Unassisted Childbirth fällt mir dazu als erstes ein. Ich weiß nicht, ob ich mich das trauen würde. Vielleicht wäre es leichter als im Krankenhaus mit lauter fremden Menschen um mich herum. Dort würde ich mich auch nicht trauen, einen Orgasmus zu haben. Orgasmus und Geburt gehören doch irgendwie zusammen. Ich habe sogar einmal gelesen, dass eine Geburt etwas sehr genussvolles sein kann …
assisted living does not sound like anything that would be fun. its almost like you aren;’ able to live on your own without the assistance of someone in a white coat to constantly follow you around and make all your decisions…its really just sad i think. never would i want that..
She assissted the old lady cross the street. He was a vet assisstant. This word is not inspiring me at all. Could it not have been something patriotic, like freedom? Or bravery? Don’t you people know what day it is? Someone please tell the random-generator-thing that it is the 4th of July!!!!! Happy Independence Day, everyone!!!!! :D
The other day I assisted in a murder. Yeah, true story. I went with my best friend to a house. He said he needed to grab something real quick so you know I thought no big deal. I was waiting in the car, out came my friend in a hu
i assisted an old lady at the subway yesterday to an empty seat which she had trouble finding, it was so sad at first because she wasnt able to move from her bad legs. after i gave her the wmpty seat she looked up at me with a cute smile and said thank you.
When at Cottey, I was assisted by you. You helped me leave a place that wasn’t a home for me.
When in Joplin, I was assisted by you. It’s simple: you saved my life.
When at home, every time I need help, every time I need an ear, a hug, a kiss, a cigarette–anything–you assist me. You are there every time I turn around and I want to keep you there.
Don’t leave.
It will get easier.
Let me assist you.
I was assisted to this website by the wonderful NaNoWriMo helpy twittery people and I thought that if I did this lots then it might make my typing quicker so in that way I was assisted, so I suppose that’s good because that is today’s word
for all my life i’ve refused help. I hate to be assisted by anyone. I have to show not only myself but everyone that I can do something by myself. That is until I fell in love and had my heart broken. Then I realized, help doesn’t make my accomplishments any less meaningful, it makes it more so.
He stopped speaking, in mid sentence, in the centre of Paris. I watched him as he bent down so speak to an old lady, in his perfect French. After a moment he held out his arm and assisted her over the pedestrian crossing. That is the moment when I fell in love with him.
I had all of the assistance in the world, all but what I wished. He assisted me in so many ways, and found a way into my heart. I curse aloud, knowing that he and I will…. I’m not too sure how to end that sentence. I just believe something amazing will happen.
she flew through the air
assisted
by the hands around her hips
she is brought down gently
and the teacher says
“very nice”
and
“why are your eyes shut?”
i dont need help with my life. i can do it myself but everyones so desperate to want to help me. why? i try to handle my own problems. i guess i do need help. princess is doing good volunteering at the tapestry house. i wanna do it but i kinda dont. i feel like it would be more for her then for me. i need a job but i dont wanna get one. this sucks. summer is going alright though.
she assisted and listed, rhymes but i missed it.
so now im writing mines, and im speakin them twisted.
they are given birth in my mind
press play and rewind
until i slow it down to capture the moment, divine.
aided and abetted. keepin shtum is a despicable way of doin the dirty.
lukkin on wit indifferece.. pretendind not to see.. the whole thing makes cowards of us all.
I helped the old woman back into her chair. “Are you alright?” I asked worried. She smiled feebly but a single tear rolled down her cheek. “Thank you. I think I’ve got it.”
Drool gistened as it slid from the corner of his mouth. He breathed one last breath and then relaxed. Peace came as his whiskers twitched and pupils dilated. This was what he had needed.
When I first took a delivery to an assisted-living center I assumed I would find helpful doctors and nurses scattered about keeping elderly folks company. Instead, it was myself running around trying to entertain people that scarred me for their closeness to death.
“Does that mean I can assist you?!” Russell from Up is so cute. All he wants is to assist the elderly to get his last badge. Little did he know the adventure in store for him when he met Mr. Fredricksen.
How can one word mean so much? That I can no longer take care of myself on my own. Assisted living at my age is absolutely ridiculous. But that is what disease does to you I suppose. Makes you ridiculous… Wonderful… Really.
