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A Black Homeless Is Humiliated And Kicked Out Of A Hospital, When The Doctor Sees His Military Medal –

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The rain hammered down mercilessly on the streets of the city, creating pools of murky water that reflected the dim street lights. Jamal Evans, drenched and shivering, stumbled through the main doors of St. George Hospital. His clothes were filthy, clinging to his thin frame, and the pungent smell of the streets surrounded him like a cloud. Jamal had been homeless for years, but tonight, the pain in his chest had become unbearable.

As he approached the front desk, his vision blurred slightly, his legs felt weak, and his breathing was labored. The bright fluorescent lights of the hospital lobby felt harsh against his tired eyes. A young woman behind the counter looked up from her computer, her eyes narrowing as they landed on Jamal…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice filled with a thinly veiled irritation.

Jamal opened his mouth to speak, but his voice came out hoarse, barely a whisper. “I… I need to see a doctor.”

The woman glanced at him again, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she took in his appearance. His clothes were soaked through, his jacket torn at the seams, and his shoes barely held together. She sighed deeply, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

“Do you have insurance?” she asked, her voice sharp and dismissive.

Jamal blinked, momentarily confused. His mind was foggy, the pain in his chest spreading to his arms.

“No, but please… I need help.”

The receptionist rolled her eyes, her fingers tapping impatiently on the keyboard in front of her.

“This is a private hospital. Without insurance, you’ll need to go to a public facility.”

Jamal’s heart sank. He had been turned away from other places before, but tonight was different. He felt something deep inside him, a sense of urgency that he couldn’t explain.

“Please,” he begged, his voice cracking. “I’m in a lot of pain. I just… I just need someone to check on me.”

The woman didn’t bother looking up from her computer this time.

“You can try St. Vincent. It’s about 15 blocks away.”

“I can’t walk that far,” Jamal said, his voice trembling with desperation. “Please…”

Before he could say another word, a violent cough tore through his body, causing him to double over in pain. He clutched his chest, gasping for breath, but the receptionist barely glanced in his direction.

“Sir, you can’t stay here if you’re not being seen. Please leave before I call security.”

Jamal felt the weight of the world pressing down on him. The judgmental stares from the other patients in the waiting area burned into his back. He could hear their whispers, their disgust evident in their hushed tones.

“He smells awful,” one said.

“God, how did he even get in here? This place isn’t for people like him,” another muttered.

Tears welled up in Jamal’s eyes, but he blinked them away, trying to hold on to the last shred of dignity he had. His hands trembled as he straightened up, trying to steady his breathing, but the pain wouldn’t stop. It was getting worse.

Suddenly, he collapsed onto the cold, tiled floor. The receptionist gasped, her eyes wide with shock as Jamal’s body convulsed briefly before going still. For a moment, the entire room froze. Then the murmur of voices grew louder as patients stood to get a better look at the scene unfolding in front of them.

“What’s happening?” someone asked, their voice tinged with panic.

“Is he dead?” another person whispered.

Before anyone could react further, the doors to the emergency wing swung open, and a tall man in a white coat strode in. Dr. William Cooper, a seasoned surgeon with graying hair and a no-nonsense demeanor, took in the scene with a single glance.

“What’s going on here?” he demanded, his voice cutting through the chaotic murmur of the crowd.

The receptionist stammered, “He… he collapsed. He doesn’t have insurance.”

Dr. Cooper ignored her explanation, his focus entirely on the man lying unconscious on the floor. Kneeling beside Jamal, he carefully checked for a pulse. Relief washed over him when he found one, albeit weak.

“We need a gurney here, now!” Cooper barked, snapping the staff out of their stupor as two orderlies rushed forward with a stretcher.

Cooper noticed something glinting under Jamal’s ragged jacket. His eyes narrowed as he carefully pulled back the fabric to reveal a small, tarnished metal pin on Jamal’s chest. It was a Bronze Star.

Dr. Cooper’s breath caught in his throat. He had seen this medal before, many times in fact, but never like this—never on a man in such a state. The Bronze Star was awarded for heroic or meritorious service in a combat zone. Jamal Evans wasn’t just a homeless man; he was a veteran.

