The Inevitable
As a young girl, I was fearless. I could run marathons, climbed trees as big as skyscrapers, and deer hunted with the guys in the dark woods without fear but what almost defeated me was not my two older sisters or breaking a limb being a “tomboy,” what almost defeated me was a simple strawberry. When I was young, strawberries were one of my favorite snacks. After all, who could resist munching on delicious, bright-red strawberries? I once took on great four-legged beast. I was young and going through the best years of my life eating sweat and delicious, bright red strawberries. They gave me strength. Then one day I went to 4-H Achievement Day, a day where every 4-H member has to show his or her talents to the judges. I went …show more content…
The room was a typical hospital room. The bare off white walls, the beeping of my heart monitor, the loving company of my mother and Colby. I was looking for reassurance that I would be all right, but I saw a pale, exhausted, and frightened face. This was not my mother. My mother usually is a strong fearless superhero. She did not see any fear but then she looked like a terrified mortal. My mother knew no fear she had before taught me to have no fear. If she could be as scared as she is now, should I be scared as well? What would become of me? Should I be scared for my life? I looked over at Colby, who did not look as concerned as my mother did; instead, his expression was more relieved. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back the best I could. If he was not scared did I have to be? What happened to me? I could not bring myself to ask these questions. I waited until the nurse came in to check on me. She asked me how I felt. I did not really know, so I just smiled. She must have sensed I was scared. She looked at me with a sweet, soft …show more content…
I felt like crying. My father came into the room. He smiled his famous smile. Then I broke down. I cried like a baby. My mother and father rushed to my side. They told me I was going to be all right. They did not understand that for the first time in my life I felt small. I was scared and felt so weak. When they finally discharged me from the hospital, and allowed me to go home, I spoke with my mother. She explained that being scared was normal. However, I did not feel normal instead: I felt frail. She stayed by my bedside until I felt better. After she had left, my room I thought long and hard about the day. I remembered how scared everyone was. I also remembered the nurse for she was calm and steady. I could remember the fast beating of my heart and the feeling in my stomach earlier that day. I had never realized that something so petite and plain could cause me to feel so terrible. I had to go to a specialist. I to have a scratch test, a test on the skin with almost immediate results, and it felt horrible. I had to get into yet another gown and to make it worse my dad was there. I felt so uncomfortable. Then they poked my back with little plastic pieces. Then my back itched so badly while the test was going
As a young girl, I was fearless. I could run marathons, climbed trees as big as skyscrapers, and deer hunted with the guys in the dark woods without fear but what almost defeated me was not my two older sisters or breaking a limb being a “tomboy,” what almost defeated me was a simple strawberry. When I was young, strawberries were one of my favorite snacks. After all, who could resist munching on delicious, bright-red strawberries? I once took on great four-legged beast. I was young and going through the best years of my life eating sweat and delicious, bright red strawberries. They gave me strength. Then one day I went to 4-H Achievement Day, a day where every 4-H member has to show his or her talents to the judges. I went …show more content…
The room was a typical hospital room. The bare off white walls, the beeping of my heart monitor, the loving company of my mother and Colby. I was looking for reassurance that I would be all right, but I saw a pale, exhausted, and frightened face. This was not my mother. My mother usually is a strong fearless superhero. She did not see any fear but then she looked like a terrified mortal. My mother knew no fear she had before taught me to have no fear. If she could be as scared as she is now, should I be scared as well? What would become of me? Should I be scared for my life? I looked over at Colby, who did not look as concerned as my mother did; instead, his expression was more relieved. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back the best I could. If he was not scared did I have to be? What happened to me? I could not bring myself to ask these questions. I waited until the nurse came in to check on me. She asked me how I felt. I did not really know, so I just smiled. She must have sensed I was scared. She looked at me with a sweet, soft …show more content…
I felt like crying. My father came into the room. He smiled his famous smile. Then I broke down. I cried like a baby. My mother and father rushed to my side. They told me I was going to be all right. They did not understand that for the first time in my life I felt small. I was scared and felt so weak. When they finally discharged me from the hospital, and allowed me to go home, I spoke with my mother. She explained that being scared was normal. However, I did not feel normal instead: I felt frail. She stayed by my bedside until I felt better. After she had left, my room I thought long and hard about the day. I remembered how scared everyone was. I also remembered the nurse for she was calm and steady. I could remember the fast beating of my heart and the feeling in my stomach earlier that day. I had never realized that something so petite and plain could cause me to feel so terrible. I had to go to a specialist. I to have a scratch test, a test on the skin with almost immediate results, and it felt horrible. I had to get into yet another gown and to make it worse my dad was there. I felt so uncomfortable. Then they poked my back with little plastic pieces. Then my back itched so badly while the test was going