I assisted my wife today, trying to find out how to successfully communicate with her while she is in Italy. You really have to keep your eye out when dealing with the ATT reps. I was trying to turn stuff off and she had me adding features (if I listened to her, that is). Oh well you have to be careful…
She assisted, more to keep an eye on things than to be of any real help. She didn’t know what they were doing. And he did not need her help. She wondered, did he know why she was really there? No… it was enough that she’d said she’d wanted to be. No further explanation had been needed.
I assisted this man with his homework. Little did I know that he was working for some agency. His homework was not actual school homework. Not technically. It consisted of some delicacies that were not only foreign but seemed dangerous to a dull eye. How I could survive these next few minutes, I haven’t the slightest idea.
“Assisted living” was nothing more than a polite metaphor for Death’s waiting room. She mused idly on the French lessons of her youth, remembering the curious incongruity between the meaning on the page and the meaning in her mind: “assister,” contrary to the assumptions of her native-tongued mentality, was more likely to connote attendance than aid. She was a guest of her old age, but more standing-room-only than VIP.
assistance such a rare thing to come by. Our world is full of those who need to be assisted and those who do not. It is also full of people who are being assisted who do not need to be. Life is full of Irony.
Jose had never assisted at anything this complex. He had always helped his boss on missions with other heads of state, but this one was far beyond his scope of vision.
She finally got that small disk of hard, black rubber to her teammate in time. All the wobbly, awkward sliding steps across the ice, all the falls and tumbles and accidental body checks had finally paid off.
we are all in need of assistance these days
we can receive or give
it truly it better to give assistance
more satisfying and peaceful heart from giving to others with no ulterior motives
assisted living? hmmm…. how have i assisted others today. i would like to be able to take time out of everyday to help someone else. it is hard to find time for charity. but i think i have to remember that charity starts at home. helping the ones closest to me is somthing often overlooked….
Unassisted Childbirth fällt mir dazu als erstes ein. Ich weiß nicht, ob ich mich das trauen würde. Vielleicht wäre es leichter als im Krankenhaus mit lauter fremden Menschen um mich herum. Dort würde ich mich auch nicht trauen, einen Orgasmus zu haben. Orgasmus und Geburt gehören doch irgendwie zusammen. Ich habe sogar einmal gelesen, dass eine Geburt etwas sehr genussvolles sein kann …
Is this always the same word????? This is the fourth time I have had the word assisted come up.
assisted living does not sound like anything that would be fun. its almost like you aren;’ able to live on your own without the assistance of someone in a white coat to constantly follow you around and make all your decisions…its really just sad i think. never would i want that..
She assissted the old lady cross the street. He was a vet assisstant. This word is not inspiring me at all. Could it not have been something patriotic, like freedom? Or bravery? Don’t you people know what day it is? Someone please tell the random-generator-thing that it is the 4th of July!!!!! Happy Independence Day, everyone!!!!! :D
The other day I assisted in a murder. Yeah, true story. I went with my best friend to a house. He said he needed to grab something real quick so you know I thought no big deal. I was waiting in the car, out came my friend in a hu
i assisted an old lady at the subway yesterday to an empty seat which she had trouble finding, it was so sad at first because she wasnt able to move from her bad legs. after i gave her the wmpty seat she looked up at me with a cute smile and said thank you.
This is for you, Julian.
When at Cottey, I was assisted by you. You helped me leave a place that wasn’t a home for me.
When in Joplin, I was assisted by you. It’s simple: you saved my life.
When at home, every time I need help, every time I need an ear, a hug, a kiss, a cigarette–anything–you assist me. You are there every time I turn around and I want to keep you there.
Don’t leave.
It will get easier.
Let me assist you.
I was assisted to this website by the wonderful NaNoWriMo helpy twittery people and I thought that if I did this lots then it might make my typing quicker so in that way I was assisted, so I suppose that’s good because that is today’s word
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i assisted him
for all my life i’ve refused help. I hate to be assisted by anyone. I have to show not only myself but everyone that I can do something by myself. That is until I fell in love and had my heart broken. Then I realized, help doesn’t make my accomplishments any less meaningful, it makes it more so.
years ago you could go to Australia on an assisted passage.
He stopped speaking, in mid sentence, in the centre of Paris. I watched him as he bent down so speak to an old lady, in his perfect French. After a moment he held out his arm and assisted her over the pedestrian crossing. That is the moment when I fell in love with him.
