Life Reflection Paper

We started speeding down the road to meet the ambulance. Upon meeting them I was rushed to Wilcox Memorial Hospital, bumping my dad from the operating room right before he his knee surgery. I wasn't suspected to make it, as I had lost seventy percent of my blood. But somehow, with the help of God, I underwent several surgeries and within the next few days I was stabilized and discharged from the hospital.

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him

Though life review and ordinary remembering seem synonymous, the two share very compelling and diverse similarities and differences. Life review and ordinary remembering are similar in that they both deal with recollections of the past from the onset of adolescence. The pivotal difference is that a life review takes a further step and helps the older adult recollect past memories by search for meaning within each experience and tapping into the emotions of those experiences. Ordinary remembering refers to a more informal and objective recollection of past experiences, while life review is the more formal, structural, and subjective examination of past

As I was picked up the bad thoughts started to run through my head again, this time it seem like it was worse. The closer we got to the hospital the more I became weak. I didn 't know what to expect to be honest. I tried to prepare myself for the worse. As we entered the hospital and went to the emergency room, I walked into a lobby full of family, as I walked in my brother got me up to date with what’s going on. So I sat there patiently with my family, we all waited with anticipation for the doctor to deliver the news. As hours passed we finally got to talk to a nurse. She told us that the doctor would be coming out soon to get us updated with what’s wrong with my dad. When he finally came out he told us that everything was going to be okay, but if my dad would have came two minutes later he would have died. Man oh man that hit us all hard. But he also told us

Life lessons are tremendously important. Many say that in order to learn a life lesson, you must live through one. They are not wrong, but there is a much easier way to

I remember being on a math class when I received a text saying I was soon going to receive an emergency call. The worst things cross my mind but nothing could ever prepare me to hear what I did. My mother called saying that my sister was under ICU because her former flu had become an odd illness in her lungs. My thoughts immediately went to my father. My younger sister had always been so close to him and I couldn’t even imagine how destroyed he might’ve felt. I was taken to a waiting room at the hospital my sister was in. The moment I arrived, I saw my father pacing back and forth from the bathroom to a chair. He was neither crying or sad but he did seem desperate as if his life was on the verge of being taken away and he was barely holding

It was a normal Saturday night. My siblings and I were watching TV. I was nine, my older brother was twelve, and my younger sister was seven. My mom was cleaning up the kitchen like she usually does. My dad was on a trip with some of his friends to Baja California to ride motorcycles. We were expecting his nightly call checking up with us, and around 8 PM the phone rang. My mom answered the phone. It wasn’t my dad, it was his boss, Dale. It wasn’t until twenty minutes later when the phone call ended, she explained to us what happened. My dad had flipped over the handlebars of his motorcycle and was paralyzed from the neck down, and this occurred 12 hours earlier. Luckily his friends were all trained in basic first aid, and one was an EMT. All

We were going to meet the ambulance at the next mile. Papa got loaded up and we flew to the hospital in trepidation. What would happen? We didn't know. After Papa got settled in his room, the doctor came in and told us he would be fine. Papa had a major concussion and would need to bed rest for 10 days. He wasn't allowed to go to work for 5 weeks. They told us Papa would have to stay hospitalized for 3 days. So we all stayed there with him. Id never been so scared in my life.

The last time I saw my father was when the pallbearers closed his casket. He looked so peaceful with his hands crossed at his chest, dressed in a suit, pain free. My grief was just beginning, knowing I would never see my dad again. At twelve, losing a parent was something I would have never imagined would happen to me. He died of stage four liver cancer. My family traveled from North Carolina to Pittsburg and then to Cleveland Clinic to find the best oncologist. Our families last hope was chemotherapy would save him, but unsuccessfully it didn’t. A few days after his chemo treatment, he started to vomit blood, and was rushed to the hospital. He spent six days in the Intensive Care Unit. I didn't know at the time but this was the beginning,

In early November of 2008, my dad was working on a house down the street. While there, the ladder he used to get on the roof was set up incorrectly. When he stepped to get down, the ladder fell and so did he. He was rushed to the hospital to find he had broken his leg in three places and would need surgery. He was then placed in the hospital until the surgery and we couldn’t see him.

