We received the news at around midnight. It was my uncle, calling in to deliver the announcement - Logan, my cousin, was born. In any other situation we would have been smiling, rejoicing, even, upon this new life that had entered the world. And in a way, we were, but silently. Logan’s birth at this time was not what we had hoped for, or even expected. He was born 2 months premature, weighing about three pounds. When I first visited him in the hospital, I could see tears collecting in my mother’s eyes. To be honest, my heart broke also, to see something so small, connected to a countless number of wires and trapped in a tiny incubator with a strange purple light glowing on him. It was something I thought I’d never see, and something I never …show more content…
thought could happen to such a young soul. I remember that the first few days of Logan’s existence was stressful.
Our family didn’t know what to do, or what to say, especially when the doctor called my aunt with more bad news - Logan had suffered from a stroke in the brain. This meant that at any time, his vital organs could shut down and one of his bodily functions could be permanently damaged, or even worse, he could pass away without even having seen the world outside his incubator. At times like this, we knew that the last thing we could resort to was our best bet - hope. It seemed like we were falling apart at first. I could no longer sleep through one full night because I was up thinking about all the possibilities. Of course, my aunt was under the most stress. We were all sitting in the hospital room, avoiding conversation, afraid to say anything aside from the necessary. I had never felt so much gloom in one room before. Just when my parents, my brother, and I were about to leave for the day, my aunt spoke up for the first time in at least a few days. She only said a single word, and that was enough for our family to be sewn up into place. The word lit up the room and placed a strange but reassuring feeling in everyone. The word was the single most powerful word I had heard in a very long time. The word
was moving, inspiring, and as cliche as it may sound, life-changing. The word was “hope.” I believe in the power of hope. I believe in its power so much that sometimes, it’s really the only string I hold on to when I’m falling out of reach. Hope heals. Hope mends. Hope connects. Logan’s story was what took for our family to recognize the fact that doctors may be trying their best to fix up people’s physical states, but hope is the best doctor for emotional healing. When we heard that Logan had suffered from a stroke, there were no guarantees. Nobody, not even the doctors could tell us that he would live a long and healthy life. We were falling apart, until my aunt reminded us that the battle wasn’t over. After that moment, my family held on dearly to hope when the doctors had nothing to say. We held on to hope when the situation seemed to be leading to a dead end. We held on to hope because it was the only thing we had. This I believe
could manage to be send to the hospital. There he wants to have a nice
in his egg and says that he must be killed while he is still in his egg because when he
Victor never even fathomed the actual existence of the creature, somewhat resembling an unplanned pregnancy that was never emotionally and rationally dealt with even after the actual birth of the child. He certainly did not adequately prepare himself for parenthood.
There once was a water droplet named Raine, she was thousands of years old. Her routine consisted of going through the water cycle, she got to see new things each day and explore. Sometimes she ended up in the same place, but most of the time she got to see new things. In this story you are going to hear about one day when Raine went to Fruitvale.
couldn't do anything about it. Then, I saw my aunt rising from her chair to get
The swings creaked on the ice as Joe Bennett sat on one lonely swing dressed in black. Cold fingers ran to his mother's locket. His Mother Elizbeth Bennett's death crushed him like it crushed her. A man called in sick that day at the mines. He called she filled in for him and that was it. He couldn’t understand why it had to be her.
Bennett was a boy who lived in Scottsdale, Arizona he was 16 and lived with his father Evan. He had curly brown hair, green eyes with very tan skin he was often confused for a light skin. He was very attractive and tall he looked just like his dad. Victoria was the name of Bennett’s mother. She had beautiful deep green eye’s that he also had from her. Evan’s wife died in a car accident when Bennett was five . After the crash, he was rushed to the hospital and his mother was declared dead then and their. It was a horrifying moment for Bennett. On his left leg there was a scar from the accident caused by the glass that had broken off of the windows. When he recently moved from Austin,Texas he was in middle school, but now he was a sophomore at
It took me a long time to fall asleep that night. But before I fell asleep I decided to talk to my Grandma about it. The next day I went over to her house and asked her about it. Immediately she changed the subject asking, how my day was going and so on. She offered me juice and cookies. After I was done, I went home wondering why she wouldn’t tell me. After that day I just forgot about the whole thing.
That night the neighborhood was alive with music and lights, "that party would be talked about for a while" thought Jerome. Everything was perfect, he had the best costume, didn't feel sick, and he was pretty popular that night. Then it all went downhill, he was talking to his friend and didn't notice when a stranger walked by and put a pill in his drink. The next thing he knew he woke up locked inside an asylum, still dressed in his 80's themed costume(disco pants, sneakers, Afro and rainbow leg warmers). If you thought he could just go out the window, you thought wrong, 4 stories up inside a locked room. Knowing he could get out through the the door or the window he looked for another way out, finding a piece of paper with the words "lay on the bed and
parents had just left for vacation to Texas, leaving her home by herself. I was
thing, with all of that noise. I lit another candle to carry with me downstairs, and opened up my
blame, but I didn’t know how the therapist would interpret it. It was a series of panicking
... his uncle would still be alive, and he would still have a best friend.
spread like wildfire since they were such a large family crammed into a small, musty
... and went inside Kaylee’s room; I sensed her guilt and feet stomping downstairs and out the door. Did I go too far, or did she when leaving us? Kaylee cried consecutively for five weeks, I wasn’t versed in cooking or especially nurturing a child and I practically sacrificed my teenage-hood.