Errand Narrative

The heat in Georgia started to overwhelm me in June when it reached 100 degrees outside. All I could wear was t-shirts and shorts to keep me sane. It was 2012 I tuned 16 about a month ago, and I knew I had to get ready for cross country season. I was getting ready for a short run when my mom came to talk to me about leaving to run an errand. The errand had a special meaning. I didn’t know why, it wasn’t anything bad because she always left with a bag of vegetables or some type of food. My mom loved giving back to the community. But this errand felt special to her. The curiously built up every day. It made me feel uneasy. She devoted her time on the weekends and weekdays for this "errand”. I got the courage to ask her why it was so important
We asked God to give him strength, and continue to heal his body. We asked God to continue healing because this little boy who had the most beautiful smile was also diagnosed with a brain tumor. The tumor was located on the right side of the brain; where it conflicted with his sleep. He either slept all day or he couldn’t sleep at all. Over the next few times I saw him, he didn’t look pale anymore .He was getting stronger and he no longer slurred his speech either. The story of a boy that beat cancer got to a famous radio station call Viva 107.9. The radio host came to visit him with electronic gifts, gift cards for restaurants and money. I loved how people came to visit him with words of encouragement and
The only reason he his heart was still beating was because of life support. My mom and I went to go see him after church on Sunday like every regular Sunday. I couldn’t accept that my friend that I love so dearly was gone. I saw his door entrance filled with Bible verses which eased my soul to see him. There he was with more medical wires, pale green skin and his bones were almost seen through from the lack of nutrition. Daniel hands were no longer soft they had a rough touch. I remember the doctors saying he could hear us. I sat by his bed side and told him jokes about what we laughed about, played his favorite songs, read him his favorite psalm. Daniel didn’t want me to be sad. I knew he wanted me to spend the last few hours happy. I did just that. It didn’t matter to me if Daniel was 5 years younger than me all I cared about was being his friend, and seeing his smile. I looked up to him because of everything he went through. The pain his body was going