The unbearable pain, yet I couldn’t scream. All I could do is helplessly watch the nurses and doctors hovering over me, trying to do something; anything to save my life. To be honest, it doesn’t really matter whether I live or not. Well, maybe some tiny part of me hoping that I would, but the same part where everyone refuses to give up that hope. But I know I won't be able to make it. You won't really care anymore because you know the end is coming soon, there’s always a difference in that; whether you have hopes or not. Sometimes, I envy those people who are able to walk under the sunlight, not knowing when their lives might end. And foolishly believing that their time was unlimited because there was nothing in their life to remind them that everything has an expiration date. But Alex… He was different, everything about him was totally different. His perspective towards life. The way he live it to the fullest, seeing beauty in everything that normal people won’t even take another look on it. He sees them from a positive way and appreciate them . He was the exact opposite of me. Although he might not know it, he was my light. The only thing that I could say about him is that he is innocent and pure-hearted, yet he was ignorant. He could understand the hardships in life, the bitter reality that most people chose to ignore. And that was what made him appreciate life more, a life with limited time. I guess that is the reason why I look up to him the most. He knew his time is ending soon, however he didn’t just sit and do nothing. He didn’t let his sickness affect him. All he do is appreciate everything that was around him, which is something that I could never do. I watch the doctor scrambling around me, tryi... ... middle of paper ... ...k a deep breath. “This morning, he was eating his breakfast and he was talking about visiting you again.” She said as her voice shaking. “Then all of a sudden he started clutching at his chest so I called the doctor. They took him to the operating room and were performing surgery.” “So are they done yet?” I asked, squeezing her hand tightly. “When will I be able to see him again? Is he in a coma? When will he wake up?” I knew my voice was trembling. Yet, I couldn’t help controlling it. “Ashley!” the nurse yelled. I turned to her with tears in my eyes. I then felt her arm wrapped tightly round me and it was too much for me to handle. I buried my face in her shoulder and cried for the first time in a long time. The last time I cried was when I discovered I had cancer. “Why?! Why did he have to die? He never did anything wrong!And yet, he’s gone! It’s not fair!”
speak. After a time, he Afinally calmed down and the words came. The doctor was
He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”
“I was all bandaged up. But they had told him about it… ‘have given more than your life.’ What a speech!”
boy with a gentle, sweet spirit and a good sense of humor. Yet he was
In a world where people are so selfish he is selfless, doing what he can to change the world day by day. The house he grew up in was foreclosed because his mother couldn't afford it then, a few years back he bought the house and is renting to mothers and their children if they have nowhere to live, rent free. All he wants to do is spread love. We live in a world full of demons he gives me some comfort because he doesn't only care for himself but others. He's a role model and a mentor, teaching me that the world is mine if i own
His clothing, his words, his overall attitude. The distinction between the two is triggered by the gentle sounds of Ludwig Van. Beethoven. The.. & nbsp; The psychology of Alex would be that of a serial killer. He is a classic.
Envision that you're laying in a hospital bed hooked up to numerous machines knowing that your life is ending. Nurses and doctors come in often to check in on you, yet they know nothing they will do can keep you alive. You’re tired and feeling the effects of the many drugs you’ve been put on to control the pain, breathing is hard and you don’t enjoy food like you used to.Doctors have told you there is no chance of survival and you will die very soon. The only thing that matters now is when you will die. You have said goodbye to your family and friends and have come to terms with the harsh reality. If you had the chance to choose how your life would end you could do it now. Yet you can’t. This is because in the place you live, physician assisted
So for those of you reading this, be steadfast in your life! Take nothing for granted and live life to the fullest. For everyday, as humans are beginning to unfold the intricate mysteries that permeate the universe, we are literally, not figuratively, running out of time. But be warned, exercise caution and be conscious in what you do, for you run the risk of being embedded in the fabric of time at any moment. Frozen in the echos of ages past, a permanent reminder of the complexity of past, present, and future for countless eons of nonexistent time.
My heart instantly dropped. “What about Quenette?” I stammered. I jumped up from my seat in the living room. “Who is on the phone?”
My first reactions to his flaws centered on the author. My disappointments at first seemed a reaction to the writing but after reflection, I realized I was reacting to the character. I wanted to grab him, shake him, and yell "What are you thinking?! " Alex's theme is the question "How can someone so intelligent do something so dumb?" Or perhaps, as Alice sang "I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it".
...tentially be cured with a one surgery. He uses this story of death to share that life is short. “Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by Dogma. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” He uses repetition and parallelism to drive his message home.
Then all of a sudden, he began to choke, and blood dribbled from his mouth and got on my jacket. "What the hell?!" I yelled. I grabbed his shoulders and stared, astonished, at his face, as he silently pleaded for help. I couldn't handle looking at him anymore and I was frozen in shock, so I let him fall to the ground.
He was in bed for the last year of his life. He was suffering so much, it was a relief. He was always full of life, and to see him suffering was truly heartbreaking. I along with the family made the decision enter him into hospice. After two weeks, he died.
My grandfather was a very loving man, he loved his family more than anything he had