The sheer eeriness of an empty hospital room haunts me. It creates a vivid picture of sadness, fear, but most of all: Love. Room 206 was a room held close to my heart, it was my home for a month, it was also a grave for a loved one. This grave however would be the birthplace of a faith based on love, a love so strong it would never fail me.
We all have loved ones, people in our lives who we see as invincible. My invincible person was my uncle Efrain. This was a man who always welcomed me with open arms, who had a smile so big it lit up the whole room. This was the man who served as my hero, he had no faults, he walked with a confidence that nothing could stop him. I admired him, I still do to this day.
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Within a mere hour I found myself rushing to the hospital with my parents; Never in my life had a hospital looked so ominous. We arrived at what felt like a never ending hallway, with each step I felt my legs begin to tremble more and more. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached the room. The door read room 206.
Upon opening the door, I saw the room was filled with family and friends, it was not a very large room, yet three things stuck out to me: a window, a devotional book, and a single smile amongst a sea of concerned faces. This smile belonged to none other than my uncle. Whilst the grown-ups spoke of who would stay the night at the hospital my uncle simply joked around that he would be going home that same night, he did …show more content…
Before this I was simply an eleven-year-old boy who thought he knew what faith was, I believed I had something that was never there to begin with. Yet through my uncle’s death I saw what it meant to have real faith; I saw how having faith meant putting complete trust in God, even in the darkest of times. I saw my uncle hand his life over to God without a moment of hesitation, he remained strong as he knew he was going to a better place. I saw what real faith was, and I strived to have a faith like it. Six years later my faith still stands strong as it was built on a foundation of love from my
We all have loved ones, people in our lives who we see as invincible. My invincible person was my uncle Efrain. This was a man who always welcomed me with open arms, who had a smile so big it lit up the whole room. This was the man who served as my hero, he had no faults, he walked with a confidence that nothing could stop him. I admired him, I still do to this day.
Though all good things must come to an …show more content…
Within a mere hour I found myself rushing to the hospital with my parents; Never in my life had a hospital looked so ominous. We arrived at what felt like a never ending hallway, with each step I felt my legs begin to tremble more and more. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached the room. The door read room 206.
Upon opening the door, I saw the room was filled with family and friends, it was not a very large room, yet three things stuck out to me: a window, a devotional book, and a single smile amongst a sea of concerned faces. This smile belonged to none other than my uncle. Whilst the grown-ups spoke of who would stay the night at the hospital my uncle simply joked around that he would be going home that same night, he did …show more content…
Before this I was simply an eleven-year-old boy who thought he knew what faith was, I believed I had something that was never there to begin with. Yet through my uncle’s death I saw what it meant to have real faith; I saw how having faith meant putting complete trust in God, even in the darkest of times. I saw my uncle hand his life over to God without a moment of hesitation, he remained strong as he knew he was going to a better place. I saw what real faith was, and I strived to have a faith like it. Six years later my faith still stands strong as it was built on a foundation of love from my