Statistics are mathematical equations. They are numbers. They mean little to me. Statistically, there is a 000000001% chance that you are the person that will read this essay. And yet, here you are. So, when someone has a 3% chance of living, many will say that person is doomed to die, but I don’t agree.
As a typical Minnesotan family, we planned to spend the day on the lake. We loaded up the boat and set out for the day. My three cousins, aunt and a family friend left the dock with enough food and sunscreen to last throughout day. It was not long before my cousin Jara and I walked to the front of the boat, followed by our aunt. “Faster, faster,” we yelled to the driver, giggling every time we hit a wave. Suddenly, we hit something that launched my cousin and I through the air. …show more content…
We did not have a cellular phone, or anything to call for help. . Luckily, a teen-age boy on a jet ski stopped. “Run for help, please hurry, we need help now,” my aunt screamed to him. Minutes later, the boy returned, followed by an ambulance and a parade of police cars. The police officers tried to help comfort me, but nothing could calm me. By the time my uncle Jim, Jara’s dad, arrived at the hospital, Jara was already in surgery. Shortly after, the doctor came out. “I’m sorry, there is just nothing we can do, she is in a comma and will most likely not wake up. If she does, she will not be able to walk, talk, or care for herself.” We all huddled into the room and began to say a prayer. When our prayer was finished, we were asked to leave the room, as it was time for Jara’s parents to decide whether or not Jara was to remain on life support. As I walked out of the room, I could hear my uncle sob, “I will never take her off life support, I can’t kill my little girl.” Just as we all began to lose hope, a miracle happened…Three days later, she woke up! Not only did she wake up, she started talking! She had just defied two of the doctor’s
As a typical Minnesotan family, we planned to spend the day on the lake. We loaded up the boat and set out for the day. My three cousins, aunt and a family friend left the dock with enough food and sunscreen to last throughout day. It was not long before my cousin Jara and I walked to the front of the boat, followed by our aunt. “Faster, faster,” we yelled to the driver, giggling every time we hit a wave. Suddenly, we hit something that launched my cousin and I through the air. …show more content…
We did not have a cellular phone, or anything to call for help. . Luckily, a teen-age boy on a jet ski stopped. “Run for help, please hurry, we need help now,” my aunt screamed to him. Minutes later, the boy returned, followed by an ambulance and a parade of police cars. The police officers tried to help comfort me, but nothing could calm me. By the time my uncle Jim, Jara’s dad, arrived at the hospital, Jara was already in surgery. Shortly after, the doctor came out. “I’m sorry, there is just nothing we can do, she is in a comma and will most likely not wake up. If she does, she will not be able to walk, talk, or care for herself.” We all huddled into the room and began to say a prayer. When our prayer was finished, we were asked to leave the room, as it was time for Jara’s parents to decide whether or not Jara was to remain on life support. As I walked out of the room, I could hear my uncle sob, “I will never take her off life support, I can’t kill my little girl.” Just as we all began to lose hope, a miracle happened…Three days later, she woke up! Not only did she wake up, she started talking! She had just defied two of the doctor’s