Aaron Jeu
Mr. Ballard
ENGL 001A (02) 14 January 2015
Remembering an Event When I was a child, the world seemed to be a place of joy and happiness to me. I held the title of the oldest, middle, youngest, and above all, the favorite among the children. How can just one person hold all of these titles? Well, when you are an only child, it is quite easy. At the early age of four years old, the attention, constant protection, and endless love that I received from my parents were blessings. When I cried, someone would comfort me. If I did not want to sit alone, I would always be in someone’s arms. A child does not have to worry about any duties or responsibilities. A child is not expected to accomplish any tasks. A child simply eats, …show more content…
I was rushed to the emergency room to stitch up the gash on my forehead that I had received from role-playing as Kobe Bryant with a large grey plastic trashcan. I remember hearing the doctors screaming at each other, “Prepare the stitches and clean the wound. Hurry!” I soon fell unconscious and found myself lying in my bed the next morning at home. Looking back, as an only child at a fairly young age, I could not imagine how terrified my parents were or what sort of state they were in. Sometimes I think to myself, “What kind of condition would my parents be in today if I had died from an enormous amount of blood loss?” My grandparents had taken me first to the inquiry office and there I came to know that my mother was in Room 241 on the seventh floor. A ward girl of the hospital guided us to the room. There I found my father sitting with my mother, awake and holding my newly born sister. Although I was not allowed to hold my sister, I felt relieved both my parents were in a genuine condition and most of all overjoyed to welcome a new member into the family. I felt luckier and happier than someone who had just won the …show more content…
Strolling around the hospital, I saw that the medical units, both for men and women, were crowded with patients. The patients at these wards get the treatment after a long tiresome wait. It was extremely painful to see the patients grumbling in pain. Hundreds of patients, some of them were crying, lay in bed on what seemed to be soiled linens. It put me under an impression that these poor creatures were not well looked after. The food supplied to them appeared to be disappointing. The room that they retired to after operation looked claustrophobic and musty. It was not a very comforting picture from an outsider’s perspective. I felt that the hospital was short on staff. The doctors simply could not spend enough time on each patient. The patients of the special rooms received better and more immediate attention. These rooms were meant for well-to-do persons. It was a very costly affair, which a common man could not afford. For a moment, I thought of how nice it would have been if all the patients were treated alike. I asked my grandfather, “Why aren’t all rooms nice like this?” He responded in regretful tone, “Unfortunately, not all people can afford luxurious rooms or even nice simple
Mr. Ballard
ENGL 001A (02) 14 January 2015
Remembering an Event When I was a child, the world seemed to be a place of joy and happiness to me. I held the title of the oldest, middle, youngest, and above all, the favorite among the children. How can just one person hold all of these titles? Well, when you are an only child, it is quite easy. At the early age of four years old, the attention, constant protection, and endless love that I received from my parents were blessings. When I cried, someone would comfort me. If I did not want to sit alone, I would always be in someone’s arms. A child does not have to worry about any duties or responsibilities. A child is not expected to accomplish any tasks. A child simply eats, …show more content…
I was rushed to the emergency room to stitch up the gash on my forehead that I had received from role-playing as Kobe Bryant with a large grey plastic trashcan. I remember hearing the doctors screaming at each other, “Prepare the stitches and clean the wound. Hurry!” I soon fell unconscious and found myself lying in my bed the next morning at home. Looking back, as an only child at a fairly young age, I could not imagine how terrified my parents were or what sort of state they were in. Sometimes I think to myself, “What kind of condition would my parents be in today if I had died from an enormous amount of blood loss?” My grandparents had taken me first to the inquiry office and there I came to know that my mother was in Room 241 on the seventh floor. A ward girl of the hospital guided us to the room. There I found my father sitting with my mother, awake and holding my newly born sister. Although I was not allowed to hold my sister, I felt relieved both my parents were in a genuine condition and most of all overjoyed to welcome a new member into the family. I felt luckier and happier than someone who had just won the …show more content…
Strolling around the hospital, I saw that the medical units, both for men and women, were crowded with patients. The patients at these wards get the treatment after a long tiresome wait. It was extremely painful to see the patients grumbling in pain. Hundreds of patients, some of them were crying, lay in bed on what seemed to be soiled linens. It put me under an impression that these poor creatures were not well looked after. The food supplied to them appeared to be disappointing. The room that they retired to after operation looked claustrophobic and musty. It was not a very comforting picture from an outsider’s perspective. I felt that the hospital was short on staff. The doctors simply could not spend enough time on each patient. The patients of the special rooms received better and more immediate attention. These rooms were meant for well-to-do persons. It was a very costly affair, which a common man could not afford. For a moment, I thought of how nice it would have been if all the patients were treated alike. I asked my grandfather, “Why aren’t all rooms nice like this?” He responded in regretful tone, “Unfortunately, not all people can afford luxurious rooms or even nice simple