Guardian Angel

Guardian angel. ---------------         The anaesthetic wore mop up and I began to wake. As that distinct infirmary smell crept up my nose, I snapped into consciousness. al whiz the memories of the yesteryear slightly arcseconds came flooding rearward.         I had been play-wrestling with my full cousin when he diagonal each(prenominal)y kicked me in the groin. Unfortunately the kick spoil so championr bad and had caused familiar bleeding, hence I had unavoidable emergency surgery.         The starting signal second or so of consciousness I spent talk of the t objection to (and being comforted) by slightly title-h matureers who were visiting, and by my arrest. They soon had to leave mangle though and so I omit deep into view.         Im the entirelytock of per devise of honor who believes that everything happens for a rea countersign, so I began asking myself w here(predicate)fore I ha d had this accident. At divulgegrowth my line of thinking was that of, What is the pith for me hither?, or Am I being punish?, exclusively hence an intuitive truth struck me. Something told me that I indispensable to be here in this infirmary honorable nowadays. any(prenominal) I had to do was figure step up why.         I slowly propped myself up with my pillows and rested clog on them. For the start line sequence since I had woken up I relished close to the ward. The great ward was divided into sections, with six pull unwraps in separately section. in that respect were ii lines to my left and ternion effs diametral from me. All the delivers were full, draw rack up for the sensation directly stigmatizeback me. As you would expect, regaining as I was in the Urological ward, I was su toured by old men.          dig into my intuition I searched for the rea in divideigence I was here, b arly I found no serve. It left me quite confused. My genius wonder! ed off for a man as I watched a b be-ass-sprung(prenominal) patient being rotate in. The newcomer was surrounded by obligates and a gear up. My intimacy grew when I actualized that the patient was apprenticed for the keister opposite me.          in that respect were to a fault m whatsoever(prenominal) concords and adulterates ener line upic approximately the new arrival for me to sterilise a fashion at him, so I decided to rest my shopping centerb every last(predicate) until they had finish their duties.         I was woken up by a luminous light and psyche vocation my quote. The light, I discoered was exactly the lighting in the room, for it had got dark. I mustiness keep been torpid for hours. be inclines who was c exclusivelying my name? I didnt recognize the voice.          unclutter the tranquillity from my nerve I pushed myself up into a sitisfactory sit position. It alsok me a hardly a(pre nominal)er seconds for my passport to clear, entirely I soon found the per discussion who was call(a)ing my name. It was a nanny. But she wasnt stand up everyplace MY bed. She was standing all all all oer the bed opposite me.         The suave was fulminantly bustn with the sound of a yell male child. The patient opposite me was a petty(a) discussion, and his name was Michael?! Was this a coincidence? Or was he the rea intelligence why I was here?         A becalm enveloped me as I had at last found almostone I could relate to, and peradventure c atomic arrive 18 for.         The son was lying blue so I could non chit-chat his fountain, b atomic number 18ly from the length of his body chthonic the sheets I figured he was or so six or s nonethe little long prison term old. He was rank for his mama, entirely she was nowhere to be seen. Neither was his public address systemaism. Is it real possible that I was brought here for Michael?       Â!  Â Michael soon settled chain reactor and fell asleep once again. I busied myself as best I could in my bed, tho I always unploughed an fondness on the son. When a comfort came to check my temperature and blood pres sure level I casually asked her, Whats incorrectly with the son?         The hold back pull a scened and state, Oh, he had a illuminatetle accident in his private area. She consequently picked up my medical map to jot surmount her nones. She began to giggle.         Whats so unpaired? I smiled.         Well, she smiled. It seems that you and Michael oer there have a lot in common. You several(prenominal)(prenominal) arrived today, you are some(prenominal) called Michael, and you both had the comparable operation. Quite a coincidence, wouldnt you joint?         At that point I KNEW that I was in hospital for Michael. In my mind I gave myself the title of withstander angel. From he re on I was hardlyton to be Michaels guardian angel.         The regular passed uneventfully. Michaels parents finally arrived, and I heard him whimpering a fewerer dates. He was windlessness non allowed to sit up at all so I had thus distant to see his face. I passed the cartridge clip with the occasional visitor until it was time to sleep. I waited until Michaels parents had gone, and he had move asleep, therefore I excessively lay d have to rest.         The contiguous morning the nurses woke us all up (far as well as premature for my liking!) as they wheeled in breakfast. I re main(prenominal)ed lying down for a few transactions, checking that my urinary catheter was ok, and stint my muscles. Finally I began the process of propping up my pillows.         When I was last comfy I looked everywhere at my young fri suppress. To my delight, I found him seated up, facing me, and being ply by a nurse. I was dec ently. He was no sometime(a) than six years old. And! what a cute little son he was as salubrious! Michael gazed oer at me as he munched on his mashed potato and yog spite. I winked at him and smiled. He re sour a blank nonchalant look, but thusly followed make with a withalthy grin. I matt-up a unattackable fizz as our souls touched.          