I still remember that day, that everything had changed for me within seconds. On June 12, 2012 my dad had a heart attack with blockages in his lungs. My mom, my brother and I were in a total shock, my dad had just fell to the ground with white foaming stuff coming out of his mouth. We didn’t know what was happening to him and were very frighten. My mom rushed to the phone to call 911 so that they would send help. My brother and I on each side holding our dad’s hand tightly; having the feeling that we have loss him forever. In that moment, I could see each one of our hearts dropping on to the point where there was no hope left at all. As we were around him tears were just falling out of ur eyes, as if there was rain falling down from the …show more content…
I was very young but I still did it. I knew that my dad wasn’t there but, I could work after all he had done a lot for me and my family. It wasn’t easy, but my sense of knowledge had really helped me and the skills I had learned from the past that my dad had taught me. I had really worked for hours without complaining just for my parents. The season had just began at the beach ,so we didn’t have much employees and I knew that my mom wasn’t going to be able to do it on her own. So, I had worked and helped at the business. I worked as a cashier and I filled up all the merchandise. While taking such a big responsibility I got to learn that managing a business was not so easy and it was very stressful. My stills on communicating and my money counting stills had gotten really well. After working for a week I finally got a phone call that a miracle had happened and that my dad was out of danger. Even after that my dad had a open heart surgery and was going to need complete rest. So that didn’t stop my responsibility there I had gained strength that my dad was going to be better and that made me more confident on what I was doing. I worked together with the employees and got all the tasks done that was needed for everyday. I even got to learn that money doesn’t grow on trees and it truly takes a lot work to earn. I also, got to teach new employee
After what seemed like an eternity of rigorous tests and dealing with the painful longing of wanting to hold a precious baby of my own in my arms, it happened; my dreams at long last came true. I was pregnant! But something happened; I felt my world come crashing down. The thought of bringing another life into this world terrified me.
I took my notebook to the church and sat in the front pew. I worked on a short story called Mushroom until I was alone in the church with my grandpa's open casket. It was impossible to distract myself from this situation anymore. I approached my grandpa and looked closely at him. I started talking to him about the things I had been doing in Massachusetts. I sang songs to him. I asked him if I would ever find a way to stop loving the girl who broke my heart a year earlier. I cried for a little while. I touched his hands. I realized how much I admired the power of his smile and his capacity for joy.
But, in my Sophomore year, I realized I could be more successful by starting my own business. Thanks to the help of my dad, I started a pressure washing business. Once again, my dad put me on the right track and helped me find a pressure washer to rent, but the financial aspect was all up to me. I designed and purchased business cards and invoices and developed my business model. Once I got my business started, my dad stepped out and let me run “TDS Pressure Washing” by myself. I worked through networks and cold calls to solicit jobs and clients. Again, the strong work ethic has proved to be
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
It was the Friday before, what I was planning on being, the most boring spring break. I got home from school and was working on my homework when my mom abruptly called me into the kitchen, which was quite usual. She told me to take a seat and I was thinking "Man, what have I done this time?" The next thing I heard was not what I expected. My mom spoke slowly but with preciseness and a look of pure fear in her eyes for how I would react. Her next words rocked my 10-year-old self. "Zoe, your dad had a heart attack." In that moment I did not care how big of a heart attack it was; to me, it was all the same. My family has a history of heart issues so I knew everything would be fine or the complete opposite.
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
I laid on the couch with utter shock, I didn’t know what to say. “He will probably die, there’s nothing to do about it.” In the beginning of March, we packed all of our stuff that we took with us and put it in the car. We drove to South Carolina that took us 12 hours, we went inside of the house and I glimpsed my grandfather laying on the couch watching television. He smiled when he saw us comin...
I remember the exact night, being woken by my mother, grandmother, and great uncle, only to be told that my father has died in the hospital post-dialysis from cardiac arrest. Arriving to his literal death bed, I shook hands with the turning point of my life, the introduction to the further years of being lost.
I tried to face the fact that at the age of 34 my world had ended. Less than six hours ago I had arrived home from work looking to spend some quality time with my husband of 16 years. I called out his name as I entered the house. He was supposed to be off of work today but I found the house mysteriously empty. As I walked through the house, I felt a knowing chill shoot along my spine and headed for the bedroom.
A month ago, I laid alongside my grandmother and watched her pass on. I gave her what I thought was the final dose of morphine only to watch her fight six more hours until she finally let go. She was where she wanted to be, with my grandfather and her son. "I remember the morning after: wow, my life is different now, my soul is different, I am different.
Many of you may be wondering what that event was. I know not all of you have had this happen to you but for those of you who it has happen, you know that it stinks. What happened was that my beloved grandma passed away. Her passing wasn’t sudden, but it still shook me hard. I was filled with many sad emotions.
On the day my father died, I remember walking home from school with my cousin on a November fall day, feeling the falling leaves dropping off the trees, hitting my cold bare face. Walking into the house, I could feel the tension and knew that something had happened by the look on my grandmother’s face. As I started to head to the refrigerator, my mother told me to come, and she said that we were going to take a trip to the hospital.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
My mom looked me in the eyes and told me “he didn’t make it”. Those four words are four words I will never forget. I remember it like it was yesterday.I crawled up in to her arms. The room was filled with more tears. I cried for at least an hour. I had brought a book with me that day hoping I could catch up on my reading. I had just rent out that book from the library a day or two before this day. I was pumped to read it. But at that point I dropped that book and the book was the last thing I was worried about. This moment in this small room with my family is a moment I won’t ever forget. From that point on, our family became