After a few hours of being in pain and exhausted I called my mom again, she told me that I wasn’t ready to go to the hospital so stay home and she will be on her way in a little; I replied “I need to go now”, I don’t really care if they don’t admit me, I need drugs now!” I waited a few more minutes and called my best friend Bianca to come and bring me to the hospital. When I was walking out the door my mom called and said she was down the street and to wait. After 10 minutes of impatiently waiting I proceed to walk out the door. My mom pulls up in the driveway and says that she thinks I should wait a little longer, “I can’t wait I need to go now” I replied. On the way to the hospital we gotten lost and went around in circles of like 15 minutes.
My wife would send me emails stating that Rex was not well. She was very aware of the severity and sought out help from the school. She was sadly turned away, because they did not have a counselor to provide the deployment group counseling that is needed at times of war. She was in a battle of her own that I would not fully understand for seven months. I came time for my something that I had dreamed of.
The day of the murder he left the house at nine thirty. Prior to that time Lizzie work up, waited for her parents to finish eating and went downstairs herself to eat breakfast. (It had become a custom for her and her sister to avoid eating meals with their father and stepmother.) Not long after this Mrs. Borden asked the maid to wash the windows. She did as she was told and spent the rest of the day going throughout the house.
What wasn’t normal was that she was sad, very sad. I had never seen my grandmother cry, that I could remember, and even worse I had no idea why she was crying. Now I can’t believe she didn’t cry more. Then she went to the hospital for a long time for various surgeries, and plans on what to do next. My brother and I stayed at my Grandpa’s house most of the time she was up there mostly only going home to sleep and get ready for school the next day, it was weird and confusing but my grandpa was good at getting our minds off of things and keeping our spirits up when he needed to.
Fifteen years later, Roxane moved to live in a convent where Cyrano came daily to visit her every evening. During this time, Cyrano was involved in an incident, in which a log was dropped on his head coming home from seeing Roxane one evening and is in serious condition. During this time of agony, Cyrano visited Roxane as usual and ask her if she still has the letter Christian had writing to her, she says yes and brings them to Cyrano who begins to read the letter in the dark as he did for Christian when she realized that she loved Cyrano not Christian. But as faith had it Cyrano died that same night leaving Roxane alone. Cyrano is a man of high education and poetry from the soul.
She and her friends who sit around the house for hours discussing all the things the children would do has they grew up, who Tristan would look like most, how she hoped that he had his fathers eyes and her hair. It was a dream come true and she had never been more ready. Until one dreary rainy morning in October. She woke up early that morning not feeling very well although at 27 weeks you never really feel well. Until she found blood.
Although I wanted to go to the party, I decided to stay home and help clean the house. That night I gave up having a good time to help out my mother, and I learned a lesson, “Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be.”(Albom93). My brain screamed for me to understand the importance of not going to the party, for my steal trapped heart longed for a good time. Sacrifice is everything.
Then the doctor said that she had to say home from school until spring. This upset Esther because she very much enjoyed going to school and it disappointed her when she knew how behind she would be in her studies. It would almost be impossible for her to catch up. Eventually the Rudomin family was allowed to move into one of the empty huts where they would be alone at last. Soon after
Ms P talked about family life and was upset and cried; she said the children have physical health or mental health issues and she is drained caring for them, Ms P is the main caregiver. Ms P said E two years and A seven months have not been well; E has not attended nursery for 2 days she will be attending tomorrow.I said respite care in the home or if the older children went to a day centre for a few hours would help. Ms P said it was offered to her before and she said no however, she did agree it would be a good idea. Ms P talked about her husband and said he opened the front door the other day and was barking like a dog, she asked him ‘what are you doing?’ and told him to come in. Ms P said he was talking to himself for 3 hours yesterday and it sounded like 3or4 different languages.
The suffering that we go through brings us closer to God; it also tests our faith. When I was around 17 or 18 years old my step-father took my brother, sister and I to the park to explain how he was brought up with his family. My grandmother that was so good to the grandchildren was a very strict and abusive mother to her children. She would go out with my grandfather and come home late after partying and she would go through their clothes drawers and if one item of clothing wasn’t folded correctly she would dump all the clothing on the floor and make them fold the clothes correctly and if they didn’t move quickly enough she would beat them, or if she went to get a dish out of the cupboard and it was dirty all the dishes in the house would have to washed again. She would beat them until they urinated on themselves and then would hit them again because they did.