I chose to write my narrative essay on my sixth grade year that helped me discover who I am and influential on my decisions in life. In my original essay, I found that I repeated myself a lot and my sentence structure was not always logical. For my final essay, I worked on simplifying my word choices and correcting any parts of the essay that did not make sense.
There are many moments in life that help define your character and for me, my sixth grade year has done this the most. That Easter I hadn’t been feeling well and had a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I went to Olean General Hospital and spent a week in the hospital, yet had left with no answer. I went back to OGH and was sent to Buffalo Women’s and Children’s hospital. The same thing happened four times, where I would be admitted for a week and a half then sent home.
One of the times that stood out the most is when I was sent to the cancer floor at Buffalo’s Children Hospital with what they thought was bowel cancer. I watched my brother play with the cancer patients without a care which consequently made me feel better. I was discharged from the hospital without an answer but had been reassured I didn’t have cancer. Before I left, a boy stopped by my room and thanked my brother for helping him feel better.
Instead of going home right away, I stayed with my family at The Ronald McDonald House; where my family stayed over my entire stay in Buffalo. The house is free to anyone who has a child staying at the nearby hospitals and runs entirely on donations and volunteers. When we left the house, they gave my brother and me a present and said get better.
When I got home, an OBGYN looked at my stomach and it turns out my appendix was stuck to all my organs and they had to remove it. It had partially exploded on Easter and the medication I had gotten in the beginning of my journey had stabilized it. In children, the appendix doesn’t show up on any kind of tests; which explains why no one had known what was wrong. I lost thirty pounds because of the minimal intake of food and now have poor health conditions. I went back to school two weeks before the end of the last marking period and managed to finish out the year decently.
That year, I learned that compassion can do great things to a person. My brother didn’t know at the time what he was doing by playing with the patients but because of his actions, those children felt better about themselves. The people at the Ronald McDonald House also made me a better person. They let my family stay at their facility not knowing the first thing about them. They gave us presents even though they only get a certain amount of money to keep the house maintained. These actions taught me the best gift is helping others and has inspired me to help others. Because of this experience, I now help with different activities in Key Club, volunteer at the hospitals, and help every year with different activities through the local Kiwanis Club.
There are many moments in life that help define your character and for me, my sixth grade year has done this the most. That Easter I hadn’t been feeling well and had a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I went to Olean General Hospital and spent a week in the hospital, yet had left with no answer. I went back to OGH and was sent to Buffalo Women’s and Children’s hospital. The same thing happened four times, where I would be admitted for a week and a half then sent home.
One of the times that stood out the most is when I was sent to the cancer floor at Buffalo’s Children Hospital with what they thought was bowel cancer. I watched my brother play with the cancer patients without a care which consequently made me feel better. I was discharged from the hospital without an answer but had been reassured I didn’t have cancer. Before I left, a boy stopped by my room and thanked my brother for helping him feel better.
Instead of going home right away, I stayed with my family at The Ronald McDonald House; where my family stayed over my entire stay in Buffalo. The house is free to anyone who has a child staying at the nearby hospitals and runs entirely on donations and volunteers. When we left the house, they gave my brother and me a present and said get better.
When I got home, an OBGYN looked at my stomach and it turns out my appendix was stuck to all my organs and they had to remove it. It had partially exploded on Easter and the medication I had gotten in the beginning of my journey had stabilized it. In children, the appendix doesn’t show up on any kind of tests; which explains why no one had known what was wrong. I lost thirty pounds because of the minimal intake of food and now have poor health conditions. I went back to school two weeks before the end of the last marking period and managed to finish out the year decently.
That year, I learned that compassion can do great things to a person. My brother didn’t know at the time what he was doing by playing with the patients but because of his actions, those children felt better about themselves. The people at the Ronald McDonald House also made me a better person. They let my family stay at their facility not knowing the first thing about them. They gave us presents even though they only get a certain amount of money to keep the house maintained. These actions taught me the best gift is helping others and has inspired me to help others. Because of this experience, I now help with different activities in Key Club, volunteer at the hospitals, and help every year with different activities through the local Kiwanis Club.