From A Bad Day To A Bad Childhood

1592 Words4 Pages

It was a Sunday just like any other. Little did I know that this would be the worst day of my life. It was my dad’s week to have my sister (10) and I (14). It was 10:00 a.m. and we were all getting ready for my little sister Brittany’s soccer game. Brittany and I where down stairs eating our cereal while my dad was up stairs taking a shower. He had been up there for about a hour and we where going to be late to Britt’s game, so I went up stairs to see what was taking so long. I knocked on the bathroom door and there was no answer. So I knocked a little bit louder, still no answer. At that point I new that there must be something wrong. Nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen. I started to pound and kick the door, but still no answer. I tried to enter but the door was locked. I ran into my bathroom and grabbed a bobby pin. I ran back and popped the lock on his bathroom door. There he was, the person that I admire, who understands me, who I love more than anything, laying face first on the bathroom floor unconscious. Panic spread through my body. A million things rushed into my head all at once. How did this happen? I glance around the room. I run out of the bathroom grab the phone and start to dial 911, while running back to the bathroom. Tears have now started streaming down my face. I guess I didn’t realize it but I must have screamed because now Brittany was right behind me screaming uncontrollably. I didn’t want her to see that. She was to young. She just kept screaming No! No! Save Him! Only 2 or 3 seconds had passed but it seemed like forever. Noone was picking up the phone! Where was the dispatchers? I hung up and called right back still no ringing just silence. While all of this was going on I roll... ... middle of paper ... ...nment with my grandparents. Spending time with them just talking over the last couple of months has really brought us closer together again. I still feel that I wont let myself truly connect with them but at least they are happy. I want to go to Graduate school and hopefully become a Psychologist. I want to be able to help others to be happy. My boss has a 9 year old granddaughter that is going through a really hard time with her mother, a situation like mine. I pick her up once or twice a week and just hang out with her and give her someone to talk to . I can see how much of a difference this makes in her life. It gives her something to look forward to. If I could do that everyday and make a difference in someone’s life I think that, that would make me truly happy. I know that I have a lot of work to do, but I know that one day sooner than later I will be happy.

More about From A Bad Day To A Bad Childhood

Open Document