Essays About Specific Moments

Have you seen my husband? Is all my mom was shouting as she held my hand tightly, running back and forth through the hospital? A receptionist sent us to a room, which felt like coming into an isolated mausoleum. The cold air enveloped my entire body, ice has replaced my spine and numbness is all my fingers felt. The room was somber dark, dead silence; the only sound heard was the heart machine ... Beep … Beep. There wasn’t anything more traumatizing then seeing my father lain on the bed, unresponsive, tubes coming from out mouth and nose. The sadness and desperation in his eyes broke my heart. All of sudden the heart monitor went off with a loud buzzing sound. A nurse jumped out of nowhere “Code Blue”, in matter of seconds 4 nurses and a doctor surrounded my father, my mom and I mindset was at a shock, like were able to see what was happening but couldn’t do anything our body was some glued to the floor. The doctors and nurses tired to help my father but it was too late,

I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

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They (my family and doctors), for the first night, weren’t sure if I would make it or not. I was touch and go, because my oxygen level couldn’t be stabilized. I would be on oxygen and my level would be normal, but as soon as they took me off, my level would fall again. However, they had to stabilize me before they could do any kind of surgery. During this time, I think my dad as well as everyone involved got a taste of what it means that any moment, any day could be anyone’s final moment. My dad stayed every night with me. The first night, my heart quit beating twice. The first time, my dad said, “She’s a fighter, she can get through this.”. Then it happened again and my dad fell on his knees saying, “God, please don’t take her now!”. I ended up practically living in SICU for 3½ weeks, just trying to become stable enough, so I could make it somewhere else. Both my mom and dad had to become durable power of attorneys, so they could decide what my treatments would

Four historical moments in the area of sexuality during the past 70 years began as. First, the sexual revolution began as the baby bummers grew up at the time of the Vietnam War era did not want the conservatisms era of their parents that included religious beliefs and strict moral upbringing. The wanted to make a better world (Sex in ’69: Sexual Revolution in America [Video file] (2009). The Baby boomers shifting from standards of their parents and their fore parents by becoming rebellious in attempting to be free towards sexual thoughts and action without feeling guilty, and expressing thru multiple sexual partners, and drugs without facing consequences (Sex in ’69: Sexual Revolution in America [Video file] (2009).

In seventh grade I had my fifth surgery and I decided on the career path I plan to pursue today, I intend to become a Pediatric Anesthesiologist. In seventh grade, I had my fifth surgery, three of which were emergency surgeries. In the beginning, I was terrified but every surgery got easier. The person that relived me of this fear the most during my surgeries was my anesthesiologist. In the operating room, they were the last person I saw before I went to sleep and they were the first person I saw when I opened my eyes. My anesthesiologists were the people I could lean on, they made sure every time I woke up there was a teddy bear in my hand and a smile on my face. I want to be that doctor for another little kid. I want to assure them that it’s going to be okay and that I will be right there for them as soon as they wake up. I want to help others, both the families and the patients and make them feel like everything is going to be okay, even in what seems like the worst times.

From there, the doctors place valve mask on my face for inducing oxygen to reach my lungs. For the rest of the day, I spent resting in my room with only food and water to fill my daily necessities. I could feel my parent’s sadness come all over me like a blanket. They were aggravated because my computer teacher didn’t send me to the nurse’s office when I needed help, and they wanted to sue the school. Then one of the doctors came in and told me that I was going to have to rest for a few days in order regulate my oxygen

It was Friedrich Nietzschehas who said, “What doesn’t kill you makes, you stronger”. I like to call these moments in a person’s life, “defining moments”. Additionally, I like most people, have had a few of these “defining moments”; probably more than one person should. Growing up, I had a hard time accepting one of my “won’t kill you-make you stronger” moments. It was a moment of betrayal and deceit, inflicted upon by a person I trusted fully and completely, with my life. My mother.

I woke up to a loud-wailing scream of sirens. The sirens of the police cars and ambulance always wakes me up in the morning; it’s a tradition. Instead of getting out of bed I just lay there knowing that if I get up I’ll have to face the reality of life. I got up anyway knowing I would have to get up sooner or later. The dark wood floors were freezing. I felt like it was winter and I had just got stuck in the snow. I ran over to my drawers and quickly took out one pair of fluffy socks. I put them on at the same rate I took them out and let out a sigh of relief once I was

To begin it all happened in December it was snow falling; freezing cold temperatures, the frigid cold wind was whistling threw the streets. The current day is Friday; every Friday I would go to my grandma’s and I would stay there for the weekend. I stayed with my grandparents on weekends because my mom worked weekends and I also needed someone to babysit me. I would have to

The morning air was bitterly cold, but I ignored it as I stepped outside to find my dad sprawled on the porch with my mom was cradling him in her arms, desperately trying to get him to respond. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of pain while my mom pleaded to him. I remember

I woke up at eight in the morning, being that it was May and spring was in the air I knew that my day would be perfect. As I leaped out of my warm and comfortable bed to put on my Bullwinkle slippers, my stomach nerves began to tighten. I figured it was just a small bellyache and I would get over it soon. I walked slowly to the bathroom not really realizing that the house was not filled with sunshine as it usually is during these beautiful spring days. As I began to brush my teeth my eyes caught a glimpse of the window that I now noticed was so close to the mirror. I could have died when I noticed that the rain was coming down like a storm. It was at that moment that I ran to mother’s room to tell her that I couldn’t go driving today. My

Many people influenced and events my reading and writing development throughout my childhood from my mother, my elementary librarian, and Sesame Street, to getting my first pair of glasses. We all have defining moments in our lives where we can look back and say, “That moment changed my life.” This is the story of the defining moment that changed the way I read and write, and I learned it from a whale!

Thinking about my career when I graduate high school is very stressful but in the past week and a half I think I have fully decided that I would like to do nursing. The thing that made me become interested in nursing is that I really like to help people, I like the blood and I feel like the sicker they are the better for me because I can help get them better and stronger. I want to do something in my life where I feel like I am making a difference I want the rush of adrenaline when saving someone's life. Realizing that nursing is really what I would love to do is because my dad went in for open heart surgery last monday on october 1st. He had a triple bypass surgery to help remove the blockage in his heart for future complications. The surgeon had said “the surgery went amazing, it was all by the book it was a textbook procedure.” Tuesday october 2nd, my dad had a heart attack, although he was not aware of that he kept saying that he was in pain because of the incision, the nurse Ian ordered an Electrocardiogram (EKG) to see if any blockage was in the heart and to see if he infact was having a heart attack. Once the EKG was done they had found that there were two blood clots in the graphs that they bypassed, so they then had to put in four stints back through the main arteries. When all of this was completed they took him back to the intensive care unit (ICU) within the next two days wednesday and thursday he was doing amazing, he was eating, he was very alert, and