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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cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled
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Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and