Not Enough
Think back on the worst experience you have ever had in your life to date, how was it handled? What could have happened to lessen the stress of the situation? Have any regrets? How would you tell that story? Well I will go ahead and tell you of my story where last year on October 11th, 2014 I lost my best friend Gilbert David Kromer.
First off lets start with a bit of background information, Gil came halfway through our freshman year of high school, his first few days at school were very awkward for him, and would be something he would speak of throughout the rest of his time knowing him. From him walking down the halls silently, to even eating in the bathroom alone his first week it was always something we would be able to
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That’s what made me reach over to check my cell phone as soon as I had woke up. Looking into the extremely bright screen, having my eyes adjusting considering I just woke up I saw well over thirty text messages, and missed calls. They were from every one of my friends all basically stating “Gil is sick, you need to come to Tampa General Hospital immediately” All of the sudden the world in my eyes just stopped, I remembered the only thing I could think or say was “What the hell are you talking about” Then it hit me. I jumped up as fast as a seventeen year old could after just waking up, ran into my closet filled with clothes, and grabbed the first thing I saw and threw it on. I ran out into the living room with tears in my eyes trying to explain to my parents what was going on. Unable to speak because of the thoughts running through my head I was eventually able to say “Gil might not be alive tomorrow” they both looked at me with horrible looks, my stepfather Chris immediately just said “What can we do to help you, and the Kromers’ right now” I responded “Nothing, I will be at the hospital. See you later” Quickly racing towards the door and my car. At this point I checked my phone and called Nick, I said, “Nick has anyone told you what …show more content…
It was tragic just seeing the expressions of sadness, worrisome, and distraught. Everyone shared hugs with one another, and at this point I knew of how serious the situation was. Nick and I were finally catching up on everything that was going on. Nick and I were talking with Bruno; we learned that Gil was in a coma, in the ICU, with Bacterial Meningitis. I looked at Bruno with a face filled with confusion, and just by looking at him I was able to tell that this was life or death. I remembered asking, “Is there anything we can do at this point?” everyone in the room responded “Just pray” at this point there was nothing anyone could do, except the big man upstairs himself. So a group of us decided to go ahead and go downstairs in the hospital to grab some breakfast. It was very cold in the hospital but always smelled of cleaners and felt very unsanitary. We found a Starbucks and decided to stop there. It was Nick, Katie, Kurtis, Maddie, Jack and I who decided to come down and grab something. Let me tell you it was the most depressing time I have ever had at breakfast with friends. It was just the group of us speaking about memories with Gil, and wondering what the future would hold, because at this point we still had hopes of anything happening. After a breakfast that lasted about thirty minutes it was
From start to finish. The old man examined how each individual water droplet splashed once it reached the ground one after the other. He would lay on the bed and watch how the raindrops fell from the roof and how reunited they became once they landed. His rusty, most prized, phonograph, played in the background, the sweet melody of The temptations singers, soothed his ears. The rhyming beat of the instruments made the man feel young again and brought back part of the happiness he once carried with his significant other. “I guess it’s time to get up and make my breakfast already.” he said, as he looked at the clock.
My mom stopped at the hospital shop and got me a pad of paper, crayons, pencils and a pen. For breakfast they brought me eggs, toast and a tea bag with a hot cup of water. I ate the toast and a tiny portion of the eggs. I placed the tea bag in the cup of hot water and watched the color spread. A hospital chaplain came into my room to check on me, I asked if I could have honey for my tea. He said he’d see what he could do before leaving me alone. While waiting for his return , I began to doodle in the pad of paper. A nurse came in and took my blood pressure and then my breakfast tray. I enjoyed the presence of the hospital staff, it meant I was not
The year was 1999. It was early June, when a guy named Max Kelly was about to have a crisis. He lived with his wife Kailey Kelly. He worked at a bank named TD Canada Trust on Queen Street, in Toronto. But his boss’ name was Bobby Graham and he was very mean to him. His boss picked on him even though he was the hardest working banker in the city. But one day the boss had enough and just wanted to get rid of Max so he fired him.
