Personal Narrative: Grey's Anatomy

The initial chaos of the emergency lasted merely an hour. Saline fluid filled my veins and computerized tomography scans sliced coronal views of my brain. I tried to relieve my anxiety by pretending that I was on an episode of Grey’s Anatomy- a director would call cut, the fear would subside, and the scene would end. I did not understand that I was facing a serious medical emergency that the doctors could not solve. I tried to muster the strength to move my lower extremities. My focus moved from the doctors’ confused faces to the people who stood in front of me. My family, gripping the spooks of the bed, reminded me that I should not compare the situation to an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. I realized that a director would not conclude the day with an oration on the success of our TV segment. Rather, a neurosurgeon would come in the room and tell me that I possibly had a stroke and that I had severe head trauma in the form of a concussion.
When I was released from the hospital, I endured severe migraines, amnesia, and depression for several months. I needed a treatment that would make me feel better, so I decided that teaching other people how to overcome tragedy would be the best medicine. Proudly, I spend my time mentoring children who struggle with the same challenge that I have learned to overcome: realizing that a disability is not a limitation. I coach a running team that provides sports programming for special needs children, and I serve as the founder of a club that works with a preschool that enriches the lives of autistic