In the dim lighting of the emergency room, Jamal lay on a bed, hooked up to an IV drip, his chest rising and falling steadily as the machines beeped softly around him. His body, though weak and malnourished, was finally stable after the ordeal in the lobby.

Dr. William Cooper stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, lost in thought. He couldn’t shake the image of the Bronze Star from his mind. The more he thought about it, the more unsettled he became.

“Dr. Cooper?” a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

He turned to see Nurse Sarah Miller standing nearby, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. Her face was pale, her usual confident demeanor replaced with something more fragile.

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“Is he… is he going to be okay?” Sarah’s voice was laced with concern as she glanced at Jamal’s still form.

“He’s stable for now,” Cooper replied, “but his condition is critical. Years of living on the streets have taken a toll on his body.”

Sarah bit her lip, her eyes lingering on Jamal. She had seen many patients come through the emergency room, some worse off than others, but something about this man struck a chord deep within her. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his story than met the eye.

“I noticed the medal,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “He’s a veteran, isn’t he?”

Cooper nodded, his expression grim. “Bronze Star. It’s not something they hand out lightly.”

Sarah’s heart clenched. Her father had been a veteran too, though he hadn’t been awarded any medals. After returning from the war, he had struggled to adjust to civilian life. The man she remembered from her childhood had been strong, kind, and brave, but the war had changed him. He became withdrawn, angry, lost in a world of memories that he couldn’t escape.

Eventually, her father spiraled into a deep depression. He started drinking, and before long, he lost his job, his home, and ultimately, his will to live. Sarah had watched helplessly as the man who had once been her hero became a shell of his former self. He died on the streets, forgotten and alone. The guilt of not being able to save him had haunted Sarah for years, and now, looking at Jamal, she couldn’t help but see her father reflected in his gaunt features.

“I want to help him,” Sarah said, her voice firmer now. “I need to help him.”

Cooper raised an eyebrow, surprised by the intensity in her tone. “Are you sure, Nurse Miller? This man’s case is complicated. He doesn’t have insurance, and the hospital isn’t exactly eager to take on patients like him.”

“I don’t care,” Sarah replied, her eyes flashing with determination. “He’s a human being—a soldier. We can’t just throw him back on the streets.”

Cooper studied her for a moment before nodding. “All right, but this isn’t going to be easy.”

“I’m not afraid of difficult,” Sarah said quietly, her mind already racing with possibilities of how she could help Jamal.

Over the next few days, Jamal remained in the hospital, though his condition improved only slightly. He was still weak, his body ravaged by years of malnutrition and exposure to the elements, but slowly, he began to regain some of his strength.

Sarah visited him often, sitting by his bedside during her breaks, trying to coax him into talking, but Jamal remained guarded, his memories clouded by the trauma of both the war and his years on the streets.

One evening, as the hospital quieted down, Sarah sat by Jamal’s bedside, her hands resting on the edge of the bed. She watched him silently, noting the way his brow furrowed even in sleep, as though he were reliving some distant nightmare.

“Jamal,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Jamal stirred, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He blinked a few times, disoriented, before his gaze settled on Sarah.

“Where am I?” he rasped, his voice weak from disuse.

“You’re in St. George Hospital,” Sarah replied gently. “You collapsed in the lobby.”

Jamal frowned, his mind struggling to piece together the events that had led him here. “I don’t… I don’t remember.”

“You’ve been through a lot,” Sarah said softly, “but you’re safe now.”

Jamal’s eyes darkened as he shifted uncomfortably in the

bed. “Safe,” he muttered bitterly. “I haven’t been safe in years.”

Sarah’s heart ached at the pain in his voice. She wanted to reach out to comfort him, but she knew that the walls he had built around himself were not easily torn down.

“Do you remember the war?” she asked cautiously, unsure if he would even want to talk about it.

Jamal’s eyes flickered with something—pain, anger, regret—but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

“I remember pieces,” he said finally, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Flashes. The sound of gunfire, the smell of smoke, men screaming… and then, nothing.”

Sarah leaned forward, her heart racing. “You don’t remember what happened?”

Jamal shook his head, his face tightening with frustration. “No. It’s all a blur. One minute we were on a mission, and the next… everything went wrong.”

