Disappointment and guilt are not usually emotions that a person feels at once. They are usually felt at different times in different situations but not in this case. I am disappointed because my father survived yet his character perished. I can’t help but feel guilt because of my faulty disappointment.
I was in the third grade when my dad was in his final motorcycle accident. He was in the ICU for slightly over two months. He wasn’t responding to treatments nor was he responding to anyone until I saw him. Because of the fact that I was nine instead of the required age of thirteen, my uncle sneaked me in under his coat. When I finally saw my dad, I had no words. I had never seen anyone look so unnatural. He had a feeding tube projecting …show more content…
The man was considerably smaller in size. His eyes were dull and looked to be lost.
“No, that’s not him,”
For the life of me, I couldn’t understand how that man could be my dad. The man who stood tall and walked with pride and pure confidence that seemed to radiate off of him. Since Mom was dead set on convincing me that the man in the wheel chair was my dad I eventually let it go. The hospital okayed Dad to go outside so we wheel him around the yard. Finally we stopped under the shade provided by the mossy trees above. Everyone tried to talk to him, including his brothers, my aunt, my mom, and even me. He just sat there and stared as if he were in a never-ending thought. I was so confused.
My mom pulled me to the side and said we’re going to go for a walk around the courtyard. She explained what really happened in the accident. She said that he was on his motorcycle and a car ran a red-light. Mom said he wasn’t wearing a helmet and the car that hit him was going exceedingly fast. The doctors said that the brain is unpredictable; he may not be the same man he use to be. He needed to start physical therapy as soon as possible and there was a chance that he could be back into his usual routine in no
I was in the third grade when my dad was in his final motorcycle accident. He was in the ICU for slightly over two months. He wasn’t responding to treatments nor was he responding to anyone until I saw him. Because of the fact that I was nine instead of the required age of thirteen, my uncle sneaked me in under his coat. When I finally saw my dad, I had no words. I had never seen anyone look so unnatural. He had a feeding tube projecting …show more content…
The man was considerably smaller in size. His eyes were dull and looked to be lost.
“No, that’s not him,”
For the life of me, I couldn’t understand how that man could be my dad. The man who stood tall and walked with pride and pure confidence that seemed to radiate off of him. Since Mom was dead set on convincing me that the man in the wheel chair was my dad I eventually let it go. The hospital okayed Dad to go outside so we wheel him around the yard. Finally we stopped under the shade provided by the mossy trees above. Everyone tried to talk to him, including his brothers, my aunt, my mom, and even me. He just sat there and stared as if he were in a never-ending thought. I was so confused.
My mom pulled me to the side and said we’re going to go for a walk around the courtyard. She explained what really happened in the accident. She said that he was on his motorcycle and a car ran a red-light. Mom said he wasn’t wearing a helmet and the car that hit him was going exceedingly fast. The doctors said that the brain is unpredictable; he may not be the same man he use to be. He needed to start physical therapy as soon as possible and there was a chance that he could be back into his usual routine in no