An intern physician, working in a haunted hospital in an empty city, in Pakistan. Interests include mathematics, photography, late night television and post-rock. |
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This I Believe Essay Contest!This I Believe Essay Contest!This I Believe Essay Contest! by Adeimantus
American Public Radio (NPR) has an audio series they've run for several years, called "This I Believe." Listeners send in a short personal essay on the topic of what they believe and why they've come to believe it. One essay each week is chosen to be read by the author and broadcast on National Public Radio. They range from authors like John Updike and Elie Wiesel to everyday schleps like you and me. It's based on the original "This I Believe" 1951 radio program by Edward R. Murrow.
My DA Contest:
1. Write an essay on the topic "This I Believe." Make it real. Make it from the heart. Make it less than 500 words. Avoid sermons or editorials. Describe an event that shaped your beliefs, or a person who inspired them.
2. Post it as a Deviation and note a link to me here.
Love SoundsLove Sounds by SRSmith
"Mama?" A tiny voice slipped quietly through the room. Between her and the woman in the bed an impenetrable forest of metal stands, tubes and blinking machinery stood guard.
"Come in sweetheart, it's alright." Her mother's voice warmed the space, shushing the noisy equipment. "Mama's alright baby, come see me."
Clad in a pink dress and knee socks, the girl of no more than five years bravely stepped away from the safety of the door frame. Big blue eyes focused and fixed on her mother lying in the hospital bed, and her legs carried her along that line of focus until she could reach out and touch her hand.
"There, there, Mama's all better now." She held her daughter's hand gently, but firmly. "The doctors made me all better. Come. Climb up here and cuddle with me." She tried her best not to wince, shuffling a little to one side to make room. She held her one arm away so her daughter wouldn't become tangled in the web of cords snaking away from her body.
The girl climbed cautiously up the