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To start with, I have had a lot go on in the past few weeks, involving family. My oldest brother Rowdy was arrested and that was really rough for me because I look up to him. My Mom bailed him out and he came home. He was so happy to be out and I talked with him and it was awesome to have him back. My grandma called Rowdy and asked if he could come over to eat and talk. Rowdy said he’ll be right over. He then takes off on the motorcycle and he doesn’t come back for a while and I’m freaking out. Then my mom calls me saying Rowdy was in a motorcycle accident and that she will be home soon. My Mom comes home and gets me then we rush to the hospital to see him. Thankfully he wasn’t too bad, he has a broken clavicle and severe road rash. Several days later he has surgery done to his clavicle and he is now in a lot of pain. It is hard to see …show more content…
There is a good chance that he could get infection if they don’t rewrap his wounds. So I’ve have a really sucky month and it doesn’t seem to get better. I really hate how much it brings me down because I’m a half glass full kind of guy. Rowdy could get out today if the court favors his side. I hope he is able to get out of jail today. I am reading better now than I did before I came into this class though. I can better understand books and I progress in books a lot faster. I used to be the guy that only liked magazines! So I thank you for helping me to get better at reading and actually enjoy it. I really enjoy this class and it is like a breath of fresh air to me. You always know how to lighten mood when people are having a bad day, so good job to you! I am probably just going to hang out with friends on Fall Break if my parents don’t have anything planned. Sorry about ranting about my brother’s situation but i just needed to explode in some way, so I thought if I did it on the keyboard I would type fast and come up with four-hundred
In the result of her brother and father near death from a car wreck, my mother had to stay strong for all the siblings and family. The grief across the family was already bad enough and it wouldn’t have gotten better if it wasn’t for my mom getting mentally strong for everybody and keeping hope. It ended up her dad being fine but as for her brother it would've been a miracle if he lived due to the accident. After his rehabilitation and him getting better the family felt great but no one thought it could’ve gotten worse. Since the car was smashed her brothers head and left him with brain problems, Charles (her brother) forgot who the family was. The doctor and the whole family went through a long process of teaching Charles who they were. Eventually he remembered everything except for everything that had happened 2 years before the car crash. This was an experience that the family was not ready for at all and luckily my mom stayed strong for
As Charles Dixon walked in his office he was thinking about what other fun things he should do to punish the students at good ole Merced High. As you could see Mr. Dixon is the commander, leader, or just as we call it today, a principal. After the war that happen between the students and the staff there as been a lot more strictness to the school rules. Ever since I left this school its basically been more like a public military school. Your probably wondering why I’m not at Merced High School well, I got kicked out. I was walking with my disc man to my class and all electronics must be off when the bells ring infuriately there happen to be a sniper on the west wing of the campus and has soon as the clock struck 8:20, they shot me! Right on my ear. I only didn’t go to the hospital I got kicked out for being tardy and I lost 30% percent of my hearing on my left ear!
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
Living our busy lives no one else in the family could travel to Houston. Grandma was a strong woman. She could overcome anything and cancer was not going to defeat her. When she arrived at the hospital the doctors took a cat scan and figured out that she had stage four melanoma skin cancer. While my mother and grandma were at M.D. Anderson I was at home living a normal life just starting my first high school basketball season. Every night I worried about how she was doing not thinking about my school work or my athletics. A couple weeks later I called grandma and asked her how she was doing and she assured me that everything was going to be okay and that I should not worry about her. That’s how she lived. She never put herself first in any situation and family and friends were her main focus. Grandma would do anything to make her grandkids happy. I told my grandma I loved her and hung up the phone. The next day at school I looked up the percentage of people killed by melanoma skin cancer and the results were not good. One person dies of melanoma every 54 minutes. When I got home that evening I told my dad that I needed to be in Houston with my grandma. He said he didn’t think that he could make it happen with his busy schedule. I called my mom upset realizing that
It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.
I received the call that my brother had overdosed when I was going to a haunted house with a couple of my friends. My mother had not known the severity and told me not to worry. Steven had overdosed in the past so I was not as concerned as I should have been. My friends and I kept on with our festivities and then they dropped me off at my house. There was no one home and I became distressed. When I called my mother she told me to just go to bed and that they would be home soon. I forced myself to sleep. I was in a daze when my mother and father came into my room to tell me that my brother was dead. I don’t know what happened in my brain, but I could not talk and I could not cry. I believe I brushed it off as an awful nightmare. My unconscious demeanor scared my parents so they kept sending people in my room trying to get through to me. I woke up to my best friend hugging me, not saying a word, and then she left. I woke up to my grandma holding my hand with tears flowing down her eyes, not saying a word, and then she left. I woke to my godmother speaking about grief and how I needed to believe that he was gone, and then she left. How was I supposed to believe that my brother was no longer on this earth? I sat there on my bed alone as the idea of my brother dying crept into my mind. My heart began to literally ache. I cried hysterically for hours on hours. It has been a year since he has passed and it doesn’t get any
Death’s whisper traveled in my ear, wrapping around my mind, “I can take you away from this madness. Beyond this hell, that is life.” “Will it be more peaceful there?” I asked. “As serene as heaven above.” Possessive Depression responded. My heavy heart fluttered at the thought of serenity. No more painful days, or lonely, restless nights. No more of this living death. Anxiety murmured all my insecurities tempting me to make the decision, as every tick-tock from the clock he held, echoed in my brain, putting fear in me of things that will never happen. I thought about the invitation to eternal sleep, “I would finally be able to extract this smiling mask…” Thus, I decided to join the dance of death, done dealing with my dilemmas.
