A True Miracle Of A Miracle

On January 3, 2009 around 11:00 PM the phone rang with what I thought was exciting news about my newly born sister, Tristyn ,but quickly turned to horror. I could heard the fright in my dad's shaken voice as he told me Tristyn had to go into immediate heart surgery because she needed a stent to open up the blood flow to her heart. Being eight at the time the only thing I could think about was how she might not make it. My dad said to me “look after your sisters, and tell them nothing about the surgery”, which terrified me more than before. I knew I needed to be brave and take charge of the situations for my sisters. Bravery is something I learned for a situation I never knew would happen.

This took place last year, January 8th of 2016. On this day, my dog died. She had been having seizures, kidney failure, and all her organs were slowly beginning to lose all function. She was a boxer, and boxers normally have the life span on 9 to 10 years. She was 11, almost 12, so it was pretty rare for her breed. This was the dog that grew up with me and she was around my age. She had protected me my whole life, and she was the best dog I could’ve asked for. We eventually put her down after a few nights of seizures. She had been suffering more everyday. She was so skinny, you could see and count all of her ribs, she would hardly eat anything or drink. When she did get some food or water into her system, it would go right back out. It hurt

That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

One thing that I am thankful for is my family. They are very encouraging and help me do things. They help me keep trying when I want to give up. They also encourage me to do activities that can positively affect me that I don’t want to do. They are also very caring. They make me the food that I like, they help me monitor my blood sugar and overall health, they provide me with shelter, and they buy me fun things like toys or video games. They also pay for my activities, such as sports and Boy Scouts, and they also attend my games or meetings even if they have better things to do. Overall, my family give me many reasons to be thankful for them.

Therefore, I talked to them and the veterinarian did it to, But I kind of use this tool to explained to them that we couldn't do anything for him and that he was suffering.

During this time, I felt alone. My parents were at the hospital a lot. I felt I could not trust anyone. I had no one to share my secrets with. I began to hide my feelings. I plastered a fake smile on my face and pretended everything was going to be okay. I knew it was not going to be okay. If Kaylee got her heart transplant, the family would have to get rid of our cat, Maggie. If Kaylee did not get a heart in time, she would die.

I did not want to see him in pain so I got the medication he needed and I took him faithfully to the hospital a few times for tests, surgeries, and fluid and vitamin injections. I knew there was a greater chance of losing him by now but I just wanted to keep him with me a little longer, I just could not stand to see him suffer. I tried to keep him as comfortable and happy as I could because he brought so much joy to me in my times of struggle. I finally decided that even after spending hundreds of dollars to keep him alive, he needed to be put down. I didnt want to make that choice but I knew it best for

However, when my father suffered a serious stroke in January of this year, I truly began to understand what it means to take care of someone as I took it upon myself to become his caretaker. My father 's deteriorated state was unforgettable; he was unable to fully function nor complete simple tasks or communicate his needs. So, I listened to his concerns and resolved to take care of everything in his absence. Although we initially struggled through the frustrations and challenges of his condition, we eventually

I three summers ago my cat Pluto who had liver problems became worse, he no longer was able to eat or move and had to be put down. My parents wrapped Pluto in a blanket and handed him to me after I got in the car. After my family said goodbye the veterinarian injected a needle into his arm killing him within seconds.

Im thankful for the parents I have because when I was a kid if my parents weren't going to be around they would let me stay with my

We were at a neuroscience lab for children with cerebral palsy. Every day we used blocks and play-dough to improve her hand. Her hand often tightened into a fist and we were working on relaxing it, which frustrated her because it was a slow process. She sometimes would “cheat” and use her left hand when we played catch because her throws wouldn’t reach me. I reminded her that even if she couldn’t see it, each day her left hand got stronger and she was doing much better than even the day before. By 3:00 pm she was exhausted, but she never lost her patience. On the last day of the study, she proudly handed me a card. She had written “Julia” and three hearts on the front. Her grandmother told me that Abby loved her time at “camp” and wrote the hearts with her right hand. The card was store-bought, it wasn’t perfect, but it was beautiful. I gave Abby a hug and told her, “I love it.

I am immensely thankful my dad is still alive today and truly grateful for the doctors and nurses who saved his life. Reflecting on that experience at a young age sparked my interest and curiosity for health and

I went from a single father to a wholesome family who actually ate dinner together and liked to hug and talk about their feelings. My world shifted upside down. This realization opened my eyes, and my heart. My father dying taught me to understand that many people with a hard outer shell are most likely being held back on the inside by something that has affected them. His death taught me to appreciate everyone and show kindness because that is what was shown to me during my time of need. My youthful family who adopted me, did not expect for me to feel like a part of a family or call them my parents. They got me counseling and showed me the affection that I needed to cope. Without these generous deeds, I would have crumbled. I believe whole heartedly that showing appreciation for those who also walk on this earth, like my parents did for me,will help anyone get through a rough day with a

At the beginning of my freshman year my great grandmother had a stroke while at home. This stroke left her unable to walk, talk or eat on her own. After recovering in the hospital

On a sunny day at summit pointe elementary. It was the school picnic and I am with my family and friends.I got on the playground. I got on the swing with my friend Ella. So I asked if she could push me on the swing. “ yes,” Ella responded. Then when she started to push I trip and fell right on my arm. “It feels broken,”I carried. I was yelling and tears wore rolling down my face. Then I ran to my dad. “ what's wrong?” asked my dad. “ My arm hurt really bad,”I yelled. So went home. I could not move my arm. 2 days later. I was at the hospital. My heart was racing because I was so worried. Then I got a pink cast. I still have my cast. “ well are you ready to go home,” asked my dad. Yes but I am never touching a swing