Personal Narrative: Angel's Grace

In a hospital there are hundreds of rooms with hundreds of patients that need something that could mean life or death. For example, 32 of the patients in this hospital, Angel’s Grace Memorial Hospital, desperately need a necessary organ or they will die in the next week. On average 21 patients a day die if they don’t get the organ they need, that means that most or all 32 patients at Angel’s Grace are praying for someone else to die so they can keep their organ and live. However, that is what the human race has come to today. Everyone is so selfish, except me. I have made peace with my fate.

I first came to this hospital when I was a baby. My mother left me outside the ER. I know you’re probably picturing a loving goodbye in the rain and

I slowly creep out of bed turning to the side where I slip my feet into small pink bunny slippers. These slippers were donated a while ago, so they don’t really fit anymore but I never complain because they are donations. The only objects I own are the ones donated to me, this christmas I got an Ipod and headphones which I use everyday. After finally standing up I put on the headphones and start playing loud rock music that gets me pumped up. I would stand there and dance until awake and energized. Soon after I walk out the door music still playing, and walk the halls while my head bobs to the beat of the

Turns out she had a tumor,” he explained. The rest of the night seemed normal, but I sensed something different. The next day Dr. Warren performed another miracle. There was a boy whose heart was being run by a machine and somehow Dr. Warren fixed his heart. However, the weird thing was that soon after that another older man died in the hall because his heart gave out. Then next Dr. Warren brought a girl out of a coma, but after a few days a man took her place. Finally after thinking about it for a long time, I told Dr. Staci and Thomas during rounds, that I didn’t think this was coincidence. Of course, right away they shot me