I wrote to my dad today and I am positive he won’t write back because the war is so bad. I told him that “we all miss you and we can’t wait until you and Chris get back because there is so much to tell you and him.” A few months past and he finally wrote back. He said “I would find a way to write back to you no matter what. It is so good writing back to you and can’t wait to see you, I have missed you and the family. It will be a few more months until we are headed back to the states, but we are slowly packing right now.” I then showed my aunt and she started crying. She said “I just can’t wait either, I miss both of them so
About a year ago, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. Fortunately, it was not too late to got surgery. However, last summer vacation, my brother and I had to stay in America because of my brother's I-20 problem - the previous school that we attended in Connecticut made a mistake during the transfer process. This summer vacation was the first time that we met our mom and family after we heard about the bad news. It occurred the problem. She could not stand it any longer after she met us. Therefore, my father asked me and my brother to come back to Korea and stay with my mom - but she wanted us to stay in America. Both my brother and I came back to Ame...
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The car ride to their house was dead silent. When we had gotten to their house, they sat us down and told us the horrible news, Daddy was in the hospital. I sat there in shock for a moment to really understand what they had told me. Then when I understood what was said, my heart fell to my toes. I busted out into tears. I didn’t know what was wrong with him. I didn’t understand why he was in that place. He was fine this morning, he brought us to Nana and Poppy’s house and he was healthy. How could he be sick?? For the next few days, I wasn’t myself. The days that he was gone, I couldn’t eat or sleep. I was too worried to even go to school, but I had to go. I didn’t play with my friends on the playground, I couldn’t take naps, and I didn’t even want to color. My friends knew what was going on and they tried to help, but the only thing that could help was my Daddy being okay. While he was there, I didn’t get to go see him once. I hated not seeing my Daddy. I just wanted my best friend home with me. A few days had passed and he finally came home. I was so excited when he came home. I thought, “Finally, things can go back to normal.” I didn’t believe that anything would change. The day after he came home I overheard Mom telling Nana and Poppy what the doctor told her, “He had a mini stroke. And if doesn’t stop smoking, he wouldn’t live much
Our family was never close but we didn’t care. Nobody thought one day things might be different. All of that changed on September 20, 2014 when a hostile argument ended with the death of both my aunt and uncle. For years their marriage was falling apart. My aunt was very materialistic and wanted my cousins to have whatever they asked for but in reality my uncle knew it was impossible financially for them to achieve this. He would try to explain this to her but it usually led to arguments where she would then threaten to leave him so in the end she got her way which led to their vast debt. My uncle had a drinking problem but went to AA classes for her to commiserate their marriage and family. The night before this event he had drank a beer which led into a dispute which ended with my aunt taking the kids to her mom’s and they stayed their while my uncle just stayed home. Less than twelve hours later the mailman walked up to a house with my aunt dead on the front porch and my uncle inside on the living room floor dead. The screams caught the attention of the neighbors and the police was then called. This is a significant experience in my life that I faced and that had an impact on me during my freshman year and still affects me today. It was a homicide/suicide accident and it deeply impacted my family and me. Not only did it affect my school life but my home life as well.
In July of 2014 my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Less than a year later, my mother passed away. When my mother passed in June of 2015 I decided I would take a semester off of school to offer guidance to my younger siblings. Within three weeks of my mom’s passing there was a falling out between my father and my siblings. This was due to my dad becoming involved with another women. He spent the majority of his time at her house. After losing our mom and having our dad constantly neglect my two younger siblings and my needs we quickly found comfort at our older sister’s house. My younger sister and I moved in with my her while my younger brother stayed with my dad. My older sister has three daughters so I moved in with my uncle to prevent
Everything ,for the first time in awhile, appeared to be calm. A few weeks before school started freshman football started. With football I gained many more friends and was having the time of my life playing the sport I love. Then that's when things stated to go south. My dad had moved on and found someone else to help raise my four over brothers and I. She was rude to me whenever I saw her and constantly made me feel uncomfortable. As I began to pay more close attention to my dad he constantly became more and more distant to the point where he kicked me out of his house and told me to love with my mom; I haven't seen him since that night. A few weeks later he left my brothers too and moved into another house with his new wife and would not let anyone know what his address was. But, this isn't just another sad story. Not having my dad in mine or my brothers life woke me up. I had to assume new leadership responsibilities I never even fathomed. I was now the man of the house at 14. I went from worrying what new game was about I come out on the App Store to worrying how I was going to help my mom take care of my
I was flung back into reality when the ice-cold water drenched me completely. Groaning and screaming with anguish, I writhed about on the floor, clutching my body. My eyes were watery from the excruciating pain and my breath came out in sharp, shallow rasps.