Personal Essay On Grey's Anatomy

A typical person might cringe at the sight of blood. A typical person might turn away at the sight of needles. A typical person might even think Grey’s Anatomy is realistic. I’m not your typical person. I’ve practice suturing techniques on bananas. I’ve read human anatomy books during my freetime. I’ve put together deconstructed human skeletons and even dissected baby pigs over my summer vacation. It all began when I was just a young boy. I lived in a quiet neighborhood surrounded by farmland on all sides and a creek that ran right through my backyard. There were only a few houses down the street, all discolored and old. None of my friends lived near me growing up. My neighbor just across the street, though, truly became the friend I never …show more content…
During crop season, her and I would always weed, hoe, and maintain the garden even on the hottest days of the year. We did everything together and to me she became family. Unfortunately, as the years went by it became more and more difficult for Edna to fulfill her life with gardening with which she’d cherished all her life. Seeing her struggle everyday broke my heart. I remember the day like it was just yesterday. We were in the garden one summer picking an array of vegetables like any other day. I noticed she was struggling and tried to convince her to let me pick everything, but like any stubborn woman she refused as always. As I feared, she came crashing down on the freshly weeded dirt moments later. I could tell she was fine and all, but she was too weak to get back up again. With every ounce of energy, I tried to left her to her feet but it just wouldn’t budge. I rushed to get help from another neighbor down the street. Fortunately, my neighbor helped get her up and cleaned off the dirt covering her arms and legs. From that point on, I noticed she wasn’t the same person she was before. Like Winston S. Churchill once said, “It’s not enough to have