Cherish What you Have, I still remember the worst day of my life, the day I was never prepared for and wished it had never come
I still remember the worst day of my life, the day I was never prepared for and wished it had never come. Ever since that day, my life had fallen apart. I always wished I can travel back in time and change everything but you couldn’t. I would always think, maybe life would be different if I had told her something before she left but it was too late. I still remember the guy dressed in white who had a stethoscope around his neck said with despair, “Sorry, but we tried our best.” Tears of regret rolled down my cheeks as I began thinking of that miserable day. It was a cloudy autumn morning as I was prepared to head off to school. It was a kind of cold outside so I decided to grab my jacket. As I entered my room I saw my mom sitting in the corner of my bed going through my cupboard but I had mistaken her for taking my stuff. With out hesitation, I went up to her and grabbed the things out of her hands. I still remember every cruel word I had said, “mom?! Why are you taking my stuff? No wonder I lost all my money, you probably stole it. Geez! GET OUT!!! NOW!” She glared at me as she ran out the door. She was crying. I didn’t realize how much my words had hurt but I didn’t care much. Glancing at my watch, I grabbed my jacket and headed off to
school. As I arrived at school, I approached the biggest bullies of our school. They were called the “BAD” boys. Brad, Allen and Daniel. I tried to avoid them Brad grabbed me in the collar and pulled me to the parking lot. “Yo! Bro, help me this to those kids ova’ there.” He pulled out small pack of white powder and pointed to a group of innocent boys. Shaking my head I wanted to run but Allen held on to my shoulders and squeezed t very hard. “Do it or…” he said shaking his fist in front of my face. ...
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school. As I arrived at school, I approached the biggest bullies of our school. They were called the “BAD” boys. Brad, Allen and Daniel. I tried to avoid them Brad grabbed me in the collar and pulled me to the parking lot. “Yo! Bro, help me this to those kids ova’ there.” He pulled out small pack of white powder and pointed to a group of innocent boys. Shaking my head I wanted to run but Allen held on to my shoulders and squeezed t very hard. “Do it or…” he said shaking his fist in front of my face. I was scared they would beat me up so without thinking I grabbed the pack and headed towards the boys. Unfortunately, before I even approached them, three policemen saw me holding the pack of powder. They I dropped the pack and ran for my life. As I was running I couldn’t stop thinking of how to tell my mother this situation or what I should do. I was scared I would go to jail. I tried to run as fast as i could but soon policemen and police cars had surrounded me. They locked me with handcuffs and brought me to the police station. Luckily, the “BAD” boys had got caught too. I carefully explain to the policemen what had exactly happen but they would believe me. Later on, the principal came and showed the policemen the video camera, which recorded everything that happens. Things were cleared out and the “BAD” boys were sent to jail. The policemen called my mom to pick me up but no one answered so they called me auntie. 10 minutes later she came to pick me up but I noticed that she looked really worried and concerned for something. So politely I asked her, “What’s wrong aunt May? Why do you look so worry?” She pulled to the side of the road and answered, “Kevin, your mom is in the hospital right now because this morning she got into a car accident.” My eyes widen as I began to think of the harmful words I had said to her this morning. “What?! Why?! How?!” I started to panic. “…and she’s in critical condition so immediately needs to do surgery or else she will only live for two more hours.” Aunt May continued. My mouth dropped as tears filled my eyes. “LET”S GO TO THE HOSPITAL!!! NOW I WANT TO SEE MOM! PLEASE AUNTIE OR IT’S GOING TO BE TOO LATE.” I cried. Aunt May started driving as fast as she could. A few minutes later aunt May’s cell phone rang. She picked it up and answered, “Hello?” “This is Brood-bridge hospital and this is Doctor Smith speaking...” Aunt May replied “Hi Doctor Smith... is there anything wrong with Ellen?” “Yes, She’s is very weak at the moment but she has something to say to her son, Kevin” I grabbed the phone and answered, “Hello? I’m Kevin, can I please talk to my mom? PLEASE?!” “Kkevinn...,” Ellen stuttered weakly, “this mornningg, III was jjust hellppingg you clean your rroom, I’m so sorry iiff I madde you mmad. Llistenn to aunt May and lett her ttake care of you... okay?” “No mom, no I should be saying sorry...I...” I said sobbing. But before I even finished Doctor Smith was on the phone and said, “I’m sorry Kevin, your mom just passed out and she needs to do surgery or else she may go anytime. Give the phone to your aunty because we need her agreement in order for us to operate.” I handed the phone to Aunt May. “Hi, May.” Said Doctor Smith on the phone. “Ellen is in a severe condition at the moment and to do surgery now but I need your agreement before I can actually operate.” “Yes Doctor Smith, please can you help her do the operation. Please try your best.” Aunt May pleaded as tears filled her eyes. Seconds later, Aunt May rushed to the hospital. Arriving at Brood-bridge Hospital, we hurried to the operation room to see my mother. Sobbing with sorrow I watched my mom get pushed into the operation room. “Mom! Don’t leave me yet, you can make it through this operation. You can…you can.” I cried with despair. While mom was in for surgery I had cried several times. Thinking of my mom and thinking of what we still haven’t done with each other. We haven’t been to Disneyland, Paris and other places. I didn’t appreciate her and now it might be too late. During the 4 hours of operation I prayed to God, every 15 minutes I would pray. Asking god to help my mother through this operation, asking god to keep my mother alive. I cried and ciried thinking of how I had treated my mom before. I regret it all. Several hours pasted and then a guy dressed in white with a stethoscope around his neck came out with a melancholy expression on his face. He must be Doctor Smith I thought. His head lowered, “I’m sorry, but we tried our best.” He said with distress. The nurses pulled out a body cover with a white sheet. I tumbled to the ground in agony as I saw the dead body. It was my mom, she...she left me. I screamed with sorrow. “WHY??!! WHY?!” The next few days were the worst days of my life. All I did was think, think and think. I felt remorse and shameful for what I had said to my mother that morning. But through this experience I learned many important thing in life and I’m willing to change. I’ve learned that life is filled with miracles so you’ll never predict what will happen tommorw nor can we change it. You’ll never know when something devastating happens and cause you to lose the most important person in your life. So cherish and love the ones that are here and around you before you then realize it’s too late.
