making, you can explore. Present the dilemna, the choices, why you felt uncomfortable making the choice, and the rationale behind your final decision.
Here's a fictional example:
My grandfather was dying of cancer. He was denied hospice care, and was in agony most of the time. He wanted to kill himself, but lacked the courage to do himself in. He knew that the rest of the family would never entertain the notion of assisting him in suicide, but as his favorite granchild, who sat on his knee, got the largest scoop of ice cream, spent the most time with, he felt that he could make this request of me.
My being raised a Catholic strictly forbade my assisting in a suicide, and I personally couldn't even imagine helping him kill himself, but I loved my grandfather, and I equally couldn't stand to see him in so much pain.
This man I worshipped from the time I could walk. He had never raised his voice to me - not once, and I swear he had a twinkle in his eye and a gleam in his smile that never went away. I thought all great men smelled like tobacco and Old Spice aftershave. Now he lay in bed, thin, emaciated, begging and crying in front of me for the first time, asking that I help end his pain.
He had just received his next allotment of Fentanyl transdermal patches, and being the premed, I looked up what Fentanyl was, determined that an overdose would bring about unconsciousness and respiratory depression. I told him about it, and helped him apply all of them at once on his body.
Then I sat with him, as he slipped into unconsciousness, talking about all the great memories I had of him. The ragged breathing became lighter and lighter, then finally his chest stilled, and I thought I heard a last sigh of relief.
I waited a bit longer, then checked for a pulse and breathing. And then I removed all but one of patches, and then went home to discard the others.
He was at peace.
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Something like that.
Though that example is still too extreme. Perhaps you had a family pet that needed to be put to sleep? Helping a friend in high school with teenage pregnancy? I'm not telling you to make it up, but there must be some conflict in your life that you can write about.
No, I didn't off my gramps.
- Tae
