The Heart Of The Middle Of News

As I laid on the floor crying not being able to move, my mother knew something was seriously wrong with me. Have you ever had a pain that hurt so bad you felt like you could not even move? The pain that I was feeling was from something in my abdomen called the appendix. No one could find out that it was wrong with me, but my mother was very persistent with the doctors that one finally found out that it was my appendix.

We looked at each other, stood up, and headed down the big hallway and around the corner to find my mom gasping at the fact that her water had broken. This was a surprise seeing as she was not due to give birth to my little sister for another two weeks. Once again, we were out the door and in the car. My grandmother did not put me in my car seat right and I remember struggling to free my arms the entire ride. My mom sat in the front seat yelling and muttering words under her breath. I was afraid because my mom was in such a strange state but I soon realized that she was yelling more at my grandmother than at her painful stomach. Every time we approached traffic, she gasped and turned behind her with her hand on my car seat, as to secure me from some ejecting force. It was not until years later that I was told all of the stories about what a terrible driver my grandmother was and how many cars she destroyed in various "incidents," as my grandfather calls them. We reached the hospital in plenty of time, but with one problem remaining, my grandfather and dad remained uninformed and unreachable as the resided among thousands of intoxicated football fans. They arrived in just enough time to see my mom before she had my sister, but not without strategic methods to get a hold of them. They first had to be paged over the intercom and when that seized to succeed, event staff members were sent to find them standing

Ever since the election season of 1972, presidential primaries have become “the dominant means of selecting the two major party candidates.”i[i] The primary system is one in which the eligible voters of each state do one of the following: 1) Vote for a presidential candidate to run for their party in the general election. 2) Vote for a delegate pledged to vote for a certain candidate at the party’s national convention. As intended, this process would bring the candidate selection processes out into the open and “let the people vote for the candidate of their choice.”ii[ii] On the surface, this may look very democratic (and admittedly, in some instances it was/is), but upon closer

It happened when I was young. I was outside at my friend’s house sledding. We were taking a break when I got that phone call from my mom; she was crying. My sister was on her way to the emergency room. I started sprinting through the neighborhood towards my house. My dad was waiting with my brother in the car. My mom went with my sister in the ambulance. I was so scared that I was going to lose my sister. We got to the hospital and we were in the waiting room. It felt like days before we heard about her condition. My sister had pneumonia and mixed with her asthma she was having a hard time breathing. She had a severe attack and couldn’t breathe. If the crew from the ambulance didn’t show up the doctor said she wouldn’t have made it. I know

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

Although, i went to the hospital. I had to go under the x-ray that i had to go through again because i kept moving. My mother was very angry at me for not telling her. She was just glad that i was okay. And to tell if something bad happen

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

Mom is trying to tell us what happened but she's crying, then she makes out the words that she's having a double lung transplant. I start running around screaming because she has a disease that she has to be put on oxygen. Also she has to get new lungs.Most people die without ever getting the call to get new lungs but my mom did.I was full of joy and yet super scared I didn't know what to feel so I screamed . My whole family was crying tears of joy, especially me.

Well, I was at my friend's birthday party, I wasn't expecting any news from my mom but I got some. When I heard that my sister Isabelle was going into custody with her dad, it was one of the hardest and unforgetting moments of my life. My mom was right beside me crying her eyes out and I couldn't blame her. I came home one day to see my Grandma on the deck crying, she had said “we lost our sister”, it was one part of my depression threw the weeks.

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

We were in the hospital with my twin brother, he had surgery and was in bad shape he has Cerebal Palsy which makes him not walk or talk, which means surgery usually goes bad for him. Then we got THE CALL, it was about how my Great-Grandma fell and broke something in both legs. I had two family members in the hospital, and I didn’t know what to do. I felt so scared that I thought that my nerves were just going to pop! We then traveled to New Mexico and we were at her bedside telling jokes and just all around having a bittersweet time, because we didn’t know if she was going to make it.

My daughter and I were walking back home and there were a bunch of cops surrounding our house and we ran inside and the little princess was passed out; they evacuated her to a hospital on a helicopter. This day we were in her waiting room and the doctor came in and told us that she might not make it and as soon as he said

I was driving home from my uncle's cabin by the boundary water up north with him my grandma and my two younger cousins, about an hour in my grandma got a phone call and started crying and i heard her talking about my mom and some sort of brain injury, once she got off the phone about 15 minutes later she told me what happened to her and that she had a brain aneurysm she explained what it was because I had no idea what that was and how bad it could be, after she told me what it was I could not help but look it up on my phone and that was a horrible decision because the first thing that I saw that it was a 50% death rate, after I saw that I could not help but start crying and thinking what would happen if my mom would die. The last 5 hours of that car ride felt like forever. When I got to the hospital later that day, I saw my whole family there and my moms friend that were there when it happened, My dad said she was going through surgery right when i got there.

I will never forget that day in February 2012 when my mother called me into her room and told me to sit down. As I sat down on the side of her bed and looked at her, I could tell from the look in her eyes that something was wrong,

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping