I just realized yesterday a thing that kind of shocked my world. All can happened in just a second. I brought back from my memory a happening that took place on the 8 th March this year. That day changed my life. I was put face to face with death.
My grandfather had suffered a pulmonary embolism and was on the edge of dying. I remember like it was yesterday: I was 3:45 in the morning. I was sleeping soundless when I heard my grandma scream like the end of the world had come. I didn't have time to think; I just went downstairs to see what happened. And there I saw my grandfather lying on the floor, white as a paper with his eyes rolled back, looking aimlessly. I just can't describe in words what I felt then. Right there, in front of me was lying the person that I love the most, the one that was a TRUE father to me. I didn't know what to do first: to see if grandfather was still living or try to calm my grandmother because I was afraid for her as well because she is suffering from high blood pressure and any strong emotion could put her in danger. So I did both. While I was checking the pulse of my grandpa I tried to calm my grandma. I don't know how I had the power to scream as hard as I did but I got her to calm down. Next I realized that my grandfather was still alive. He had a weak pulse but slowly started to move his eyes and look around. I usually cry when I see this on TV but there, in real life, I couldn't. I just had to stay strong because I was alone. My parents are abroad and I was alone with them. I checked to see if he hadn't bumped his head and I lifted him up as I could, and started to talk with him. He was so scared, he was shaking, cold. I began talking to him. He was scared of dying. I ran for the phone, still talking to him. I called an ambulance and kept him talking. I was hugging him as hard as I could, I was trying my best to calm him down. I don't know from where all that power came from... To be a little funny now, I guess that all the books that I read and me studying for med school actually were useful. The ambulance got to him, he was sent to the hospital together with my grandma, and I stayed home, alone, thinking on what just happened.
Sitting alone in a dark room, I decided on something. I will become a doctor, no matter what. I don't want this to happen again. I was angry at myself because I didn't know what was that he suffered from to help him more. But thanks to God everything is good now. He's alive, healthy, and just turned 74 yesterday.
I can't forget the next 3 weeks. I was in the hospital in the morning and after school every day. One day he told the men that were there that I'm not his grandchild, I'm his daughter. God I so wanted to cry, but I remained tough and just smiled. I am thanking God for helping him get healthy, and for giving me enough strength to stay focused and calm.
So everybody, everyday tell the people around you that you love them, appreciate them more, because you never know what could happened next
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