Sob stories...
call them what you want, but things happen in peoples lives and it changes them forever
heres my 2 cents
i was a pre-health student before any of this happened
one night i was out and about, doin my thing and got completely trashed. i woke up the next morning, realizing that i had just about the worst hangover in the entire world and it was not going to go away. then, i saw a hospital band on my arm...i thought, wtf!!! and i got out of bed and could barely stand. my mom came in and started yelling at me. apparently i had gotten alcohol poisoning and i had to be rushed to the emergency room where a shot of epinephrine may have saved my life...i thought not much of this until later this day, i got a call from my best friend (more like a brother) and he told me that his little brother (basically my little brother) was in the emergency room. He had gotten in a car accident the night before and he was in critical condition. i finally made my way up to the hospital the next day...i never took hospitals very seriously before and i always had this feeling about death or illness, that it just never truly affected me or anyone close to me. i walked into the waiting room and i saw maybe 50-60 of some of my close friends and and my friends family. people are sitting around, crying, hugging each other and wat not. i walked up to my friend and asked him what was the deal. he brought me to his mom, who im very close with as well. she asked me how i was, and then broke down into tears. she told me that he was in a coma and the outlook was not very good at best. i sat with the family for a long time. this hospital was the hospital i volunteered at. whats more, i volunteered in the MICU, which was one unit over from the TNCC, where he was. i took my all-access card and decided id go see him (visiting hours were over, and no one was allowed in but his mother and brother)...i saw him laying there, completely helpless, wrapped in blood-bandages, and i thought to myself...oh my god, this is real. i had a wake-up call..bad things happen to good people, and sometimes there just isnt any thing we can do about it.
when i left the unit with his mother, she grabbed hold of me and starting bawling, and she said to me, one day, you are going to make an amazing doctor and you are going to help people who really need it, like my son
this family had been through so much...the two boys were already fatherless because of a drunk driving accident, there family matriarch had just passed, and they were all having real problems coping
since then, he has recovered slightly. hes home in a hospital bed with full-time care. he is here today because of the health care professionals that serviced him. i am here because of the health care professionals that serviced me.
i thought to myself, it was my life that had been spared, and the thought occured to me, why am i still here? i could have just as easily been in the car accident (it was a DWI accident)...i thought long and hard and decided that i really needed to put my knowledge to use...people have always regarded me as a very intelligent individual. ive always gotten perfect grades without much effort, but at this point in time, i knew that i needed to put my mind to the grindstone and start working toward something better with purpose
after that time, i found it very hard to go back to the hospital and i took a long break. i saw people everyday who were sick and dying and i was scared. i did some soul searching to make sure that this is what i really wanted to do...i talked to lawyers and actuaries and businessmen and people of all sorts. when it came down to it, i wasnt interested in servicing the economy or servicing the laws of mankind...i found that i had a real compassion for people that i never saw in myself before.
i went back to the hospital 3 months ago to start volunteering. i now spend about 6-10 hours a week in the MICU unit. sure i dont know much, but you would be surprised how much a smile or conversation can give to a person in an extreme situation...i find myself connecting with everyone i talk to and really wanting that person to get better...people die sometimes, sometimes they get better; in the end it is up to God, and i truely believe that some people are put on this earth to be His healers and do His work through their hands. I hope that I can one day be one of these people.