Essay PreviewMore ↓
My brother and I were standing in a white room where people were franticly running around. I looked at this man being wheeled by lying on a blood soaked bed. His eyes were swelled shut and he was moaning in excruciating pain. I took a closer look and realized his skull was exposed. His scalp was completely off the side of his head. Tears started coming when I thought about this poor man's family. How were the doctors going to tell his wife and kids what he looked like; or even worse, he had died. I looked at my brother in horror and disbelief. He said in a dismayed voice, "Jess, that's Dad!"
I was running around the gym and warming up for a game of "capture the ball." A loud beeping noise sounded through the gym and I heard a sweet voice say, "Please excuse Jessie Jones." My heart pumped as I jumped for joy. No P.E. today! I got my bag and waited at the door for my mom. I was messing around with my friend, when Mrs. Ledger told me that my mom sounded very upset. I thought nothing of it and kept joking around. I walked outside and a woman from my Mom's work was waiting to pick me up. I gave her a perplexed look as she said, "Your Dad got in a wreck." At this point, the significance of the whole event still had not hit me.
I met my Mom at City Market and she was hysterical. Seeing my Mother in her hysteria didn't affect me because, getting worked up easily was her routine. She told me that they had to "Flight for Life" my Dad to St. Mary's Hospital. At that point, I knew the accident was serious. I tried to swallow the apple-sized lump in my throat.
We waited, for what seemed like an eternity, in the waiting room. I was anxious to see my Dad so I kept going in and asking when we could see him. They said when he was cleaned up they would come and get us. They brought out his clothes and his shoes were covered with a crimson color. My chest got heavy and I fought to breathe. My heart skipped a beat and my throat started to hurt. I was sucking back my tears.
How to Cite this Page
"Dad." 123HelpMe.com. 19 Jan 2020
Need Writing Help?
Get feedback on grammar, clarity, concision and logic instantly.Check your paper »
- You wake up one morning, stretch, and then inch your way over to your living room. Screaming was just about the last thing you heard before your sight became dim and you punched your ticket to Sleepy Town. Eyes still fogged, you wipe your eyes only to realize there is nobody home. Where did they go. Did they forget about you. Do they still love you. These were questions I would ask myself every day when my parents would separate from each other and leave us with my grandmother. Scared, that emotion filled my soul and sabotaged my thoughts.... [tags: Mother, Family, Father, Parent]
809 words (2.3 pages)
- Mom Vs Dad Everyone has a mom and a dad, however some people only live with one of the parent. Some parents are single parent or some have remarried to a different person, thus giving the child a step parent. If the step parent is up for the challenge and parents correctly they can easily just become a motherly or fatherly figure instead of the step mom or step dad. Regardless, there are many differences between a mom and dad. They typically have different ideas on parenting styles, different attitudes towards certain experiences or ideas, etc.... [tags: Family, Mother, Father, Parent]
923 words (2.6 pages)
- Introduction Rich Dad, Poor Dad is a book that educates readers about financial literacy. Robert Kiyosaki, the author, has two dads – one rich and one poor, although the rich dad is not his, but his friend’s dad. Both dads have different views about earning money, and Robert had the choice of contrasting both views while growing up. His rich dad’s views were more powerful and useful to Robert. The author guides the reader through six main lessons his rich dad taught him on how to let money work for you, instead of working for money.... [tags: literary analysis, robert kiyosaki]
947 words (2.7 pages)
- One of my childhood memories, that I never ever thought would happen, unfortunately resulted in fear, loss, and sadness. My mom and dad decided it would be best if they got a divorce. It was the most shocking thing I had ever heard. I watched a couple of my closest friends have this happen to their family, but I never thought I would be in the same situation. I never thought the day would come where my mom and dad didn 't love each other anymore. Or to go back: My mom and dad would always tell me these amazing stories of how they met or the fun times they had growing their relationship together.... [tags: Mother, Family, Father, F-22 Raptor]
792 words (2.3 pages)
- “Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the most important of all things we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children.” -Rosaleen Dickson It was the late summer of 1997, Clinton was in office, Tiger had won the Masters Tournament, Harry Potter had just made his first debut, and in my world, my dad was Superman. I was the happiest five year old, loving every second of being daddy’s little girl. We were two peas in a pod, doing everything together, including helping him clean his freshly shot game that he would bring home.... [tags: Personal Reflection]
