Once at the hospital, for what seemed like ages to get there, Jerry was instantly attended and three doctors started working on him. After five hours of putting stitches on him, a cast, and bandages all over his stomach, I was allowed to visit him. When the doctor came to notify me, he said the most wonderful words I could possibly hear. “He will live, but he is still severely injured. The wounds will heal with time. Other than the scratches, he fractured his left arm. Otherwise he will be okay.” I stared at his face. There bags were on the bottom of his eyes and his face was old with wrinkles. “You should get those cuts on your elbows and knees checked,” he said. “Oh I will,” I sighed. “Thank you and god bless your soul,” I said deeply meaning it. I headed toward Jerry’s room not knowing what to expect …show more content…
At the parking lot, Jerry was as happy as I have ever seen him. He played with Pat and seemed to have no worries whatsoever. Even his cast on his fractured arm wasn’t a reason to stop him. I smiled and knew I had made the right decision. When we were about to leave Jerry came up to me and said, “Thank you ma’am. I don’t deserve any of this, but I do appreciate it very much.” “No Jerry, you are very wrong. You do deserve this because you are such a good boy. It was all my fault that I hurt you so much, both emotionally and physically. All I would like to know is why you lied to me. Why you told me you had a mother.” I said. “I said I had a mother because I wanted to believe that I really did have a mother so that I didn’t live in misery. I guess the main reason I said it so I could have hope,” he said. “Well now you do have hope Jerry,” I said. “Thank you ma’am,” Jerry said. Then he did the most unexpected thing. He hugged me. I hugged him back. We stood there, enjoying the moment and then I whispered in his ear, “You won’t need to call me ma’am anymore. You can call me mom if you
“I was all bandaged up. But they had told him about it… ‘have given more than your life.’ What a speech!”
Luckily, an angel in the form of a Coast guard chef rescued him and sought out help. The next thing he knew, he was in a hospital bed without legs (from the kneecap down) and with a broken neck.
“The day that I found out about my mother, I was at school,” he said, “I remember I was on the playground. Somebody came up and said ‘you’re laughing, huh?’ from behind the gate. ‘Your mother is dead.’ The man said.
“James… when will we see Mama again?” I asked him. I knew he had something else to tell me, but I still asked. And every time I did, I got the same response.
“Wait.” Daniel reached across the table and took her hand. “You are special and deserve the best. Please don’t forget that. You deserve to be treated with love and respect no matter what. Never settle for less.”
"Me too." She replied, tears still running down her face. For a few seconds they just stood there, accross the room from one another, staring at each other through the sparks and small fires. Then she started walking toward him, saying, "Oh what the hell, we're gonna die anyway."
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Everything will be all right.” My doctor was there. That reassured me. I felt that in his presence, nothing serious could happen to me. Every one of his words was healing and every glance of his carried a message of hope. “It will hurt a little,” he said, “but it will pass. Be brave.” (79)
Melinda smiled. “Be true to yourself, and do not let this world consume you. I look forward to seeing you again.”
“Yes I did because you deserve it,each of your brothers got there own car and so do you.Ellie you lifted the family up when your father died and I can’t thank you enough.”
“I think you know what she had to say.” He said, I just stared at him, I knew what my grandma had said, but I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted him to confirm that the worst thing that had happened to me did in fact, happen.
After the conversation the narrator wondered where kevin, jerry's father, was. The narrator wanted to find jerry's dad.
In December, my father suffered a ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm. His heart stopped twice during the operation, and he was not expected to survive. He had an intensive recovery period, and I wanted nothing more than to make him better immediately. His trauma had made me impatient and afraid to hope. I was having trouble waiting for things to unfold naturally and wanted to know what would happen in the end. Simple, everyday decisions or occurrences took on great importance.
"Thanks, but for the last time," I said, trying not to sound ungrateful. "I honestly do not need to see a therapist."