Confilct
Conflict arises in different forms depending on the environment. There is workplace conflict, internal conflict, conflicts of interest in law, there are so many. It's really a natural disagreement, resulting from an individual, group, organisation in which people's attitudes differ, personality differences, what about negotiating conflict before it arises. It is about ones needs, About others powers, about the perceptions and misperceptions, any perception that brings about a threat, people's emotions and feelings will have a profound affect upon conflict, our values will causes conflicts what one person believes compared to another.
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Inner conflict Essay #1 (creative)
Encountering conflict
It was the night before Christmas, and Misses Johnson were sitting at the table with glazed over eyes. She had been crying; it had been a tough year for their family and due to all the medical bills Christmas was looking bleak. Misses Johnson walked down the hall broken hearted. She opened the door silently and looked over her son, who was sleeping peacefully with a hint of a smile stretched across his face for he knew that in the morning Santa would have been down the chimney.
a sudden wetness rolled down her cheek as she didn’t even realise she was crying as she walked down the stairs, knowing deep in her heart that in the morning that she would she would see his heart break as he opens his nearly empty stocking. A fire blazed through her mind as her hatred and blame whipped and whistled, if only she hadn’t tried to make the light, then she would have been fine, she wouldn’t have been in hospital for six months. She wouldn’t have missed out on her sons first day of school. She wouldn’t have felt defeated as a parent, as she kept thinking if only she hadn’t tried to make the light. She had failed. Sadness filled her chest like it had never done before. She felt as if she had betrayed the only thing that was truly hers. She had failed.
The sadness grew with every step of the stairs she took toward the almost empty stocking, she sat next to it tears streaming done her face. The thoughts started rushing through her mind, does she explain to him why Christmas the way it was. But if she does will it destroy his childhood? Or was his childhood already destroyed through the tragic events which had taken place that year? Her mind continues to race as she slowly drifted to sleep.
A beam of light danced across her face as the curtains were tugged open, it was morning it was her son opening glass pane door to go outside, clutching his new action man figurine in his tiny hands with a smile ear to ear. Misses Johnson was filled with a strange emotion she hadn’t felt in a long time, the feeling was so unfamiliar to her she didn’t know what to do but break down in tears, it was the first time misses Johnson had truly felt happy in months.
It was the night before Christmas, and Misses Johnson were sitting at the table with glazed over eyes. She had been crying; it had been a tough year for their family and due to all the medical bills Christmas was looking bleak. Misses Johnson walked down the hall broken hearted. She opened the door silently and looked over her son, who was sleeping peacefully with a hint of a smile stretched across his face for he knew that in the morning Santa would have been down the chimney.
a sudden wetness rolled down her cheek as she didn’t even realise she was crying as she walked down the stairs, knowing deep in her heart that in the morning that she would she would see his heart break as he opens his nearly empty stocking. A fire blazed through her mind as her hatred and blame whipped and whistled, if only she hadn’t tried to make the light, then she would have been fine, she wouldn’t have been in hospital for six months. She wouldn’t have missed out on her sons first day of school. She wouldn’t have felt defeated as a parent, as she kept thinking if only she hadn’t tried to make the light. She had failed. Sadness filled her chest like it had never done before. She felt as if she had betrayed the only thing that was truly hers. She had failed.
The sadness grew with every step of the stairs she took toward the almost empty stocking, she sat next to it tears streaming done her face. The thoughts started rushing through her mind, does she explain to him why Christmas the way it was. But if she does will it destroy his childhood? Or was his childhood already destroyed through the tragic events which had taken place that year? Her mind continues to race as she slowly drifted to sleep.
A beam of light danced across her face as the curtains were tugged open, it was morning it was her son opening glass pane door to go outside, clutching his new action man figurine in his tiny hands with a smile ear to ear. Misses Johnson was filled with a strange emotion she hadn’t felt in a long time, the feeling was so unfamiliar to her she didn’t know what to do but break down in tears, it was the first time misses Johnson had truly felt happy in months.