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The Darkest Hour is Just Before the Dawn
The human experience is largely universal, even though all our experiences are different. I believe everyone struggles every day, and that we all fight the ache. We all have this little thing called faith, not everyone knows we have it, but its helps us get through. With all the events that happened in my life as a younger child, I lost faith in everything. Eventually, a calamity happened that brought all of my faith back into my life.
Having one of the eventful family that I know, there is always a difficult situation happening through. On one June morning, I almost lost the one person that has always been there for me. I remember every detail of that day so vividly. The Guidance counselor came into my classroom and emphasized that she needed to talk to me. I remember her office was dimmed with closed curtains, and there was a cold and sad feeling to it. After kindly telling me to sit, she conveyed she had some distressing news to tell me. She told me to take a deep breath because what she was about to tell me was going to hurt me. My dad had just suffered from a heart stroke. The room went completely silent, and all I could hear was myself breathing. It is hard to have faith when something that awful happened to someone that I loved so dearly.
Everything that was happening around me did not seem real at all. The world had just paused in my mind, and I had a million memories of my dad flashing through my mind. My dad is everything and losing him that early in life was not in my plans, yet all I could think about was that he was not going to get through it. After hours of waiting to see whether or not he was okay, the nurse told me was that God was with my father because he barely made it through. the surgery was probably the hardest thing that my dad had to ever go through. He is probably the most kind and caring man that I have ever seen. after feeling all that pain and sadness of the possibility of losing my dad....
The human experience is largely universal, even though all our experiences are different. I believe everyone struggles every day, and that we all fight the ache. We all have this little thing called faith, not everyone knows we have it, but its helps us get through. With all the events that happened in my life as a younger child, I lost faith in everything. Eventually, a calamity happened that brought all of my faith back into my life.
Having one of the eventful family that I know, there is always a difficult situation happening through. On one June morning, I almost lost the one person that has always been there for me. I remember every detail of that day so vividly. The Guidance counselor came into my classroom and emphasized that she needed to talk to me. I remember her office was dimmed with closed curtains, and there was a cold and sad feeling to it. After kindly telling me to sit, she conveyed she had some distressing news to tell me. She told me to take a deep breath because what she was about to tell me was going to hurt me. My dad had just suffered from a heart stroke. The room went completely silent, and all I could hear was myself breathing. It is hard to have faith when something that awful happened to someone that I loved so dearly.
Everything that was happening around me did not seem real at all. The world had just paused in my mind, and I had a million memories of my dad flashing through my mind. My dad is everything and losing him that early in life was not in my plans, yet all I could think about was that he was not going to get through it. After hours of waiting to see whether or not he was okay, the nurse told me was that God was with my father because he barely made it through. the surgery was probably the hardest thing that my dad had to ever go through. He is probably the most kind and caring man that I have ever seen. after feeling all that pain and sadness of the possibility of losing my dad....
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