Snow Storm Narrative

It was a cold, windy, and snowy January night and my family and I were just about to fall asleep and the phone rang. I could tell by my mom's voice that something was very wrong. I laid in my bed trying to hear what was being said. My door opened and Mom told me we had to go. Quickly, we got in the car and headed to Children's Hospital in the middle of a snow storm. My parents were on the phone trying to get information and also starting to have friends and family pray for my brother.

When we got to Children's hospital we ran into the ER. there were two people there waiting for us. A lady took my mom and stepdad. There was a man in a blue surgical suit that stayed with me. It seems like we waited there together for hours. I felt all alone

and scared. I had no idea what was going on. I suddenly saw my grandma and grandpa. I ran to them and cried. I have never felt that sort of fear and uncertainty before. My grandparents told me everything was okay. I wanted to stay and see my Mom and Jacob, but my grandparents insisted we should go home and get some rest. I didn't get too see Jacob or my Mom until the next day. I got little to no sleep that night so my grandma insisted I stay home from school. That afternoon my mom came home and took me to see Jacob. The whole family was there when I arrived so I had to wait to see him. As soon as I saw him I wished I hadn't. My brother looked like he had died, he was hooked up to a ventilator, an iv tube, a waste bag and a bunch of other tubes and wires because he could not breathe, eat, drink or go to the bathroom because he was in a coma.
I finally found out the details of the accident. My brother Jacob was with his friend Tate. They were driving along the highway at over 80 mph and hit a patch of ice. It was really windy and the wind caught the car as they were going around a curve way to fast. Tate’s car went airborne and flew off the side of the highway. Both Tate and Jacob were ejected from the car. I overheard the doctors saying that if it had been any warmer Jacob would have died on the scene because he had severed artery in his leg and the severe cold clotted the blood and stopped him from bleeding to death.
The next day I had to go to school. It was agony trying to go through the day not knowing what would happen to Jacob. Before the accident Jacob was showing me how to draw so during my classes I drew a picture for him. That night my Mom drove me to the hospital so I could show Jacob my picture. I kept trying to get him to open his eyes but he was in a coma. So I held the paper in my mouth and lifted up his eyelids. What I saw was amazing his eyes were moving like they were studying the picture, so every day from then on I drew a new picture for him.
One of the things I always used to do was to hold his hand and see maybe if he would squeeze it just to let me know he was there. So Ii was holding his hand and I thought he responded, so I started talking to him. I said,
“Jacob everything is ok soon you will wake up and everything will go back to normal”. One of the doctors overheard me saying this and he smiled. I listened to what the doctors said to my parents.
“Jacob had a severe diffuse axonal brain injury.

It was doubtful that Jacob would ever see, speak or walk again". After I heard that I went and saw this lady that worked at the hospital. She really helped me cope with everything that my brother was going through. She showed me a place in the hospital where I could get away and play games with other kids. One day, when I was coming back from the activity room we went and checked on Jacob. The pressure in his brain was way to high and the doctors told us we needed to leave. The next time I saw Jacob he had a spike sticking out of his head. The doctors said that it was a special device that would help release pressure from Jacob’s brain. I looked at the monitor and it was an all time low. I thought for sure everything was going to be okay, but weeks went by and nothing changed. I overheard the doctors talking to my parents about taking Jacob off life support because he hadn’t made any progress. I couldn’t believe the my parents would even considering listening to the doctor's suggestions, so I wouldn’t leave Jacob’s room until they promised not to take Jacob off life support.

Finally, Jacob was able to survive without the ventilator. After months of staying down in the P.I.C.U. the doctors move Jacob up to the 12th floor for recovery. They still said that Jacob would probably never speak, see or walk again. A few more weeks passed and we were all hoping that Jacob would wake up soon. A new doctor told us the same

thing.
“He may never wake up and if he does talking will be almost impossible for someone with this severe of an injury”.

But once again, Jacob proved the doctors wrong. In less than a week’s time he had done both. The day that he woke up he was very unresponsive and he kept looking at everything as if he were scared. He barely ever tried to communicate with us. The first time he spoke was when one of his friends from school came to visit, he walked into the room and said

“Hey,bro” Jacob quickly replied

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“Hey,bro”
Jacob became our miracle. Every time a doctor said he couldn’t do something Jacob did. Three months after the accident we brought Jacob home. He learned how to walk again. He learned how to speak again and he could see!! My brother will never be the same Jacob as he was before the accident, but he is my brother and he survived a horrific accident and beat all odds. He is my hero. He taught me never to give up even when the odds are against me. He also taught me that through prayer and God all things are possible.