Creative Writing: Blood Brothers

Jacob squinted as he opened his eyes. His vision was blurry and he could barely move a muscle. He felt dreary and tired. All he could remember was trying to get out of his house. Fire everywhere. Pain. Then darkness. Jacob stopped trying to remember and looked around as his vision cleared. He was in a white room with lots of white machines and a tube jetting out from his arm. Jacob then saw his mom come running into his room. “Jacob!” she said, “You’re awake! Thank goodness you’re alive!” She hugged him for a long time. Jacob’s family was poor. His dad died when he was just a baby. His mother had to take care of Jacob all by herself. Now all of her hard work was all gone. Nothing left. “Mom, why can’t I feel my legs?” Jacob asked. “I’m

The first 30 minutes consisted of filling out forms about the condition Jacob’s legs were in. Finally, Jacob and his mom were in a private room. A doctor came in a few minutes later. He was very gentle and kind. He took measurements very carefully. He also recommended various types of legs. Jacob chose ones that were meant for running almost immediately. The doctor ordered the legs and said that they would arrive in a week. Jacob thanked him over and over again. Jacob had not been more exited ever in his life. He could chase after his dream after all. That night he stayed up and wrote for an hour about what just happened. He slept imagining himself being the first person to be on the podium on the Paralympics. He believed that he could still run after his

As his mom started helping him into them, the memories of running and walking slowly came back to them. He nearly fell over as he took his first steps. He had to take breaks every 15 minutes because it was so tiring. After a week or so, Jacob had practiced enough to start walking. He still needed regular breaks as he wasn’t used to using his legs. Jacob practiced every day after dinner in order to be able to walk again. After a month, he could jog. “Dad would be so proud of you,” Jacob’s mom said, “For believing and never giving up.” “Thanks Mom. I wish Dad were here too.” Jacob said. What Jacob’s mom said that day was the encouragement and his motto for the rest of his life: “Believe and don’t give up.” When Jacob grew up, he became a professional athlete and wrote his autobiography based on his journal. He also published some of his poems, which was still a hobby of his. His autobiography was an inspiration to many disabled people around the world. His hard work finally paid off during the Paralympics. He got gold medal in the 100, 200, and 300 metre dash. It was the happiest day of Jacob’s life. He finally achieved his goal in life. He was recognized around the world for being the athlete who kept believing. From a poor child to a gold medalist, his story was one that gave hope to others. The day after the race, Jacob went to his mom and said, “Thank you Mom, for supporting me and always believing in