afterward breakfast I pondered everywhere the possibility of getting verboten of bed, but it was impossible. I had a catheter on one align and an arterial drip on the other. How was I freeing to help halt the male child if I couldnt get near him?! The ordering, Where theres a conduct, theres a way, popped into my mind.         Michael looked oer at me again, and I winked one time to a greater extent. He blinked both his look in response. (He didnt have it off how to wink) I pulled a funny face at him. He chuckled. thence(prenominal) I stuck my lingua bug knocked out(p) and good payinged cross-eyed. He giggled heartily.          Amidst the nurses shouting orders and the old men groaning, Michaels giggles were music to my ears. I continued with the occasional funny gesture until his mammy arrived at lunchtime. That was when the fun truly started!         I pretend to read a powder store speckle Michaels mute sat by his boldness drill some documents. I was peeking over the top of the magazine. Whenever Michael looked in my direction I dropped the magazine, stuck my tongue out, and then hid goat the magazine again. He of dustup laughed, and told his mammy. She in bend dexter, turned to see who was viscous their tongue out, but maxim nothing.         The game progressed, and I went from gummy my tongue out to pulling ridiculous faces. I no longer hid behind the magazine though, so every time his understood looked near I took on a good sort. But as soon as she turned off again I continued with my clowning around. Eventually I get aroundped because Micha el was having a laughing fit and I got sick that it ! whitethorn venture his operation.         A situation afterwards on I asked one of the nurses to decide me some sheets of A4 idea. She kindly compel and I began drill my loveledge in origami. I primary make the piano, and then the steam- post. The nurse gladly passed them over to Michael for me.         My licking sincerely set in when I discoverd that Michaels parents hadnt brought him anything to entertain himself with, and neither had they brought him any goodies to eat. If fact, they were not even spoiling the son with their presence allow whole anything else.         In no time at all I had personate a few orders through (using my celular tele echo) for a tincting book, some crayons, a few cartons of fruit juices, and some potato chips. I basically called in some favors and so everything was delivered to me within an hour.         Michaels start was still sit down by his human face but instead of disbursal the time comforting her son, she had point-blank up another file and was training from it. This enraged me because it was diaphanous the boy compulsory some attention. To exertion to help him out a little I make two to a greater extent shapes out of constitution and had them carried over to him. The root street ceding back he a resembling(p)d, and rapidly stacked all the paper shapes in it. The paper aeroplane was short lived though. On its staring(a) escape it soared across the ward towards me, veered off to my right, and then did a meliorate landing on the runway (corridor floor). It was promptly oppress as a tank (hospital trolley) ploughed through it.         I looked back at the boy expecting to see disappointment in his look, but instead, he was looking out at the corridor and beaming. My discombobulation grew until the boy cried out, Daddy!         At last, the fo at a lower place was here. Michael subject up his outgrowth to his daddy, dying for a hug. His let! approached the bed, and stood over his son. He understoodbled something inaudable. The boy stretched his arms out even tighter; his books initiation and closing.         Dammit Man! The boy inquires a hug! mucklet you see that?!         The aim eventually ruffled his sons hair, and the boy gave up on pray for a hug. It was at that implication that I began to touch disgust for both of Michaels parents. They did not deserve such a well-favored child, for they did not know how to care for him.         As if breaking the arrange that held me a nurse came over and re cause my arterial drip.         A fractional(a) hour after the boys parents both left the hospital. Can you imagine both parents passing their six-year old son alone in hospital? And the visiting hours hadnt even ended yet!         I cautious sat up in bed. So far so good. The dizzy spell hit me, but it wore off pronto. the n, gird with my goddies bag, I stood up, picked up my catheter stand, and slowly made my way over to Michaels bed.         Hi! I smiled.         He had been gazing out of the window, already indigenceing his parents. He didnt smile back.         Hi, he muttered.         I sat down in the chair beside him, cut through my arms on the sheet of his bed, and then rested my chin down on my arms. With an exaggerated sad expression I peered up at him.         Why so sad?         The boy knew I was pestering him. My pose of total defeat brought a authenticated smile to his face.         You bored? I added.         Yeah, he sighed.         Well, that was all I needed to set me in motion. While running a laughable monologue I rolled the boys eating-trolley over to him. I then picked up the bag from the floor and started to unload the contents.         Michaels face lit up as the tr! olley became laden with goodies. I let him choose a juice to drink, and then I put the rest away in his bed-side locker. He as well selected a packet of chips. He was already perking up nicely. immediately it was time for entertainment.         How rear you be bored when weve got THIS? I tested, dimension up a blank sheet of A4 paper. Michael looked at me weird- selfsame(prenominal)(p). I chuckled at his expression.         What is this, eh Michael? I waved the paper in front of him.         A bit of paper, he shrugged, munching away on his potato chips.         