I had all of the assistance in the world, all but what I wished. He assisted me in so many ways, and found a way into my heart. I curse aloud, knowing that he and I will…. I’m not too sure how to end that sentence. I just believe something amazing will happen.
she flew through the air
assisted
by the hands around her hips
she is brought down gently
and the teacher says
“very nice”
and
“why are your eyes shut?”
i dont need help with my life. i can do it myself but everyones so desperate to want to help me. why? i try to handle my own problems. i guess i do need help. princess is doing good volunteering at the tapestry house. i wanna do it but i kinda dont. i feel like it would be more for her then for me. i need a job but i dont wanna get one. this sucks. summer is going alright though.
assisted by her 24-karot gold wheel chair, Ofelia cruised down the rose filled garden path and into the place she would soon call home forever.
she assisted and listed, rhymes but i missed it.
so now im writing mines, and im speakin them twisted.
they are given birth in my mind
press play and rewind
until i slow it down to capture the moment, divine.
aided and abetted. keepin shtum is a despicable way of doin the dirty.
lukkin on wit indifferece.. pretendind not to see.. the whole thing makes cowards of us all.
technically …like a helping hand….actual details aside. Descriptive , bland, obtuse……yuck.
I helped the old woman back into her chair. “Are you alright?” I asked worried. She smiled feebly but a single tear rolled down her cheek. “Thank you. I think I’ve got it.”
Drool gistened as it slid from the corner of his mouth. He breathed one last breath and then relaxed. Peace came as his whiskers twitched and pupils dilated. This was what he had needed.
assisted living
is not a simple concept
for granny tina
endlessly struggling
for the right
to struggle alone
not to be taken
but to die on her own
I ran down the road. He was bleeding. I didn’t know what to do. There was no-one around. He had only me. Me!
When I first took a delivery to an assisted-living center I assumed I would find helpful doctors and nurses scattered about keeping elderly folks company. Instead, it was myself running around trying to entertain people that scarred me for their closeness to death.
“Does that mean I can assist you?!” Russell from Up is so cute. All he wants is to assist the elderly to get his last badge. Little did he know the adventure in store for him when he met Mr. Fredricksen.
He took me by the hand
and with his hands he touched me.
And though I do not love him
nor did love him
he helped me
because he made me see that there was more to life
than living separated by cloth and glass
and let me love you
love you more fully
and more completely
than I have ever done before.
How can one word mean so much? That I can no longer take care of myself on my own. Assisted living at my age is absolutely ridiculous. But that is what disease does to you I suppose. Makes you ridiculous… Wonderful… Really.
I assisted my wife today, trying to find out how to successfully communicate with her while she is in Italy. You really have to keep your eye out when dealing with the ATT reps. I was trying to turn stuff off and she had me adding features (if I listened to her, that is). Oh well you have to be careful…
help wheelchair old sponge bath living dying dementia cats eye dog supported
Assisted
She assisted, more to keep an eye on things than to be of any real help. She didn’t know what they were doing. And he did not need her help. She wondered, did he know why she was really there? No… it was enough that she’d said she’d wanted to be. No further explanation had been needed.
My hands hurt.
Assisted one-arm pull ups and one-arm kettlebell snatches take their toll.
Hand care, pumice callusses, and blanket with lotion.
I assisted this man with his homework. Little did I know that he was working for some agency. His homework was not actual school homework. Not technically. It consisted of some delicacies that were not only foreign but seemed dangerous to a dull eye. How I could survive these next few minutes, I haven’t the slightest idea.
“Assisted living” was nothing more than a polite metaphor for Death’s waiting room. She mused idly on the French lessons of her youth, remembering the curious incongruity between the meaning on the page and the meaning in her mind: “assister,” contrary to the assumptions of her native-tongued mentality, was more likely to connote attendance than aid. She was a guest of her old age, but more standing-room-only than VIP.
assistance such a rare thing to come by. Our world is full of those who need to be assisted and those who do not. It is also full of people who are being assisted who do not need to be. Life is full of Irony.
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Jose had never assisted at anything this complex. He had always helped his boss on missions with other heads of state, but this one was far beyond his scope of vision.
She finally got that small disk of hard, black rubber to her teammate in time. All the wobbly, awkward sliding steps across the ice, all the falls and tumbles and accidental body checks had finally paid off.
we are all in need of assistance these days
we can receive or give
it truly it better to give assistance
more satisfying and peaceful heart from giving to others with no ulterior motives
assisted living? hmmm…. how have i assisted others today. i would like to be able to take time out of everyday to help someone else. it is hard to find time for charity. but i think i have to remember that charity starts at home. helping the ones closest to me is somthing often overlooked….