Saving a Life: A Narrative Essay My parents, sister, and I were getting into the car to meet the patient with Hemophilia in India during my winter break. The patient was someone my mom sponsored through an organization. My mom’s job was research in Hemophilia so she knew a lot about it. “Hemophilia is a bleeding disorder.” my mom explained to my sister and I. My mom put white Jasmine flowers in my black hair that was in one braid. She said it was a part of the culture just like wearing Indian clothes. The car drove on the opposite side of the road. Sitting in the car, I didn’t realize I was about to have a life changing experience. Looking out the window, I saw a cow cross the road right in front of our car. It went straight into the traffic
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“When did he first find out he had Hemophilia?” asked my mom.
“We first found out when he fell off the swing as a baby and he hurt his head,” replied his sister, “ We knew right away that he had Hemophilia since his brother also has it.”
As they were talking my dad took off the watch on his wrist. He put it on Desilva’s wrist. The organisers took many pictures. The organisers also offered biscuits and tea. We could not drink the tea because in India, the water could give you food poisoning. Although, we did eat the biscuits.
After about an hour or so, we left. Desilva, his sister, and the organisers came with us to the car. “Be strong Desilva,” my dad said. He nodded his head. They all waved goodbye as the car drove back on the bumpy unpaved road.
“What did you think about meeting the patient? asked my dad.
“It was a life changing experience,” said my sister.
“Definitely,” I replied.
As I sat in the car thinking, I realized that not everyone is fortunate enough to afford everything. I thought that maybe if everyone donated a little money, then people in poor countries could have happy and healthy lives like the rest of us. Even if people gave something like the candy or the watch it would make a huge difference. I looked out the car window and understood that the organization, and my parents, were saving a
“When did he first find out he had Hemophilia?” asked my mom.
“We first found out when he fell off the swing as a baby and he hurt his head,” replied his sister, “ We knew right away that he had Hemophilia since his brother also has it.”
As they were talking my dad took off the watch on his wrist. He put it on Desilva’s wrist. The organisers took many pictures. The organisers also offered biscuits and tea. We could not drink the tea because in India, the water could give you food poisoning. Although, we did eat the biscuits.
After about an hour or so, we left. Desilva, his sister, and the organisers came with us to the car. “Be strong Desilva,” my dad said. He nodded his head. They all waved goodbye as the car drove back on the bumpy unpaved road.
“What did you think about meeting the patient? asked my dad.
“It was a life changing experience,” said my sister.
“Definitely,” I replied.
As I sat in the car thinking, I realized that not everyone is fortunate enough to afford everything. I thought that maybe if everyone donated a little money, then people in poor countries could have happy and healthy lives like the rest of us. Even if people gave something like the candy or the watch it would make a huge difference. I looked out the car window and understood that the organization, and my parents, were saving a