Prompt 2:
Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are?
Bạn đang nói gě thế? Běnh tĩnh đi, thế nŕo ông có thể có Leukemia? The muttered voice of my Aunt was clear enough for me to understand what she had just learned. I could hear my mother, crying on the other side of the line. I stood behind the closed door with my ear against the cold wood trying to decipher her conversation with my mother. She had no idea I was listening, but as soon I heard a quick mention of Leukemia I thought to myself, "What does Leukemia has to do with my four year old brother? What's going to happen to him? Is he going to die?". Numerous thoughts raced through my mind as I try not to assume the worst, almost instantaneously my hands clasp together above my head and before I knew it, I was trying to speak to God.
I was only thirteen at the time but old enough to understand that Leukemia was cancerous. My brother had fallen ill two days earlier. I thought it was a typical fever, but he didn't get up for two days straight. His shallow breath moved his tiny body only the slightest. His veins were bulging against the pale of his skin. I didn't know how serious this was until the night of my mother's phone call. He was rushed to the hospital.
I went to visit him a week later. As I enter his room, everything became so pronounced. That wasn't even my brother on the hospital bed. It seemed like an unknown figure. I couldn't even see his ears underneath the wires that were now circulating through his fragile body. His cheeks were swollen from medication that it almost changed his face. He couldn't move and could barely see. As I leave the hospital I could hear a soft calling almost like he didn't want me to leave. I realized from that point in my life things would not be what people may call "normal"; it was going to be different and I would need to adjust to this.
Normal wasn't going to be apart of my daily life anymore. The idea that my family would go through struggles was unthinkable. Before I was free of everything but now I am attached with constant worrying. As time flew I've learned to make every moment count despite what has happened. I've learned to do what I love and have found my passions. Whether its dance or trying to become an astrophysicist I can do what I please. To this day, I am fearless of anything that challenges me. Fearless to go out and live. His resilience is mine. I am proud of his ability to have overcame this disease. His recovery has made me unafraid to pursue my passions. Because if he can do it, I can do it.
It has been four years since that point in my life. My brother is alive and well. Everyday I look at him I see an eight year old boy that is strong both mentally and physically. I embody his will to push forward and to fight against death himself. His will to stay strong and fearless has shaped the way I think. Because now when I see Tommy's name light up my phone I do not fear what I am going to hear but simply, answer. He wants to play MarioKart and I'm in.
Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are?
Bạn đang nói gě thế? Běnh tĩnh đi, thế nŕo ông có thể có Leukemia? The muttered voice of my Aunt was clear enough for me to understand what she had just learned. I could hear my mother, crying on the other side of the line. I stood behind the closed door with my ear against the cold wood trying to decipher her conversation with my mother. She had no idea I was listening, but as soon I heard a quick mention of Leukemia I thought to myself, "What does Leukemia has to do with my four year old brother? What's going to happen to him? Is he going to die?". Numerous thoughts raced through my mind as I try not to assume the worst, almost instantaneously my hands clasp together above my head and before I knew it, I was trying to speak to God.
I was only thirteen at the time but old enough to understand that Leukemia was cancerous. My brother had fallen ill two days earlier. I thought it was a typical fever, but he didn't get up for two days straight. His shallow breath moved his tiny body only the slightest. His veins were bulging against the pale of his skin. I didn't know how serious this was until the night of my mother's phone call. He was rushed to the hospital.
I went to visit him a week later. As I enter his room, everything became so pronounced. That wasn't even my brother on the hospital bed. It seemed like an unknown figure. I couldn't even see his ears underneath the wires that were now circulating through his fragile body. His cheeks were swollen from medication that it almost changed his face. He couldn't move and could barely see. As I leave the hospital I could hear a soft calling almost like he didn't want me to leave. I realized from that point in my life things would not be what people may call "normal"; it was going to be different and I would need to adjust to this.
Normal wasn't going to be apart of my daily life anymore. The idea that my family would go through struggles was unthinkable. Before I was free of everything but now I am attached with constant worrying. As time flew I've learned to make every moment count despite what has happened. I've learned to do what I love and have found my passions. Whether its dance or trying to become an astrophysicist I can do what I please. To this day, I am fearless of anything that challenges me. Fearless to go out and live. His resilience is mine. I am proud of his ability to have overcame this disease. His recovery has made me unafraid to pursue my passions. Because if he can do it, I can do it.
It has been four years since that point in my life. My brother is alive and well. Everyday I look at him I see an eight year old boy that is strong both mentally and physically. I embody his will to push forward and to fight against death himself. His will to stay strong and fearless has shaped the way I think. Because now when I see Tommy's name light up my phone I do not fear what I am going to hear but simply, answer. He wants to play MarioKart and I'm in.
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