Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Not So Bad After All- Maggie Law

The day before Christmas, spent in the hospital. It doesn’t seem like such a great thing does it? It wasn’t actually me that was in the hospital though. My brother John and I were sledding and he always seemed to take things too far. It went too far when he decided to go down an enormous hill, head first. John was soaring down the hill, fast as lightning. Suddenly he went flying off an unexpected ramp that some hooligans had built, and just like you expected, he smashed his face so hard into a tree I swear I heard thunder crack. So this sounds like a horrible accident, right? It was for a while, when I sat in the hospital for hours waiting for results from the excessive amount of tests the doctors were taking. Eventually my parents took me to my grandparent’s house, where I had hot cocoa and watched television with them. It seemed like dandy time while I was at their house; I was getting backrubs and being treated like a princess. After a couple of hours I started to get worried. I was only six, but I still had my worries. I loved my brother a lot, and it seemed like nothing could ever happen to him, because he was my brother. Finally, after almost three hours of being uninformed, I got the news. John had to stay in the hospital for the night. Our dad volunteered to stay with him, so he wouldn’t be alone. John had jammed up his neck and damaged his spine. I was worried sick, I wanted to see him so badly and make sure he still looked like my brave, fearless brother. I was sad for him that he had to wake up in the hospital on Christmas. Although this sounds horrible, it ended up being one of my favorite Christmas’ yet. To see my brother’s beaten up face when he came home made me feel warm inside. Not that I like seeing him bruised and weak, but to see him alive. I was a young kid, so of course I thought he wouldn’t make it. I exaggerated the injury and worried more than I should have; but I was reassured when I saw his face. It was the best present I could’ve ever asked for. If I couldn’t have spent Christmas with John, I could never spend Christmas the same.

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