Left to the world to assist in the impossible missions… the self defeated… the lonely.. these were the ones that needed her help. These were the ones that were begging for a moment of time to just… be.
The seven white men in three-piece suits assisted the elderly alien up along the scaffolding. He hobbled and wobbled his way up to the platform to his saucer. He had been on Earth for many years, advising us to start unnecessary wars, destroy our economies, and devastate our environment, creating vast wealth for these men. It was time for the little alien to go back to his home planet.
As the saucer levitated upward, and the smiling white men waved, their cigars held akimbo, a glowing banner shone out on the bottom of the saucer: “Mission Accomplished.”
The following week, the invasion force arrived and Earth was powerless.
i have been helped at some point by people. or at least i think i have been. To be assisted is a strange thing to say. I think of a basketball assist, passing the ball for someone else to score. It’s a cool way to think of the word, helping someone else win.
Assisting people is just a job you have to do. It’s something that is human nature, but no one does enough of. Assist a woman with her bags, be courteous, confident. Never falter in helping others, you never know what they’ve been through, and what stories they have to tell. Who knows who is watching. Isn’t it better to be caught doing something good than bad? Just a thought
I work at an assisted living facility. The residents are characters — always complaining about this and that. I’m part of the waitstaff so I hear about the food being too cold, being too hot, not enough, too much, etc. I definitely have favorite residents, though. I can’t help that.
being assisted implies that you need help. In this world, the one who is assisted requires the help of others. While many of us would like to think of ourselves as independent people, the reality is that we are designed to be assisted, designed to be dependent.
Living, old people are really strange in retirement homes. They make me think about Water for Elephants where the one old man actually believes all the lies he tells about being in the circus and the main character gets really, really angry at him. That was a really good book and I’d like to see the movie, even though it concerns me that they combined Al and August. I don’t really like that. It was weird how my mom didn’t like the book, I thought. Yeah, it was a little intense, but you could skip those parts.
It was weird. Euthanasia. It was a weird word. A weird feeling.
I had made my decision weeks ago and I wasn’t going to back out now- but it was just… weird.
Have you ever tried to imagine the world without you in it? It’s not easy. What would it have been like if you had died a year ago? What wouldn’t have happened? What would?
What about five years ago? Ten?
Is this how people feel before they kill themselves? How different is that from euthanasia? What if I administered the shot to myself and not a doctor? Is that suicide? Is it murder?
my grandma fell over and need to be assisted and i couldnt help her because i was riding my giraffe to the store to get some jello for my porcupine who ate my chocolate bar and i kinda want it back it seems like a waste of chocolate yah know
There was an old man who couldnt see or taste or hear or smell or feel or more and he needed to be assited by someone. a pretty girl arrived and he never noticed.
the girl came into the office. the doctor spoke to her, but it was assumed the words were for her mother, her primary caretaker since she hit her head and got cerebral palsy since age 1. she wiped some drool from the corner of her mouth.
Assisted. That’s something people barely do nowadays. And when they do, they like to think that they should be given a sainthood or something. It’s a joke. The fact of the matter is, there are only a handful of people who help others because it’s something they WANT to do, rather than get anything from it, like a few people I know. They know who they are too.
One time I assisted an old lady walking across the street, she was carrying so many bags it was like she was shopping for 5… turns out it was only 4, but one of them broke, oranges, lemons, all kinds of vitamins and minerals in fruit form were sent flying out across the tarmac. What do I do? Well, I help her of course. Decency isn’t common enough anymore.
Assisted living. You know those little communities where all the elderly are lumped together but it’s not quite a nursing home? I look at them as i drive past and realise that one day it will be my parents in there, and then eventually me. For some reason i am fearful of my loved ones aging. I just think i dont want to let go of them…
Assisted living is in our future. All of our futures. I wish my parents would opt for assisted living. My mother had a stroke. My father has dementia. I hope that when the time comes I will ask to be assisted.
Its when someone assisted me that I realized I needed help. I love to assist, I even insist to assist. but it wasnt until someone assisted me with assistance that I really knew what it was to assist. It was amazing, the journey of helping, being helped, and helping each other. Assistance.
Don’t get this at work, don’t often get this at home.
Always comes from me though.
I’m thinking about my pizza too, but only because it’s next to me.
I’m also talking to a really cute boy. He assists me in having a smile, i guess.
^_^
Iunno.
Assisted – to have been helped by somebody other than yourself.
He had assisted in her suicide, and now he was living in a one bedroom apartment with his 3 cats. He couldn’t go near them anymore because he was afraid of himself.
we are all assisted in life. sometimes we realize it and other times we don’t until the assisting has already been done. Assistance make the world go round. Bless assistance. The best we can do is assist ourself.
I looked at her from a far for weeks. So much so that I need to be assisted when I walked. I couldn’t pay attention to where I was walking. She is everything to me and yet she is nothing. I stare like I have just seen an angel come down to earth. She touches me gently with her eyes and finally asks, “is this your caramel machiato?” I’ll try again tomorrow.
There were once days when they made me feel good, but now all it is, is bad. i remember when the assisted me when i was sick, but now they just forget about me, their little girl.
