jacara-scavenger+hunt+story

Walking down the avenue, I thought my day was going to be like any other old, ordinary day. Growing up I didn’t have much and I wasn’t always the prettiest, in fact I was as plain as can be with brown hair, brown eyes, and a pear- like shape. Even though people have walked in and out of my life constantly, I could always depend on my father to be there for me. Thinking about the day's activities usually didn’t require a lot of brainstorming, but that all would change. This changed that afternoon after I had walked home from school. I couldn’t wait to see my father. In my opinion he was the best father in the world. Before that day I couldn’t imagine living without him. Walking in the door, pain shot through my heart like lightning strikes through the sky. There my father lye out on the kitchen floor. I could see the terror and pain on my father’s face when I starred into his hazel brown eyes. After assuring him he would be just fine, I ran to get the phone to call for help. Explaining my father's condition was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. Choking back tears and gasping especially made it hard for the operator to understand me. “We’re on the way,"the operator said. When I heard those words I knew my father would be okay. When I ran over to my father I noticed he was beginning to slip in and out of conscience. How could something like this happen to my father, I began to question. Fiercely, the ambulance began pounding on the door. When my father was taken away on a gurney that's when the anger and pain reached its climax. Knowing that there was a possibility that my father may not survive angered me every time I thought about it. After calming down I knew I would have to find a way to get to the hospital. When my aunt agreed I told her she needed to come now. Passing through traffic, ignoring traffic lights, and forgetting about pedestrians, we raced to the front desk of Carolina Hospital. Ignoring the unpleasant scent of the hospital, I frantically asked "What room is Charles Brown in?" I was told CCU room twenty-three. There I found my father lying in a hospital bed with tubes coming from what seemed like every part of him. Pale and drained, my father showed a slight smile across his face. I knew this was his way of saying everything don’t worry. I only sat and watched my father’s every move. The more I watched him, the more he seemed to be hurting. When Dr. Ray-Ban came into the room to document my father’s condition, I asked him what happened to my father. “He’s had a massive heart attack.””He is expected to slip into a comma that could last for months, I’m sorry.” Hearing this news was like a ton of weights being dropped on me. At this point I didn’t know what to expect next.