About Jessica Zaiger

Greetings to all! love to read and write, & decided to create this blog in hope of obtaining valuable knowledge & new perspectives on a variety of different subjects, as well as expressing my viewpoint on relevant topics and experiences. Constrictive criticism is welcome, but if you decide to bash on any of my posts, be warned. If you have a different opinion, please feel free to share! I encourage it; it gives an opportunity to view things with a different sense of understanding. Spirituality & Science; Keep an open mind.

Sometimes it’s Hard to Let Go, Ladies…

From being a victim of minor physical and emotional abuse, I understand how hard it is for you young girls and women to escape daily life of constant fear and pain. Fear; for reasons of physical harm or threats, and pain, from being alone and feel as if you could do no better. However, this is a delusion, it’s way far from the truth. Women, just because men happen to be physically stronger than us, and try to convince us that they are smarter than we are, it does NOT mean it’s the truth. Lets think about this for a minute: Would a smart man, who doesn’t want to lose his wife, treat her so terribly? Abuse her, mentally and physically? How does doing so make him so much more intelligent? He’s only losing respect from thousands of people, and increasing the chance of losing the women he “loves” (controls). These men aren’t men; they’re the scum of the earth. You, defenseless, intelligent, loving woman deserves nothing but a gentleman. Why settle living with a deceitful man like that? You KNOW what is right; you’re just too scared to let go. Be a woman who know what she deserves, and you’ll gain so much more respect that way. Let not only yourself know, but males as well; doing so will decrease your chances of getting taken advantage of. 

Take a stand ladies; be that strong, independent woman you have been striving to become. know what you deserve, and don’t settle for anything less.

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One Last Letter to You, Mom

Mom,

Little did I know your time would be coming up so soon. I had no clue, but I did know how hard it was to talk to you. Everyone knew, including you, but didn’t tell me because no one wanted me feeling blue. Maybe that’s the reason, it was too difficult; but that only resulted me feeling lots of guilt. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I could never forget that grey, gloomy day back in February.  If I only knew, there would be so many things I would tell you.

As a child, I remember and will never forget those great times, now looking back, time really has flown by. Where has the time gone, since when I was a kid? You were the best mother that no mother dare to compete with. You took me to Disneyland, and played with me in the sand; you took me to the rainy park where which we danced. You bought me what I wanted, and you thought I deserved it, even though I was a spoiled brat, and we both knew it. You taught me that no matter what mistakes we make, we can still become just as great. You taught me to make the best out of everything, like set-up a fart machine or just go out in public and sing.  A kid can dream of a mother so true; I just wish I was able to tell you.

Mom, just because your gone, your love and memory still lives strongly on. Our last memory was one of which I will always cherish, a memory that indubitably will never vanish. I remember that day like two weeks ago, a wide smile, hair so beautifully gold. Our last night together so was astonishingly planned, I definitely didn’t want that night to end. From our favorite food to scary movies, to talking until dawn in the morning. A little after dawn that morning, when I got in that car to go home just then, little did I know I would never see you again. If I knew this to be true, there would’ve been so much I would tell you.

Now writing you this one last letter was no walk in the park, because with every last word, it breaks my heart. It breaks my heart for the simple reason I will never speak to you, to tell you what great things I’ve accomplished, and what I’m up to. If I only knew your time would be so soon, there would’ve been so much I would’ve told you.

Embrace the Hardships

Life; filled with many obstacles, as well as many accomplishments. It’s normal that we find obstacles to be overbearing. However, if you decide to look at these obstacles differently, you can use them to your advantage, and grow from them, instead of overwhelming yourself. On average, our life expectancy is about 78 years; that is not very long at all. Every second that passes, it’s one less second you have to live; so why waste your precious time on stressing and fretting about unnecessary complications? We need to learn how to see and process these things, to strengthen our minds to overcome such obstacles without stressing our minds and bodies, to achieve to become an overall happier person.

Of course, there are uncontrollable issues that we cannot just not to be stressed over. However, it’s the way we decide to perceive it as well as the way we decide how to act upon such issues. And it’s not so easy to teach your brain how to manage these complications, it takes patience and perseverance. That’s the key, perseverance; know that these things take time, and don’t stop pushing towards your goal. In times of despair, don’t resign; use your downfalls as a motivation, make the decision to show yourself you can beat this feeling of hopelessness, that it is NOT going to beat you. Know that you are capable of defeating that urging voice telling you that you’re worthless, and cannot overcome your complications. Doing so will increase your mental, and possibly physical, strength.