I need help with living my day to day life. I need assistance in the was that I can’t cope on my own, and I always seem to require the presence of others to help me accomplish what I need to get done. I wish I didn’t need this assistance, I want to be able to stand on my own.
Yesterday, the nurse intern assisted my grandmother out of bed. It was the first time since Christmas she was able to walk, even if it was more of a shuffle and she had to grip the nurse’s arm to stable herself.
Assisted living. Must be living hell, unless you’re used to it. I don’t pity them, just feel sorrow.
This is what my mom means when “I’m born so lucky.” Dude you have no idea…
Assistance is what everyone needs, like it or not, whether you are assisted liver or whatnot.
Hmm. Reminds me of old people, assisted
living. My grandpa lived there… He died not too long ago. He came up in my sister and I’s conversation- I mentioned he was dead. My sister was like oh yeah, he did die.
A small child falls, push to the back and grasp of the hand and their back up. A bird falls from the nest, aid to the wing and a gentle touch and their back up. A mother with two kids struggles, a loan and a helpful voice and their back up.
Everyone needs to be assisted at one point in their life. Humans are naturally nurturers. I need assistance everyday with who I am. I surround myself with people I can count on and I depend on them.
I assisted an old woman across the street because I’m a boy scout. My name is Grant and I have a super cool older sister. I love her so much, but I won’t admit it.
My head is over the toilet. I need some assistance. I’m not sure what I swallowed or why, but I was so upset I didn’t even focus. I do things without thinking all the time like this. When will it be over? Can someone please help me? I need to be assisted.
he was assisted in his actions by one mr. stephenson. i must kill him, said billy, to which mr stephenson sycophantically agreed and they hiked out by his house for many long hours just waiting waiting for the man to come back, when mr. stephenson at last asked the question that was on his mind: “why do you want to kill him” he asked. billy shrugged. they continued to wait.
Shiloh never went anywhere without her hat. She didn’t always wear it, but she always liked to keep it on hand. It assisted in keeping the freckles off her nose, she said. Not sure what was wrong with her freckles. Everyone thought they were cute.
a goal
a push or pull
helping open the door
carrying groceries up the stairs
helpful
grateful
Left to the world to assist in the impossible missions… the self defeated… the lonely.. these were the ones that needed her help. These were the ones that were begging for a moment of time to just… be.
The seven white men in three-piece suits assisted the elderly alien up along the scaffolding. He hobbled and wobbled his way up to the platform to his saucer. He had been on Earth for many years, advising us to start unnecessary wars, destroy our economies, and devastate our environment, creating vast wealth for these men. It was time for the little alien to go back to his home planet.
As the saucer levitated upward, and the smiling white men waved, their cigars held akimbo, a glowing banner shone out on the bottom of the saucer: “Mission Accomplished.”
The following week, the invasion force arrived and Earth was powerless.
i have been helped at some point by people. or at least i think i have been. To be assisted is a strange thing to say. I think of a basketball assist, passing the ball for someone else to score. It’s a cool way to think of the word, helping someone else win.
Assisting people is just a job you have to do. It’s something that is human nature, but no one does enough of. Assist a woman with her bags, be courteous, confident. Never falter in helping others, you never know what they’ve been through, and what stories they have to tell. Who knows who is watching. Isn’t it better to be caught doing something good than bad? Just a thought
I work at an assisted living facility. The residents are characters — always complaining about this and that. I’m part of the waitstaff so I hear about the food being too cold, being too hot, not enough, too much, etc. I definitely have favorite residents, though. I can’t help that.
being assisted implies that you need help. In this world, the one who is assisted requires the help of others. While many of us would like to think of ourselves as independent people, the reality is that we are designed to be assisted, designed to be dependent.
ratchet about vomited watching andy work over kathleen.d.o.g. assisted,licking her face and wagging his tail.
pretty soft cool colorful great cute clever meaningful tears feathers tiger zebra rainbow petals hippy
Living, old people are really strange in retirement homes. They make me think about Water for Elephants where the one old man actually believes all the lies he tells about being in the circus and the main character gets really, really angry at him. That was a really good book and I’d like to see the movie, even though it concerns me that they combined Al and August. I don’t really like that. It was weird how my mom didn’t like the book, I thought. Yeah, it was a little intense, but you could skip those parts.
It was weird. Euthanasia. It was a weird word. A weird feeling.
I had made my decision weeks ago and I wasn’t going to back out now- but it was just… weird.
Have you ever tried to imagine the world without you in it? It’s not easy. What would it have been like if you had died a year ago? What wouldn’t have happened? What would?
What about five years ago? Ten?
Is this how people feel before they kill themselves? How different is that from euthanasia? What if I administered the shot to myself and not a doctor? Is that suicide? Is it murder?
Or maybe it’s freedom.
my grandma fell over and need to be assisted and i couldnt help her because i was riding my giraffe to the store to get some jello for my porcupine who ate my chocolate bar and i kinda want it back it seems like a waste of chocolate yah know
There was an old man who couldnt see or taste or hear or smell or feel or more and he needed to be assited by someone. a pretty girl arrived and he never noticed.
the girl came into the office. the doctor spoke to her, but it was assumed the words were for her mother, her primary caretaker since she hit her head and got cerebral palsy since age 1. she wiped some drool from the corner of her mouth.
