My Speech On The Emergency Medicine Class

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In the summer of 2014, I thought I had life completely planned out. I was enrolled at Rowan-Cabarrus Community College while still attending Mount Pleasant High School. I had just started taking my Emergency Medicine class and had already completed two-thirds of my fire class. I volunteered at Northeast Cabarrus Fire Department and was so close to becoming an interior firefighter, I could taste it. I never slowed down enough to think about God’s plan for me. I seemed to only care about creating my own plan and following through with it. My intentions were to graduate high school and be completely done with my education. Graduating meant I was free to spend my time chasing my dreams, but that changed on my way to my Emergency Medicine…show more content…
I was overcome with an intense pain shooting from my neck to the area between my shoulders. My breathing slowed and shortly was accompanied by my low moans as I tried to squeeze little bits of air into my lungs. I could feel myself being consumed by the feeling of fire inside my chest. I passed out for what felt like a long night’s sleep, to only be awakened by the sound of the ambulance and the frosty fingers holding my C-spine. My precisely drawn out plan was no longer in my control; I had relinquished all rights to my plan when I agreed to join the game leap frog. That fun game of leap frog left me with broken dreams and in excruciating pain. At some point on that rainy day, I found myself consumed in complete and utter denial. It must have been after the doctors notified my parents that I had broken four thoracic vertebra; my T-1 though T-4. The doctors told me “my life would never be the same” because my back problems would limit my future plans. They informed me the pain I felt would go down some, but never completely subside. A couple doctors wanted to place me on a pain medicine regimen for the rest of my life. I remember the icy puddles from my tears that accumulated on my pillow, the smell of the doctor 's cologne that slowly suffocated my already struggling breaths, and the sound of my mother weeping at my bedside. I took the diagnosis like a bullet; it pierced my heart and exited my body carrying my
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