563 words (1.6 pages)
- Personal Narrative- Dad My brother and I were standing in a white room where people were franticly running around. I looked at this man being wheeled by lying on a blood soaked bed. His eyes were swelled shut and he was moaning in excruciating pain. I took a closer look and realized his skull was exposed. His scalp was completely off the side of his head. Tears started coming when I thought about this poor man's family. How were the doctors going to tell his wife and kids what he looked like; or even worse, he had died.... [tags: Personal Narrative Profile]
899 words (2.6 pages)
- Let me start by saying straightforwardly that the meaning of God is God himself. We must look at the meaning of God in God himself, not "outside" him. God is the fundamental meaning for the existence of the Universe, the creator, the supreme One: that is why everything exists. Why is something there. How did this universe come to exist, or others that might be. Why do we exist. For most people in the world —scientists, philosophers, ordinary people, — the answer is because God-Existence is.... [tags: essays research papers]
630 words (1.8 pages)
- The man above all the rest, because of his influence on my life, is my dad. He is so special to me that it's hard to put it in words. My dad is the one who had me knowing in my heart by 7th grade, maybe even sooner, that I wanted to teach someday and that I wanted to coach. My dad was a 5th and 6th grade teacher for 23 years. During these years he coached track, softball, volleyball, and my favorite sport, basketball. I think I probably had a basketball in my hands when I was born. My sisters and I used to travel to games with him on the bus with their crazy bus driver, Mr.... [tags: Personal Narrative, essay about my family]
726 words (2.1 pages)
- A true tale of two dads, one dad is a highly educated professor, the other, an eighth grade dropout. The educated dad left his family with nothing, except a few unpaid bills. The dropout later became one of Hawaii’s richest men and left his son a fortune. The educated dad would say, “I can’t afford it” while the other, asked, “How can I afford it?” Rich dad teaches the boys priceless lessons on money, by making them learn through experience. The most important lesson he teaches is to free yourself from the “rat race” of life and learn to make money work for you, and not be its slave.... [tags: essays research papers]
639 words (1.8 pages)
- Personal Narrative- My Dad Oh my god, I thought this day would never come. He'll be all right, I hope. Why him, why not some one else. On the far southwest corner of the ranch the cool wind whispered through the tall cotton wood trees, forcing me to feel helpless. Time was winding down and I was to. Indescribable hot sweats came over me, my knees began to buckle. I heard my dads voice say, "I'm a goner" echo through the dust cloud that my jittery feet were creating. He was never wrong, in my opinion, but I wanted him to be so badly.... [tags: Personal Narrative Profile]
1023 words (2.9 pages)
I immediately started to wail. My brain told me to run away, but my legs felt like they were stuck in a bucket of cement. I told my Mom about how my Dad looked. Her faced turned white as she tried to blink her tears away.
I soon was able to control my wails and turn them into whimpers. The nurse with red, curly hair came out and said that we could see him now. My mind raced as the nurse escorted us through the white room. Would he know who I was? Was he going to live? Silent tears rolled down my face. My lip was quivering and my heart felt like it was letting out an unheard scream. I walked in the room and my Dad started in with his not so funny jokes. My Dad asked, "Hey, do you guys want to see my head?" I tried to blend in with the background so he would not want me to come close.
My brother answered in a confident squeal, "Sure Dad."
The doctor pulled his scalp back and my brother started to pick leaves and sticks off his skull. My legs did not feel that heavy any more; they felt like Jell-O. I left the room with feelings of disgust and fear.
I was sitting in this room feeling like I was going to suffocate. I started thinking that I never tell my Dad that I love him. I asked myself, "If he died, would he know that I loved him?" My answer was, "Of course he would know, but do I show it? I am sure he knew. He just had to."
The rest of the week we all took turns being in the room to take care of my Dad. Every other minute we had to give him shots of Morphine. The doctors said he was lucky to be alive and would be lucky if he continued to live. My heart felt like somebody had strangled it. I thought about the first time I saw my Dad after the wreck, my rock, the man who never cries, in god-awful pain. The man on that blood soaked bed haunted my every thought. I made a vow to always show my Father that I love him. Sure, he knows I love him, but it is a whole different thing to show it.