Assisted. That’s something people barely do nowadays. And when they do, they like to think that they should be given a sainthood or something. It’s a joke. The fact of the matter is, there are only a handful of people who help others because it’s something they WANT to do, rather than get anything from it, like a few people I know. They know who they are too.
One time I assisted an old lady walking across the street, she was carrying so many bags it was like she was shopping for 5… turns out it was only 4, but one of them broke, oranges, lemons, all kinds of vitamins and minerals in fruit form were sent flying out across the tarmac. What do I do? Well, I help her of course. Decency isn’t common enough anymore.
Assisted living. You know those little communities where all the elderly are lumped together but it’s not quite a nursing home? I look at them as i drive past and realise that one day it will be my parents in there, and then eventually me. For some reason i am fearful of my loved ones aging. I just think i dont want to let go of them…
Assisted living is in our future. All of our futures. I wish my parents would opt for assisted living. My mother had a stroke. My father has dementia. I hope that when the time comes I will ask to be assisted.
Its when someone assisted me that I realized I needed help. I love to assist, I even insist to assist. but it wasnt until someone assisted me with assistance that I really knew what it was to assist. It was amazing, the journey of helping, being helped, and helping each other. Assistance.
Don’t get this at work, don’t often get this at home.
Always comes from me though.
I’m thinking about my pizza too, but only because it’s next to me.
I’m also talking to a really cute boy. He assists me in having a smile, i guess.
^_^
Iunno.
Assisted – to have been helped by somebody other than yourself.
He had assisted in her suicide, and now he was living in a one bedroom apartment with his 3 cats. He couldn’t go near them anymore because he was afraid of himself.
we are all assisted in life. sometimes we realize it and other times we don’t until the assisting has already been done. Assistance make the world go round. Bless assistance. The best we can do is assist ourself.
assistance is what i need from this existence. call me glum, but i just need a plumber.
I looked at her from a far for weeks. So much so that I need to be assisted when I walked. I couldn’t pay attention to where I was walking. She is everything to me and yet she is nothing. I stare like I have just seen an angel come down to earth. She touches me gently with her eyes and finally asks, “is this your caramel machiato?” I’ll try again tomorrow.
amazing, the help that you feel like giving.
lovely, the thing that feels like wishing.
There were once days when they made me feel good, but now all it is, is bad. i remember when the assisted me when i was sick, but now they just forget about me, their little girl.
I need help with living my day to day life. I need assistance in the was that I can’t cope on my own, and I always seem to require the presence of others to help me accomplish what I need to get done. I wish I didn’t need this assistance, I want to be able to stand on my own.
Yesterday, the nurse intern assisted my grandmother out of bed. It was the first time since Christmas she was able to walk, even if it was more of a shuffle and she had to grip the nurse’s arm to stable herself.
Assisted living. Must be living hell, unless you’re used to it. I don’t pity them, just feel sorrow.
This is what my mom means when “I’m born so lucky.” Dude you have no idea…
Assistance is what everyone needs, like it or not, whether you are assisted liver or whatnot.
working at an office was boring, all i did was take orders and get coffee. There’s nothing more I would like than to be my own boss one day.
Hmm. Reminds me of old people, assisted
living. My grandpa lived there… He died not too long ago. He came up in my sister and I’s conversation- I mentioned he was dead. My sister was like oh yeah, he did die.
A small child falls, push to the back and grasp of the hand and their back up. A bird falls from the nest, aid to the wing and a gentle touch and their back up. A mother with two kids struggles, a loan and a helpful voice and their back up.
help
needs you
vurnable
gone
need
unhelpable
unable
not there
go
can’t do
undoable
help
sos
Everyone needs to be assisted at one point in their life. Humans are naturally nurturers. I need assistance everyday with who I am. I surround myself with people I can count on and I depend on them.
ratchet about vomited watching andy hover over kathleen.d.o.g. assisted licking her face and wagging her face.
I assisted an old woman across the street because I’m a boy scout. My name is Grant and I have a super cool older sister. I love her so much, but I won’t admit it.
help, wheelchair, library, ramp, boss, teacher, super market, new, try, fail, retry, success, happy, technology, robot, too much information,
My head is over the toilet. I need some assistance. I’m not sure what I swallowed or why, but I was so upset I didn’t even focus. I do things without thinking all the time like this. When will it be over? Can someone please help me? I need to be assisted.
he was assisted in his actions by one mr. stephenson. i must kill him, said billy, to which mr stephenson sycophantically agreed and they hiked out by his house for many long hours just waiting waiting for the man to come back, when mr. stephenson at last asked the question that was on his mind: “why do you want to kill him” he asked. billy shrugged. they continued to wait.
Shiloh never went anywhere without her hat. She didn’t always wear it, but she always liked to keep it on hand. It assisted in keeping the freckles off her nose, she said. Not sure what was wrong with her freckles. Everyone thought they were cute.