And though I have lost you and all of who we were in this lifetime, I will not hesistate to chase you across the universe and throughout every timeline in history to find the one where you return to me.” ~ Natasha de Puyjalon
—This is actually one of my own quotes.
Most people do not allow love to enter their lives perhaps because it is the one thing they fear the most - sharing themselves with others.
Trypanophobia is not only, by the Wikipedia.com definition, the extreme fear of medical procedures involving injections or hypodermic needles, but also something that has effectively caused me a great deal of fear every time I visit the doctor, a clinic, or even the dentist, since I was an infant. The sheer thought of needles or even the word itself makes me cringe. Each time the thought or picture of a syringe enters my mind, my hands get clammy, my heart rate exceeds its normal pace and more often than not, I go pale as the blood leaves my face. I have no actual explanation of why I fear this one object so much, but I do know that anything that even resembles a needle - such as a pin or a thumbtack - frightens me to a point that I cannot be near any of these things at all. Even now that I am seventeen years of age, I always make my dentist pinky-promise me that she won’t give me an injection.
Although I know my fear is irrational and pretty much unconquerable at this point, I have come to the realization that I am not weak. I am merely one of many who suffer from intense fear and I am just yet to overcome mine. My greatest achievement in attempting to conquer my fear is getting my ears pierced at sixteen, which made both my family and friends very proud of me. Despite having almost squeezed my sister’s hand into an unrecognizable state,I managed to calm down enough to let the two Ardene workers pierce the gun through the flesh of my earlobes. I also have a special stone that was given to me by my favorite grade 4 teacher, known as a “worry stone”. Each time I visit the doctor, I carry it with me in case I need to calm myself down enough to receive an injection.
I am very grateful to have such supportive friends and family who, despite having no understanding of how intense my fear is, still manage to respect my problem and attempt to help in any way they can.
My name is Natasha de Puyjalon and I have an irrational fear of needles.
While many of us would selflessly donate money to a cause that supports cancer research, we are not consciously aware of the underlying scam behind the pink ribbons. Not only are greedy, wealth-obsessed people cashing in on the charity, but a large portion of the money that is donated does not even go towards breast cancer research at all. As said by Ken Berger, the president and executive director of Charity Navigator, an organization based in Mahwah, “Many of these corporate sponsorships are not very charitable at all,” he said. “The amount of money going to the charity is very small. If you buy a product for $100, typically the charity will only get pennies.”
This is shocking. Thousands of people generously drop their coins and bills into the decorated campain boxes every single day without even knowing where the money will end up. Perhaps it is just a question of how much we trust these organisations. When we buy the pink ribbons, we place so much trust in the hands of the corporate sponsorships and they deceive us half the time, knowing that we trust them so much.
“One of the most important questions to ask the company is where their money is going,” Pauli Ojea, a community organizer with Breast Cancer Action, a political advocacy group based in San Francisco. Without proper understanding, our hard-earned money will circulate into the hands of those who participate in such organisations just to guarantee that they will receive portions of the donations.
There are others who completely agree that such a disease as cancer is not going to be cured by consumer purchases alone. “Shopping alone is not going to get us to the end of breast cancer,” says Ojea, “Breast cancer requires a big change, and not the kind of change that’s in your pocket.”
Word to the wise: don’t empty your pockets to a cause that will keep your money for themselves. Be aware of the greediness involved in such organisations and save your money for something - anything else - worthwhile.
January 13, 2012
Given the choice between his safety and the well-being of others, Francesco Schettino, captain of italian cruise ship, Costa Concordia, chose to greedily spare his own life and let hundreds, if not thousands of people perish below the dark waters of the Mediterranean Sea. Instead of trying to explain the process of evacuation, 52-year old Schettino found himself a lifeboat and rowed only himself the hell out of there before he too sank with the ship. It has been said that this tragedy has reminded people of the unfortunate Titanic, although the Concordia was almost twice the size. As if this weren’t bad enough, he was actually ordered multiple times to return to his ship to count the number of deceased passengers, but despite the orders, the selfish man refused to go back and is now being faced with 12 years in prison for suspected man-slaughter.
In my honest opinion, not only should this man be condemned to 12 years (or more if possible!) in prison, but he should be forced to inspect his cruise ship and witness the consequences of his selfish act. After seeing the massive amount of washed-up bodies and potentially injured fellow human beings, perhaps then will he realize what a tragedy he has caused for all the innocent cruise ship-goers.
Costa Concordia, off the coast of Giglio, Tuscany