I was supposed to go camping that evening, but little did I know that I was going to be spending the next three days in a hospital fearing for my brother’s life. This is my story about the scariest moment in my life, when my brother was on the edge of dying. I got out of school full of joy because it was Friday and we were going camping that evening. My sister picked me up, which was a little weird, but she is 34 and has picked me up from school before. On the way to my house, where my sister would drop me off, I was talking to my niece about her ballet recital that was happening in a couple of days. When we got home, my mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which is really strange since we get out of school at 2:30, and my mom gets off work at 2:00. I walked inside, set all my stuff down, and went to the basement to play with my nephew and niece. A few moments later my sister called us all upstairs, and said “We have to go, Josh is hurt.” We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened. When we arrived there it took us about 20 minutes to find the room because my sister isn’t the smartest person, and it was in a
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
I can recall the day it happened, like it was yesterday, the air had a certain emptiness to it. It felt cold, barren, but it just felt like any normal rough day, where everything would not go your way. I arrived home from hockey practice like I do every Thursday with my father and was ready to lay down before I did my homework. Then we got the call and we bolted to the emergency room at Mercy Hospital. The nurse took us into a waiting room and we heard the heartbreaking news from the physician and the room went still. It was not a typical quiet but so quiet that you could almost hear your heart pounding out of your chest. When we saw my Mother, and we shockingly gazed what the car crash did to her it was a completely eye-opening. This could not be your Mother; that is all
You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.
My alarm went off at 6:30 I clicked snooze and got off the couch and went upstairs to the bed and laid back down. Then I plugged my phone up into my charger and set my alarm for 7:25 and went back to sleep. When it went off again to wake me up and I got up and went straight to my mom to remind her that I'm going out of town for the weekend and she asked me about everything again to make sure everything was okay and reminded me about my orthodontist appointment. So, I ran my shower picked out my outfit for the day and then jumped in the shower, then when I got out my momma was asking me where her phone was. I said it was on the bed, she said no it was not and then I called her phone and walked out to the ironing board. That's when she found it and I asked for my card once again and she gave it to me and said don’t spend all your money now.
Tears poured down my face like I was in a rain forest, hugged my mom tightly as if she was a cuddly stuffed animal and I prayed, prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Not really knowing what was going on or what was going to happen. My sister arrived home, followed by my dad shortly after. While we waited to hear back from the hospital, we sat on the couch in the living room bawling our eyes out probably. Don’t worry, I will tell you about what is going on.
The day after he went to the hospital my dad's mom had asked if I would like to go with her up to my cousin's house because they lived an hour away. My first thought was I could not go because I need to go to the hospital and see him. My mom had told me to go and have fun and the next morning I would go up with her and see him. So I went and we went shopping and out to eat. Later that night, right before I was about to be heading home, my dad was calling me. I answered it and the first thing he said was "he passed." My heart dropped. Do you ever have that feeling where nothing seems right? I was I was in so much shock my body went numb. I could not believe he just passed, and it did not hit me till after his
And then, the day I had feared of most, finally arrived. We lost our father, the only figure I truly felt safe with. After months of mourning and painful transformations, our mother fell sick. In those terrible days, days during which I was locked in the basement most of the time, for my safety and even more: for the safety of my family, I was incapable of helping. To this, I regret even today.
We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.
It was the first week of school, everything was going fantastic. In fact, we were actually planning on having a party that first weekend of school, for the Connor Mcgregor vs. Floyd Mayweather fight. Things took a drastic turn when one day, after school, my older brother and I were in his truck coming home from school. All of a sudden, our mom called my brother and said "Big David is in the hospital so I'm not going to be home until later tonight." We were confused and didn't know what to do, so we continued to head home. Later on, after we got home, we found out that he was having horrible stomach pains at work and he was rushed to the hospital. The weekend came and we still had our party, he didn't want us to miss having the party because of him, so since we weren't going to be with him that night, we brought food to him before the
My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.
I could feel my lungs collapsing, taking a shuddering breath of air, I reached for the “help” button. As my vision went black I could hear the comforting voices of the nurses “you’ll be ok son, we won’t let you go, not now its too soon.”
My outfit for thanksgiving day was a black pant, long blue shirt and a cap, because I was too lazy to fix m hair. My dad came from work and just fried the turkey, while my older brother Emmanuel, younger sisters and I went out. Our first outing was to the park, then my other older brother came with his girlfriend to the house by 12 noon. They both decide to take us out to lewisville main event for bowling, which was fun and lots of screaming. I won the bowling game and was super excited about it, but it was a huge struggle. After the bowling, we wanted to go for roller skating which we thought was free, because we were too many to pay for it, but it was not free. By then, the time was almost five o'clock in the evening and my siblings had to
Me and my mom were sitting in the chairs next to his bed. My parents were both sleeping, but I was just on my phone texting Piper that my dad's alright. A few seconds later I hear my dad coughing. I tried to wake up my mom. She's a deep sleeper so I went to go get a doctor or someone. A doctor came and he got his stethoscope and put it on my dad's chest. Finally my mom woke up after all the nurses and doctors came in. I was against the wall and I was just staring at my dad. I could just see him struggling to breath. The heart monitor keeps beeping, then all of a sudden it was just a straight line. The noise of the machine was filling the room. My head was pounding and everything was unclear. One nurse got the paddle thing that shocks the person for them to be alive again. They put it to 200. It didn't work then they tried 300. Beeeep…… all I could hear is my mom crying and crying. She was yelling at everyone.
The next day when we went to visit him, we were put in a waiting room. What we didn’t know is that they were fighting to save his life in the ER. When we were told he had passed, my life changed forever. The walk down to see my dad for the last time was the hardest thing I ever had to do. My mom went to a rehab two weeks prior, because she had spiraled out of control with her drinking addiction. I’ve never seen her so bad, desperate for a “buzz”. My mom is no better today than she was when she left my sister and me with my aunt and uncle almost two years
We were starting to walk towards his room and all I heard was, “beep...beep...beep” I knew that was a bad sound. I walk in and I saw my dad...in a hospital bed...with tubes left, right, and even one down his throat.