Worst Day In My Life

One in three first heart attacks are fatal. It seemed to be just a normal day in April when I woke up to get prepared for another soccer game, but what I didn’t realize is April 27, 2013 would be the worst day I would experienced in my young sixteen years. Appreciate what you have because you don’t realize it’s importance until it’s gone. Gone possibly forever. I started off the morning with getting suited up for a varsity soccer game my sophomore year. It was an intensely hot day on the black turf and I was experiencing heat stroke symptoms myself throughout the game, which wasn’t new to me. I rather play outside in a freezing blizzard than when the temperature is above 80 degrees. He was watching me from the stands sitting right beside …show more content…
While eating we talked about how I would need to prepare for my first job interview that was the same day. I got changed in the restaurant bathroom for the interview, while only thinking about my dad once. Wondering why they would leave to go eat somewhere else and not want to eat with me. But as that thought quickly came and went, my mom dropped me off at the front steps of the Powder Horn, a country club that would be offering me a position as a busser, a good first job for any teenager. Once the interview was finished, we traveled back home where my grandma, sister, nephew, mom, and I would draw and trace each other in chalk on the sidewalk. The last time I saw my dad alive was when he came outside the front of the house to see what we were doing and I asked him, being my sarcastic self and already knowing his answer, “do you wanna get traced too?” Of course he said no because he had to get back to working with a …show more content…
That’s when I saw him, his new, nice, white shirt contrasting with the dirt, laying in the pasture. My sisters and I sprinted into the field to find him laying there with blue face and hands. In a panic situation, some people have the ability to react quickly while others completely blank out and have no idea what to do. I realized that day that in situations like this I am in the latter group. My sister was yelling at me to call 911 so I sprinted back into the house, scrambled around for my phone, called 911, and ran back outside. As I was talking to the dispatcher, an ambulance pulled into my house. Confused on how this ambulance knew to come to my house, I ended up hanging up on the dispatcher since I didn’t need their help anymore. Yes, this probably might not have been the best thing to do, but, as I said before, in a panic situation I have no idea what to do.  The worst thing a doctor or paramedic can say to you in my opinion is “it is just a matter of time” or “we can’t help him.” The paramedics took one look at my dad and told us that they couldn’t help him. He had had a heart attack based on the color of his