My Life After The Hospital

It was Friday, July 15th, 2005, I woke up to my grandma telling me with happy tears in her eyes that my mom was in the hospital. I froze, I was shocked, I didn’t know what was going on. “What happened” I asked my grandma worried about my mom. She didn’t answer. Once again I asked “What happened”, I still got no answer. I’ve never been so worried in my life, I thought something bad happened to her. After me constantly asking the same question over and over I finally got an answer. Once I found…

1. My life began on May 27th, 1998. I was born at Winthrop Hospital and have lived in the same house in Hicksville, New York my entire life. My little sister, Julia, was born when I was four years old and my brother, Aidan, was born when I was eight. I went to nursery and pre-school at St. Stevens and I spent Kindergarten through Eighth grade at Holy Family School. From Kindergarten until Eighth grade I was also on Holy Family’s track team. Despite this I did hate it, I only remained on the team…

Mead once said: “Never believe that a few caring people can’t change the world. For, indeed, that’s all who ever have.” This quote certainly holds true for me. When I was in elementary school, a caring man changed my life without knowing it. In second grade, my mother signed me and my little sister up for ice skating class. For an extremely brief time period, I had visions of becoming a figure skating prodigy, but they immediately dissipated as soon as I stepped onto the ice. I couldn 't take a…

included in the accident. That girl was me, Sawako Yori. After the accident that left me partially blind my life changed to a whole different level. To be honest at the age of 11, I never expected this to happen to me. There was nothing to look forward to anymore. Just blurred up shapes, blobs of color connected to each other, dark spots and light spots. During the first few nights at the hospital, I remembered crying for hours, until my eyes would burn. I didn 't want to accept the fact that I…

Three years before the revolution my father was injured in an explosion at our largest coal mine, and I had to begin work to keep my two little sisters, my father, and my mother fed and sheltered. My name was James Carpenter, but I was later called Twenty-One. Twenty-One because that was my mine-cart number. But before that, when I first started laboring in a textile mill, I was fourteen years of age. I was lucky, as my mother often told me, “the Mason’s boy is only nine and he spends hours each…

with my life is build and create. As a kid I was obsessed with building Legos but not with directions. Figuring out how to put it together without directions was a challenge but all that more satisfying. I also enjoyed tinkering with anything I could get my hands on, from toys to mechanisms. Throughout my life I have experienced many different events that have altered my thinking and aspirations for the future. Teaching myself and learning from others was the only way to get here today. My interest…

When I was four I sat in the back of my dad’s doctor’s office visit playing with my dolls. He looked at my dad and told him that he had six months to live. I remember laying in my bed at night hoping that I would see my dad the next morning. This never ended until my dad died nine years later. In those nine years if I heard an ambulance headed up the highway towards my house while I was at school, I got a sinking feeling. There was further suffering as I watched my father decline over the years. The…

“What do you want to do with your life after high school” is a frequent question that I am asked from family, faculty, and friends. Deciding what I want to do after high school was surprisingly quite easy for me, considering the fact that I have known what I wanted to do since freshman year. To find out more information about becoming an anesthesiologist, I conducted a research project on everything I will need to complete to get on the right track to seizing a job in this exciting medical field…

Unfortunately, my parents felt the best place to raise my older brother and me would be in the little suburb of Pearland. Although I think it would’ve been cooler to grow up in Houston, I still can’t complain about the life I’ve had. It hasn’t been completely simple and carefree but overall it’s been pretty great. I went to elementary school at Carleston Elementary. This was probably one of the simplest times of my life; I didn’t even know what stress felt like. However one of the most life changing…

I wake up in a white hospital room to the sound of continuous beeping that seems to be coming from some sort of monitor. Evertime my heart beats there 's another beep. The steady sound continues as I gaze intently out the open window on the wall opposite me. Through the window all I can see is the forest filled with trees that twist and wind up toward the sunlight. Usually the sight of the forest would comfort me since the past 12 years of my life were spent playing in those exact woods; laughing…