For example, I have glossophobia, an immense fear of speaking in front of large groups. I know my condition is serious because I don’t feel just a tiny bit nervous; my mind stops thinking completely, and every thought is replaced with “get the hell out of here!” and I lose my ability to speak. When I was younger, I was able to do presentations with flying colors; I was the one who always volunteered to go first, I even enjoyed doing them. Hell, I even gave a 5 minute speech in front of veterans! So I developed this condition over time, and now I have to re-teach my brain how to speak in public properly. In high school, we had a group presentation due, and my teacher and I figured out a way for me to contribute to the project, but not have to give the presentation. The day that our presentation was assigned, I asked my teacher if I could simply stand with my group while they gave the speech, in hopes of getting over my fear, little by little. He replied with no, for the reason of students questioning why I was the only one not contributing to the presentation. I went up there anyway; I knew I was doing this for myself, not for them, and didn’t care what they happened to think. Doing this resulted me in saying a few short sentences, just fine! I was so proud of myself. I realized that getting over this fear is going to require a step by step process, and eventually I CAN defeat this annoying issue.

So if you encounter a hardship, choose to embrace it, not hate or stress about it. Chances are, if you decide to try and overcome this issue, you are going to learn and grow, while also putting as less stress on yourself as possible because you know you’re actively trying to do something to resolve this issue. Just trying shows how strong you are. Choosing not to do anything about the issue can cause more stress, because you are deciding not to do anything about your complication, you’re just letting it be. A quote from Stephen King, “Sometimes it’s better to push on through no matter how much your mind and body may protest.”

Punishment, or a chance at life?

While reading The Green Mile by Stephen King, it really raised my attention about the death penalty, as well as punishment for hardcore criminals. I know most of the U.S currently no longer uses the electric chair as a method of the death penalty, but lethal injection. Here’s a bit of background history; the physicians in Germany gave us the idea of this alternative, using lethal injection as part of the Nazi euthanasia program to kill off the country’s physically and mentally disabled children and adults, but later adopted the poison gas technique as lethal injection became to expensive. In 1977, pastor and legislator Bill Wiseman and Jay Chapman, State’s medical examiner, tried to adopt a method of execution that was less grotesque than electrocution; though lethal injection was first used in 1982 in the U.S. Though less gruesome than the electric chair, it’s proven to be far from painless.

To receive the death penalty, you have to have committed a crime to be so terrible. Some people don’t believe that the death penalty is an appropriate punishment, thinking it’s cruel; while others believe that these people deserve the anticipation and fear of death that’s coming to them, and don’t care how painful it is, due to the cruel nature of the criminal. I stand to be one of the people who believes in the death penalty, to an extent and degree. Let me explain my reasoning.

People who commit crimes such as murder, rape, and other gruesome acts that cause an innocent persons’ life to end and cause utter sadness to the victims’ family, deserve to be put to death themselves. In prison, they have a chance to pursue an education, to earn the chance of relationships, do certain activities that make them feel satisfied and content, as well as eating well. Though prison clearly has its downfalls, it comes down to a single point; they still have a CHANCE. Why should these people who ended someones opportunity at life in a defying way, get a chance at life themselves? Because some people think that these twisted, sick human beings can miraculously change into someone who does great things for the world? Most likely not. If the crime is gruesome enough, they should be sentenced to death, within a time period. I believe these people deserve the fear of anticipation of death for what they have done to someone who did not deserve their life to end, which ended in a way worse than the death penalty.

However, doing research upon this subject has led me to discover some facts that I don’t necessarily agree with. When researchers examined post-mortem blood levels of anesthetic, they believe that 90% of cases prisoners were able to feel pain, and 40% of them have been conscious. On top of that, doctors and nurses are prohibited to assist in such executions, by healthcare professionals’ ethical guidelines, so these drugs are administered through a vein by non-professionals. What?

In the Stephen King book I mentioned earlier, there is a part where a prison guard purposely didn’t follow execution protocol to have the death of the criminal as painful as possible. Knowing that their is an audience during executions, this type of negligence should be avoided by all means possible; not only for the criminals’ sake, but also for the audience, it can cause trauma and fear. The system should be as professional as possible when conducting executions, so everything can go smoothly. The anticipation the criminal fears is enough; no need to make the situation disastrous by neglecting to provide a professional.

If you know the routine of lethal injection, you should be aware that the criminal should go unconscious when his system gets paralyzed and goes into cardiac arrest by such a large dose. Well, sometimes they don’t; maybe it’s karma, or negligence caused by the person who administers the injection. Whatever it is, they need to find a solution to fix this issue.

Also, there should be accurate evidence that leads to the person who committed the crime to be put upon death row. If there is hole in the case, we shouldn’t risk an innocent persons life. Simple as that. Their is too many flaws in the system, and we should start making accurate changes to stop putting innocent lives at risk.