My legs fell right from underneath me as I fumbled to the ground in a weeping mess. I sat on the ground for a while not wanting to move a muscle as this did not feel like reality, but I got up and flew to my dorm, knowing I should call my mother and ask how my father is doing. My worn navy blue thinking chair with a paisley print was calling my name, so I sat down in it as I started to prepare myself to call my mother back. Gently pressing the buttons, I held my phone up to my right ear waiting for my mother to answer. The sound of sniffles and tears instantly filled my ear as my mother told me that my father did have a heart attack and that he was in critical condition at St. Cloud Hospital in Minnesota. I knew the moment she was done with her sentence that I had a major life choice to make; should I go to Minnesota to see my dying father? Or should I stay and finish my semester finals? “Hey Mom? Can you give me a couple of hours to decide?” I murmured gently into the phone, as I was waiting for my inevitable break down. “Of course honey, just please let me know by tomorrow morning, I will talk to you tomorrow, bye honey,” my mother hung up as she knew she could not be strong for me or herself much longer. As soon as I heard the familiar sound of an ended call, I threw my phone

The first exhibit that caught my eye was “Gymnast with Organs” with its dynamic pose and ease of balance, the palatinate shows the perfect interaction of the muscles just below the skin. Our lives are juggling acts that demand balance, focus, and coordination. More then ever before, people play many different roles in their lives. They must also make room in their lives for taking care of their own physical and mental well-being. Not surprisingly, achieving balance among all kinds of competing priorities can be difficult. No matter our circumstances, life balance is an important factor of feeling satisfied in our lives. When our life balance is out of kilter, we might feel resentful, disappointed, and burnt out, and our physical and psychological health may suffer. This exhibit stood out to me because it shows how our life are not prefect, and how we have to stretch ourselves to complete everything society has set out for us. I also like how it shows that our well being should not only be the way we looks but also the way of minds feel. Gymnast with organs was one of the first exhibit that caught my eyes because of how the strong the make the human body look, which took me by surprise. The exhibit was a great example the nervous system. Its shows how the body can be burn out if we don’t give it the proper care, and how important its nutrient your body. Sleep is something many of us don’t get, but it’s a very important step in helping our body recovery. We should be getting at leat eight hours of sleep a night. Its important to make sleep a pripoity in our life, because its what is going to keep us going. Wr need to take care of both of mental and physical health. Writing down how you feel, or talking with someone can redue your stress, and help you sleep at night. Life is too short to continue with a life full of misery, so it is up to us to change our lifestyles, and live a balance, and happy life.

Once I reached my father I noticed this was not good, not good at all. He had his arm held tight against his stomach, obviously trying to fight the severe pain. His face held strain as he tried to hold back the overwhelming distress. Blood and screaming filled the parking lot, my mother’s cry being the loudest of all. People started to crowd around, looking to get a better view. Tears streaming down my face, I was as devastated as one could be.

My sister picked me up, and I hadn’t stopped bawling since I got the call. My heart ached. Like a child’s stomach after eating too much candy. I knew what was coming, and I wanted to find a way to make everything better, but I couldn’t. We both sat through the hour long car ride with very little conversation. I had a shirt of my Papa’s that I had brought, and I hugged it. When we arrived, I saw my mom and some close family members in the lobby, not where they would usually be. I was scared. I wondered if something happened that I missed while at practice. I wondered if I was too late. We waited for a while because the nurses cleaned him up from a bowel movement. After waiting, for what seemed like forever, we went back to the ICU. The cold, dry ICU that seemed to be filled with sadness. The minute I saw him, I busted into tears. Tears poured down my face like raindrops on a windowpane. I knew what was going to happen.

The smell of a dirty old medical facility mixed with the constant noise of beeping coming from throughout the hospital created a very depressing atmosphere. The nurse then led us to the room dad was in. While we were there, the nurse talked for what seemed like 3 years, but I couldn’t stop gazing at my father. He looked like he had gotten in a fight with an angry stray cat! He had cuts on his face and arms, scratches on his leg, and his head was covered in a huge bruise that spanned from his left eyebrow passed his hairline. He had an IV hooked up to his wrist and an oxygen tube set up to his nostrils. I had never seen him like this before. I couldn’t express how I felt into words. I felt the tears forming back in my eye again, but this time I didn’t hold anything back. My eyes were waterfalls streaming down my expressionless red face.