Over Coming the Worst Day of My Life

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Over Coming the Worst Day of My Life

The worst day of my life was the day I learned that my father died. Overcoming the difficulty imposed by that tremendous loss made me stop and think about what life is really about. In the six years sense I have overcome many obstacles. I have learned and experienced things I never thought possible. I remember the absolute worst day of my life the day was Friday, July 20 2007. It was a day that started out as an ordinary day like usual. That was until my grandmother got a call from my mother who told her that my father had gone to bed an hour ago, and had not woken, my mother added that he was as purple in the face, so she had called EMS, and they had just arrived to take him to the hospital. Well, we arrived at the hospital about the same time as the ambulance did. In my mind I can still hear the sirens from the EMS truck. They lead us to a curtained room area where I heard the words that changed my life forever. Although I already knew from the look on the doctor’s face, and from the way he was breathing, that the doctor was going tell my family and I that he was gone. I plugged my ears with my fingers to prevent me from hearing them. Once I pulled my fingers out of my ears, the only things I could hear were screaming, and Crying.

I was in total shock , I kept thinking , in my mind that this was all a terrible , and horrific nightmare , however I soon realized the reality of the situation , and all of a sudden , I became heartbroken , and went berserk! I wasn’t just sad; I was sad and mad at the same time. I was mad at the doctor for reasons that even the doctor couldn’t control, there was nothing he could do anyway. I yelled every filthy and dirty thing word at him that I humanly knew, and being a male I the Karem family is a lot. I cursed the security guards and broke a ceramic plastic case with my fist, and punched a nurse who had just had breast cancer surgery. I finally calmed down, however my heart I was torn to shreds.

I started to blame God, but then I realized maybe I knew why God took my father away. I mean my father didn’t really take good care of himself he would eat steak for dessert if you let him. He was taking care of my mom who really cannot take care of herself, and he work the night shift at Wal-Mart cleaning floors, and other things for that matter. He just worked himself to death. The combination of these factors created a giant asteroid of stress that caused my father’s heart to just simply explode. My father’s death however was peaceful, and painless. I don’t believe he even knew he had died.

Six years have gone by now, since the passing of my father. Nevertheless my father lives in me. In fact I take my father with me in everything I do, and every place I go, in my heart of course. My father is that extra fire, and that extra energy that not only pushes me, but it also drives me to keep terminating the obstacles in my way. I don’t ever back down from a challenge. I’m a fighter by heart , in an emotional manner of course , however I am not afraid to fight someone , only it has to be worth it , and has to be done the right way , if the reason isn’t worth fighting over , then I will do the right thing a just simply walk away. By doing this, I’m not accepting defeat, (nor will I ever) what I am doing is just simply setting an example for all to follow by proving I am being a better person by just rising above the hate.

Now during the past six years, a lot has changed in my life, and I have learned a lot of life lessons, no lesson I have leaded over the last 6 years has been bigger than the one I learned they day my father passed away. That day signified that it was time for me to grow up. On that day I decided to take it upon myself to get the best grades possible during my 8th grade year. However by doing so I had to accept the fact that If I really wanted to get the best grades I could, during my 8th grade year then I was going to have to...
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