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Hmmmm
Theme: Nostalgistic/ Drama
She watched the clock tick as every second danced through the warzone of 60 minutes. A blank stare crossed her and her mom’s faces as they waited for the dreaded call. The woman with brown hair, bluish-greenish eyes stared down her fate as much as John Connor dreaded his own prophetic death date.
She was twenty one that day. The day her life would be changed forever. She picked the phone up with fear in her eyes as the speakerphone spoke words that boomed out loud:
“You are in Stage three Kidney Disease”
She stood there silently as she knew something was wrong and fast. She silently wept inside her own head.
But she had to be strong:
Her bluish green eyes watched from the bluish chair, attached to the machine that controlled her destiny.
She watched the people outside, sharing the same fate as her, a lot were a lot older than her, who have been waiting years for their stories to change.
Not everyone who walked those halls and sat at the machines got that same chance that day.
Six months later, freedom from the machine that chugged slowly as I walked through those white laden hospital halls, saying her goodbyes to the friends she’d slowly made.
But there was a twist.
December 5,2008 would be the date she’d always remember. A new life.
It wasn’t meant to be her time after all. There was still more to do on the planet, more lives to cheer up and help up off the ground.
She looks back smiling at her mother who had given so much as they both lay on the surgery table.
She and her mother wake up the next day, herself happy and healthy but watching a new problem.
Fighting our own battles.
As time passed and so did she, her mother and her grew up happily.
11 years have passed since that day, she watched the windows of what could of been.
As she looks back at her 31 years of life, she has been grateful that her 21st year of life wasn’t her last.
She hummed a song in her head that reminded her of times past.
She watched the clock’s familiar ticking happen again, 11 years past as the familiar sound of silence crawls out through sunny windows.
The smell of sun, palm trees and fresh grass. A familiar vibe that brings her away from the bad memories.
There are many people, but there is only one of you. Perhaps someday those people who sat in that very same room on a cold day in Michigan might find the same hope as she did one day. Those people would find their own battles as they take that same journey.
“If you want to know where to find your contribution to the world, look at your wounds. When you learn how to heal them, teach others”—Emily Maroutian
This person is Laura.
This person is strong.
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She watched the clock tick as every second danced through the warzone of 60 minutes. A blank stare crossed her and her mom’s faces as they waited for the dreaded call. The woman with brown hair, bluish-greenish eyes stared down her fate as much as John Connor dreaded his own prophetic death date.
She was twenty one that day. The day her life would be changed forever. She picked the phone up with fear in her eyes as the speakerphone spoke words that boomed out loud:
“You are in Stage three Kidney Disease”
She stood there silently as she knew something was wrong and fast. She silently wept inside her own head.
But she had to be strong:
Her bluish green eyes watched from the bluish chair, attached to the machine that controlled her destiny.
She watched the people outside, sharing the same fate as her, a lot were a lot older than her, who have been waiting years for their stories to change.
Not everyone who walked those halls and sat at the machines got that same chance that day.
Six months later, freedom from the machine that chugged slowly as I walked through those white laden hospital halls, saying her goodbyes to the friends she’d slowly made.
But there was a twist.
December 5,2008 would be the date she’d always remember. A new life.
It wasn’t meant to be her time after all. There was still more to do on the planet, more lives to cheer up and help up off the ground.
She looks back smiling at her mother who had given so much as they both lay on the surgery table.
She and her mother wake up the next day, herself happy and healthy but watching a new problem.
Fighting our own battles.
As time passed and so did she, her mother and her grew up happily.
11 years have passed since that day, she watched the windows of what could of been.
As she looks back at her 31 years of life, she has been grateful that her 21st year of life wasn’t her last.
She hummed a song in her head that reminded her of times past.
She watched the clock’s familiar ticking happen again, 11 years past as the familiar sound of silence crawls out through sunny windows.
The smell of sun, palm trees and fresh grass. A familiar vibe that brings her away from the bad memories.
There are many people, but there is only one of you. Perhaps someday those people who sat in that very same room on a cold day in Michigan might find the same hope as she did one day. Those people would find their own battles as they take that same journey.
“If you want to know where to find your contribution to the world, look at your wounds. When you learn how to heal them, teach others”—Emily Maroutian
This person is Laura.
This person is strong.
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