I hug her knowing that this will be our last. Tears are streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, staining her shirt. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't understand why this is happening. Out all of the 7.28 billion people in this world, why did it have to be her?
I took a final puff on my cigarette and flicked it, using my forefinger and thumb, onto the driveway of number forty-nine Flag Crescent. I made my way up the sloped driveway towards the two storey wooden flat, it wasn’t much but was an easy target. I had looked for cameras and security devices in the final hours of that afternoon and decided to launch my attack early this morning, luckily, there were not any cameras. There does not seem to be any lights on in the house and to my surprise, the door was unlocked and swaying open in the cool morning breeze, it made it much easier for me to take what I needed and leave. I wanted to show her that I could do anything he could, he took her from me, and left me with nothing. I was going to get her
My head spinning I could finally see outside and where I was at. I just realized I fell off. My eyes filled up with tears I started bawling; I was shaking and looking around to find my parents but they weren’t there. I see this person running down the dark green grass. I could barely see who it was but he came closer and I see my neighbor. Everything I tried to look at looked like I was looking underwater without goggles. There were red blotches all over the street. I guessed that it was my blood, it was from my knees and elbows. A bad headache came, my neighbor asked me “Do you know your name and your parents?”
That was one of the worst rides of my life. Rachel and her mother told me my grandma had passed out at church. Rachel had tried to run and catch me before I left, but it was too late, I was already gone. A million thoughts raced through my mind such as was she hurt or would she have to stay in the hospital a while, but death never crossed my mind.
Hey i’m James, I live in Round Rock, Texas with my dad. My parents are divorced and it’s very hard to live like this, not seeing my mother for a long period of time. Although I get to see her every other month she lives in California. Basketball season is coming and i’m coming and i’m going to try out for my high school basketball team the Panthers. I’ve been playing ball since I was a little boy, my dad would call me his little light because I would light it up on the courts.
It was a dark and gloomy October 16th. The 5th graders at GreenHawk Elementary School were going on a field trip. It was pelting rain, dark gray clouds, and foggy air, but the field trip would continue. It was time to be let out of school and onto the busses. All the students packed their bags and started towards the exit. Suddenly, the lights started to flicker and a gray, face shaped figure, faintly appeared on the wall. “Don’t go”, said the figure. “DON’T GO”, it said again. The teachers just laughed and claimed it was a prank. But Eve, one of the students, wasn’t so sure. As all the kids continued towards the bus Eve looked back at the figure, but it was gone.
I remember the exact night, being woken by my mother, grandmother, and great uncle, only to be told that my father has died in the hospital post-dialysis from cardiac arrest. Arriving to his literal death bed, I shook hands with the turning point of my life, the introduction to the further years of being lost.
“As I look upon you on this groggy New York morning, I have one question. If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears it, does it make a noise? The answer, unambiguously, is of course it does, but what about a whole forest? What if an entire forest falls down, will anyone hear it, will anyone pay attention?” asked Stephen, the conservationist.
I felt like I didn’t belong. Maybe I didn’t belong here, but I didn’t belong anywhere else either. Part of me knew I needed to be in the hospital. I needed to heal. I needed to feel something again. The other part of me just felt like a psychopath.
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
Traumatic events come in many different ways at many different times of ones life. Mine came on the school bus while I was on my way home from school. The bus had stopped to let a couple kids off and I stood up to throw some trash away. I stood up we were rear ended by a young lady who had been trying to get a bee out of the car and not realized the bus had stopped. I was standing up and the impact caused me to bang into the seat in front of me and the one behind me. I didn’t realize what had happened until moments later when someone said something. As I began to sit down I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body and my heart started to beat rapidly.
Throughout the morning I didn’t know what to feel. I have seen distant family and friends of my parents