Sarah’s brow furrowed as she listened. It was clear that Jamal had experienced something traumatic—something that had left deep scars on his psyche—but the details were murky, locked away in the recesses of his mind.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked gently.

Jamal’s jaw clenched, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. “What’s the point?” he muttered. “Talking won’t change anything.”

Sarah sighed softly, knowing that pushing him wouldn’t help. She had seen this kind of pain before, and she knew that healing was a slow and painful process.

“You don’t have to talk if you’re not ready,” she said quietly. “But just know that I’m here if you ever need someone to listen.”

Jamal didn’t respond, but Sarah could see the conflict in his eyes. He wanted to talk—maybe even needed to—but the weight of his past was too much to bear.

 


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Guy Fawkes’ punishment was one of the most severe in English history – here’s what happens when a body is hung, drawn and quartered

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Fawkes and his co-conspirators were sentenced to hanging, drawing and quartering. Crispijn van de Passe the Elder/ Wikimedia Commons

After their infamous plot to destroy parliament was foiled, Guy Fawkes and his co-conspirators received one of the most severe judicial sentences in English history: hanging, drawing and quartering. According to the Treason Act 1351 , this punishment involved…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

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  • Michelle SpearProfessor of Anatomy, University of Bristol

That you be drawn on a hurdle to the place of execution, where you shall be hanged by the neck and being alive cut down, your privy members shall be cut off and your bowels taken out and burned before you, your head severed from your body and your body divided into four quarters to be disposed of at the King’s pleasure.

This process aimed not only to inflict excruciating pain on the condemned, but to serve as a deterrent – demonstrating the fate of those who betrayed the Crown. While Fawkes reportedly jumped from the gallows – which meant he avoided the full extent of his punishment – his co-conspirators apparently weren’t so lucky.

By dissecting each stage of this medieval punishment from an anatomical perspective, we can understand the profound agony each of them endured.

Torture for confession

Before his public execution on January 31 1606, Fawkes was tortured to force a confession about his involvement in the “gunpowder plot”.

The Tower of London records confirm that King James I personally authorised “the gentler tortures first”. Accounts reveal that Fawkes was stretched on the rack – a device designed to slowly pull the limbs in opposite directions. This stretching inflicted severe trauma on the shoulders, elbows and hips, as well as the spine.

The forces exerted by the rack probably exceeded those required for joint or hip dislocation under normal conditions.

Substantive differences between Fawkes’ signatures on confessions between November 8 and shortly before his execution may indicate the amount of nerve and soft tissue damage sustained. It also illustrates how remarkable his final leap from the gallows was.

An engraving depicting a person being tortured on the rack.
The rack slowly pulled a prisoner’s limbs in opposite directions. Wellcome Collection/ Wikimedia Commons , CC BY-SA

Stage 1: hanging (partial strangulation)

After surviving the torture of the rack, Fawkes and his gang faced the next stage of their punishment: hanging. But this form of hanging only partially strangled the condemned – preserving their consciousness and prolonging their suffering.

Partial strangulation exerts extreme pressure on several critical neck structures. The hyoid bone , a small u-shaped structure above the larynx, is prone to bruising or fracture under compression .

Simultaneously, pressure on the carotid arteries restricts blood flow to the brain, while compression of the jugular veins causes pooling of blood in the head – probably resulting in visible haemorrhages in the eyes and face.

Because the larynx and trachea (both essential for airflow) are partially obstructed, this makes breathing laboured. Strain on the cervical spine and surrounding muscles in the neck can lead to tearing, muscle spasms or dislocation of the vertebra – causing severe pain. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Fawkes brought his agony to a premature end by leaping from the gallows. Accounts from the time tell us:

His body being weak with the torture and sickness, he was scarce able to go up the ladder – yet with much ado, by the help of the hangman, went high enough to break his neck by the fall.

This probably caused him to suffer a bilateral fracture of his second cervical vertebra, assisted by his own bodyweight – an injury known as the “hangman’s fracture” .

Stage 2: Drawing (disembowelment)

After enduring partial hanging, the victim would then be “drawn” – a process which involved disembowelling them while still alive. This act mainly targeted the organs of the abdominal cavity – including the intestines, liver and kidney, as well as major blood vessels such as the abdominal aorta.

