When I Got Into The Hospital

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April the 3rd 2009, seemed almost certainly as a bright, sunny, promising and wonderful day in school. Sitting under a tree and talking about lives personal pursuit and future goals was a customary practice for me and my friends every other Friday. Suddenly, “the thunder stroke” so loud in my ears when I received a disheartening call from my mom that my cousin had been rushed to the Emergency Room at Lagos University Teaching Hospital (LUTH), Nigeria. This situation never expounded any amount of agitation or nervousness as I presumed Daniel could not have turned terribly ill so quickly within hours of his regular health in the morning. However, the reverse seemed to be the case when I got into the hospital. After waiting for 12 straight hours, hoping and praying for some elements of good news, the moment finally came. The chief surgeon said and I quote, “Due to subarachnoid hemorrhage and excessive bleeding to the brain, Daniel has unfortunately left us.” At this point, my heart shook with so much grief, and an array of emotions embodied in unhappiness, despair, sorrow and misery clouded my entire soul. According to Robert Kennedy, “Tragedy is a tool for the living to gain wisdom, not a guide by which to live.” When Daniel’s surgeon walked through the door of the emergency waiting room and gave us the bad news, Daniel’s family cried frantically but I did not. As fast as melancholy had filled my heart, it was now gone; I was consumed by vexation, exasperation and

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