It’s late start and I am sleeping in for the second time in my entire highschool career. When I wake up, I grab my wallet to pay for my breakfast at Mr. Bagel. Down in the kitchen, I put my boots on to leave. Before I could get my foot out the door, I hear my father in the basement moaning in pain. My dad is a construction worker who gets up at four in the morning for work and gets home around five at night. He never misses a day of work, or gets sick. Seeing his car in our driveway at this time is an abnormal occurrence. “Why is dad still home?” I think as I head out the door.
I push these facts out of my mind as I get into the car. For a while they don’t come back. But, once I am in class they keep popping back into my thoughts. Deciding …show more content…
I don’t read the texts until 1:30. When I do I see “Yes he’s ok but call me if you can. We are at Midcoast in Brunswick” I start to panic and as soon as possible I ask to leave class to call my mother. Even though she says my father is okay, I think about the worst case scenario. I try to call her but she did not pick up her phone. This sends me into more panic as I pace the stairwell near the upstairs bathroom. As many students and teachers pass me, one woman introduces herself to me as the school social worker. We go down to her office where she tells me that my teacher asked her to find me because she was worried. All I can do is sit and nod while Mrs. Tripp asks me about what is going on and why I left class. While trying not to cry I answer her questions pathetically. With all the pent up frustration with my mother not picking up and anxiety over my father there were tears streaming down my face soon after …show more content…
She gathers us into a group hug as she explains further what is going on. We didn’t get to see our dad before he went into surgery. We wait for three hours before we are told that dad is in recovery. Jacob and I excitedly run down to the recovery area to see him in his loopy state. Since it was only one visitor at a time, our mother goes in before us. I wasn’t able to see him until 15 minutes later, when we are told that he is going up to his room. Running back upstairs to his room we see our father being rolled down the hallway on his bed. He is conscious enough to see me waiting for him. As he passes, he reaches out his hand for mine. When he is pushed into his room we have to wait once again for them to check his vitals before we can come into the room. I cry again but this time out of relief. A huge weight is lifted off my shoulders. We got to visit him for an hour before my brother and I went home for the night.
Seeing my father again after knowing that if he did not go to the hospital his colon rupture could have been life threatening made me realize that I sometimes take my parents for granted. Even though my father is okay now, he might have not been in a short amount of time. I also realized that in life you don’t always know when something will go wrong. Or when someone’s time would run out, so you should spend as much time as possible with your loved ones.
I push these facts out of my mind as I get into the car. For a while they don’t come back. But, once I am in class they keep popping back into my thoughts. Deciding …show more content…
I don’t read the texts until 1:30. When I do I see “Yes he’s ok but call me if you can. We are at Midcoast in Brunswick” I start to panic and as soon as possible I ask to leave class to call my mother. Even though she says my father is okay, I think about the worst case scenario. I try to call her but she did not pick up her phone. This sends me into more panic as I pace the stairwell near the upstairs bathroom. As many students and teachers pass me, one woman introduces herself to me as the school social worker. We go down to her office where she tells me that my teacher asked her to find me because she was worried. All I can do is sit and nod while Mrs. Tripp asks me about what is going on and why I left class. While trying not to cry I answer her questions pathetically. With all the pent up frustration with my mother not picking up and anxiety over my father there were tears streaming down my face soon after …show more content…
She gathers us into a group hug as she explains further what is going on. We didn’t get to see our dad before he went into surgery. We wait for three hours before we are told that dad is in recovery. Jacob and I excitedly run down to the recovery area to see him in his loopy state. Since it was only one visitor at a time, our mother goes in before us. I wasn’t able to see him until 15 minutes later, when we are told that he is going up to his room. Running back upstairs to his room we see our father being rolled down the hallway on his bed. He is conscious enough to see me waiting for him. As he passes, he reaches out his hand for mine. When he is pushed into his room we have to wait once again for them to check his vitals before we can come into the room. I cry again but this time out of relief. A huge weight is lifted off my shoulders. We got to visit him for an hour before my brother and I went home for the night.
Seeing my father again after knowing that if he did not go to the hospital his colon rupture could have been life threatening made me realize that I sometimes take my parents for granted. Even though my father is okay now, he might have not been in a short amount of time. I also realized that in life you don’t always know when something will go wrong. Or when someone’s time would run out, so you should spend as much time as possible with your loved ones.