I was in first or second grade when 9/11 happened. All I truly remember was coming home and walking through the door to find my mom pacing the room. She then leaned down to my level and whispered, "Something terrible happened today." And when I saw the news, I realized what was going on, but didn't really put it into thought.
And have we all forgotten about that horrible Tsunami that occured? And Hurricane Katrina? My, my. So much, so little we can do. I've had some truly scary moments in my life. xlRacerXlx, you've had a gun pulled on you? Wow. Nothing I can think of can top that. But my dad has almost died maybe... five times in his life? Let's see... when he was young he drank unprocessed cow milk, some kind of illness came upon him, and the most recent was probably one of the scariest.
He was working outside on our house and it had been raining. He was using one of those lifting machines to work on the roof. When he went to get down, his foot slipped and he did a sort of split thing on a pole. When he came inside, he was barely walking and he was losing blood fast. I remember I was doing my homework, and when he was bleeding all I could think was, "Focus on my homework, focus on my homework." I later broke down into tears. When my aunt and uncle, whom are really into their religion, came over, they came over to me. All I can remember is hearing their voices, "It's ok, Jesus will take care of daddy, Jesus will take care of daddy." I wanted Jesus to take care of him, but not to send him to heaven. I was just a wreck. It was nightmarish.
And how can I forget the time when my brother, who was about four or three at the time, got sent to the hospital at one in the morning due to spitting up and breathing difficulties? Now, I'm one to hate anything thrown up or regurgitated. But in this case, all I could do was hug him and hold his hand and tell him he'd be ok as we raced to the hospital. I'm lucky that my dad is a nurse. He knew partially the problem. When we got there, my dad's nurse friend, China, had to put him on a breathing machine. Then the most heartbreaking part came. He had to get a "poke poke". I couldn't stand watching my brother sit there while the nurse told him to look at his dad, and the instant he did she took the needle and drew blood. He was in tears. I was in tears. I can't stand watching my brother get a shot. Oh, and did I mention it was a few days until Christmas? Not fun. But he got home the same night, and he got to open up a gift early. My mom let me open one up, too. He opened up his space astonaut. I got my bracelet.
I, personally, have never gotten a life threatening illness or been sent to the hospital. Heck, I never even broke a bone in my body or been through any kind of operation. And I know I probably will, as an older person, break a limb or two or get my tonsils removed or some kind of operation like that. I'm just happy that isn't today.