The physiological response to disembowelment would have been immediate and severe. The abdominal cavity possesses a high concentration of pain receptors – particularly around the membranous lining of the abdomen . When punctured, these pain receptors would have sent intense pain signals to the brain, overwhelming the body’s capacity for pain management . Shock would soon follow due to the rapid drop in blood pressure caused by massive amounts of blood loss.

Stage 3: quartering (dismemberment)

Quartering was also supposed to be performed while the victim was still alive. Though no accounts exist detailing at what phase victims typically lost consciousness during execution, it’s highly unlikely many survived the shock of being drawn.

So, at this stage, publicity superseded punishment given the victim’s likely earlier demise. Limbs that were removed from criminals were preserved by boiling them with spices. These were then toured around the country to act as a deterrent for others.

Though accounts suggest Fawkes’s body parts were sent to “the four corners of the United Kingdom”, there is no specific record of what was sent where. However, his head was displayed in London .

Traitor’s punishment

The punishment of hanging, drawing and quartering was designed to be as anatomically devastating as it was psychologically terrifying. Each stage of the process exploited the vulnerabilities of the human body to create maximum pain and suffering, while also serving as a grim reminder of the consequences of treason.

This punishment also gives us an insight into how medieval justice systems used the body as a canvas for social and political messaging. Fawkes’s fate, though unimaginable today, exemplifies the extremes to which the state could, and would, go to maintain control, power and authority over its subjects.

The sentence of hanging, drawing and quartering was officially removed from English law as part of the Forfeiture Act of 1870 .

 

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OPINION: 4 Children Who Were Sentenced to life imprisonment At A Young Age And what They Did

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There are many unusual things happening across the world. Children are charming and lovely, yet others are really dangerous and have been involved in a variety of illegal activities in society.

In this post, we’ll look at four children who were condemned to life in jail Please keep in mind that some of these children are now adults…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

1. Joshua Phillips:

Joshua Phillips stabbed his neighbor’s eight-year-old daughter and put the girl’s body under his bed at home. After eight days, his mother discovered the body.

Joshua Phillips was fourteen years old when he committed this act, according to reports, and he was sentenced to life in jail.

Take a look at how Joshua Phillips is now.

2. Eric Smith:

Eric Smith, according to sources, was condemned to life in jail many years ago. Eric Smith was just 13 years old when he hit a 4-year-old boy with a rock and killed him.

Following multiple conversations with Eric, he stated that he was bullied by several senior kids at his school and that he killed the youngster because he was irritated and upset. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

3. Lionel Tate:

Lionel Tate was one of the youngest people to get a life sentence.

According to sources, when he was 13 years old, Lionel Tate killed his neighbor’s six-year-old daughter.

Lionel Tate claimed he was boxing with the young girl.

4. Brian Lee Draper:

Brian Lee Draper was sentenced to life in prison in 2006 for murdering a classmate, according to reports.

The murder was committed by Brian Lee Draper and his friend Torey Adamcik, who was sixteen years old at the time.

Parents should always endeavor to teach their children how to be good children, as well as pray for them.

 

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Lady Caught Feeding Neighbor’s Baby With Faeces & Urine Speaks From Prison, Gives This Ugly Reason

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A woman named Stella Namwanje was arrested in Uganda for allegedly committing an atrocious act against her neighbor’s baby. Reports indicate that she was caught on video defecating and urinating on the infant before feeding him the waste. This shocking behavior has drawn widespread condemnation and raised serious concerns about the child’s welfare…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

The incident took place in the Binyonyi A area of the Nyendo-Mukungwe division. Local authorities acted swiftly after the disturbing footage circulated on social media, prompting community outrage. The police have since taken Namwanje into custody to investigate the circumstances surrounding her actions and ensure the safety of the child.

The case has sparked discussions about the need for stronger measures to protect vulnerable individuals, especially children, from abuse. It highlights the alarming reality of child torture and the psychological issues that may drive such behavior. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

As the investigation unfolds, the community is rallying to support the affected family and prevent similar incidents in the future. The legal proceedings against Namwanje will likely focus on the extent of her actions and the necessary repercussions for such a heinous crime.

 

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