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viernes, 7 de noviembre de 2014

Reflections: Drunk Driving Accident Survivors

PRISCILLA RICE
It was supposed to be a simple drive home. Ruben Lopez and his wife had driven on Highway 66 in Rowlett many times before. From one moment to the next, their lives were turned upside down on August 24, 2014 when a drunk driver who was driving the wrong way, struck their vehicle. The repercussions have been devastating physically, emotionally and financially for the Lopez family. Both, husband and wife, suffered major injuries. 

domingo, 3 de agosto de 2014

Reflections: Waiting for Cristiano

BY PRISCILLA RICE

It was a Monday. I always try to start off my work week in a positive tone, but I simply wasn't feeling it. I had a migraine and went to work anyway. I had heard that my favorite athlete, one of the best footballers that has ever lived, was going to be in the same city as I. This is the only famous person that makes me feel like a ridiculous school girl (the only other one would probably be author Paulo Coelho). THE Cristiano Ronaldo was going to be in the same city as I, so a migraine and a long work day were not going to keep me from catching a glimpse of this super-human, someone I consider the equivalent of a Greek god straight out of mythology. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to see him, I thought, so I took it.

sábado, 28 de junio de 2014

Blogueando el Mundial: "Love for the World Cup"

PRISCILLA RICE | HOY DALLAS
I love the World Cup. There is nothing more beautiful than seeing national pride from different fans from all around the world. What I love more is the passion that I see on television of those brightly painted screaming faces, or the colorful banners raised high over peoples' heads with much pride. You can also see the disappointment and anger when things don't go as one would like. This comes from a place deep within, a place that I'm just beginning to understand, although I'm not there quite yet.