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Personal Narrative Essay

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After a fatal car accident involving my brother as the driver I spent the summer riding with my family to the hospital located in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. I volunteered to spend a week with him.

I pushed his wheelchair to his new favorite spot: Starbucks.

Imagine The Rock sitting in a wheelchair with a blue hospital gown and slippers in line ordering some sort of insane chocolate concoction with whipcream. I teased him. “Guess I’ll have to tell all your friends you only drink super duper delicious frappes now.” He laughed loudly but no minded, it was nice to see a patient enjoying themselves.

They’re dead.

Instantly, my heart sunk. People died and here he is drinking coffee. I said nothing and smiled.

But the frustration was overwhelming. I sat in the bathroom. There I silently cried. Cried about everything. I cried that my brother, with his dreams of opening his own dojo, would never be able to walk again. I cried because we had no income any more, that the lawyers still wanted their money, police officers would soon surround his room…. I cried because I would never meet those people.

That night, he went to bed as usual. I watched his breathing every few minutes to ensure that he was still alive. Just as I drifted off to sleep, he screamed. He was sweating, clutching his body, screaming in pain. Panicking I ran out, yelling for help. A few nurses came in to calm him down. They tried to shield him away from me but it was too late.

Amongst the chaos, I saw

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