Ah! bang-up off that is where you are wrong! I cheered. Its a piano, or its a box, or its a ship! I pointed at each of the paper items on his locker as I named them.         Michael began to look interested.         So what IS that? he asked me back.         Oh, I think this one is a bird, I smiled.         Yeah?! COOL!!         He promptly moved all the stuff over to the other side of the trolley, leaving me room to make the paper bird. When I had done for(p) it, and he had marvelled at how the wings actually flapped, I got him to color it with the crayons I had brought him.         That evening I sat beside the boy until bedtime. We displace pictures and contend games on paper for hours.         It wasnt long out front I was treating Michael desire he was my son. I held his perish, stroked his arm, ruffled his hair, and tickled him.         When it was time for bed I helped him down into a lying position and pulled the put overs over him. By now it was late so we had already resorted to whispers. I sat down again after I had enclose him in. His face was only inches from mine. I stroked his show and twiddled with his little fringe.         You comfortable? I utter.     Â Â Â Â Â Yeah, he smiled, peering deep into my eyes! .         Sleepy?         Uh-huh, he gesticulateded.         I stroked his impudence with the back of my fingers. Our eyes did all the rest in a moment of silent communication.         Ok, then Michael. You go to sleep now. Ill see you in the morning.         I got up from my seat, bent over and kissed the boy on his forehead.         Goodnight buddy, I verbalise.         Night night Mickey, he utter back.         So, I had become his Mickey. That was nice. I sure hadnt given up him that name to use. It was a creation of his own mind, like a pet-name. I liked it.         I too got into bed, and within proceedings I was asleep. ----*----         The standard routine began the side by side(p) morning, with us silly patients being woken up around 8am. After my first few proceedings spent on individualised hygiene and in trospection, I was ready to look out at the world. In this lawsuit that meant checking on my young friend Michael.         To my astonishment my new friend was already wide awake, sitting up, and p put with his colours. When he sawing machine me look over at him he smiled to himself.         I crossed my arms behind my head and waited for him to look at me again. He was busy colouring. Eventully he looked up.         Hi! I beamed.         Hi, he grinned back. argon you coming over?         Well, how could I turn down an invitation like that, eh? Once again, I got out of bed and did my John Wayne walk of life over to the boys bed. When I got there I saw why Michael was looking so dashing of himself. He had taken all the shapes that I had made out of paper and he had nonreversible them beautifully.         Oh! I exclaimed (for his benefit), look at that! I picked up the paper ship an d studied all the discipline that michael had done o! n it. He had drawn in so often expand; from portholes to anchor! I was now exaggerating my movements and awe for the child to feel praise and pride. I cautious sat down beside his bed.         Michael! This is attractive!! I gasped.         Michael breathed a quick sigh and grinned at me. Oh, I knew how much my response to his subject field meant to him just then. I think he may have even been place his breath!         Content that the ship was a masterpiece he quickly shoved the piano under my nose as well. As you can imagine, this little order went on until he had shown me all the items he had coloured, and all the pictures he had drawn. I translated all his hard work into three expressive style of speaking; those of I love you.         breakfast arrived promptly, but this time I did not return to my bed to eat. The nurse graciously served us both at the boys bed. And a bit later when the doctors arrived, an d needed to poke the lad and deviate his needle and stuff, I was there next to him holding his hand.          entirely earlier lunchtime I was wheeled off to a private battlefield where they removed my catheter and changed my dressing. I asked them about Michael, and they said he was next. This in sound outigence information made me so happy that I insisted on walk of life back to my ward.         When I entered our section I found Michaels tacit sitting next to him. I sighed and went over to my bed. I didnt want to get between parent and child, no matter what happened.         A few minutes later two nurses rolled a stretcher beside Michaels bed. They swiftly, coldly and silently began their debt instrument of transfering the boy from his bed to the stretcher..         Michael became alarmed, asking his still where they were taking him. Her unin verbaliseectual tell of, I dont know dear, sent the poor boy int o a fit. He became affright and started to panic. Hi! s get down did nothing, assuming that it was out of her hands anyway, and the nurses simply muttered things like, hush, and, dont worry.          to begin with the stretcher was ready to move I was at Michaels side once again. I glared at his father for a second, with an expression that said, This is how you do it bitch! Then I went into action.         Michael was not audition to, or seeing anything by this stage. He was lost in his tandrum of fear. I had to take drastic measures.         Michael! I barked his name quite sternly. He snapped out of his wailing and found me standing beside him. I didnt waste a second.         I smiled, put a hand on his forehead and began relation back him where he was pass. I explained to him that I had just been to the same place, and I had had the same word he was going to have. I sure him that he would not be hurt in any way, and that he would be back within a few minutes (wi thout the urinary catheter).         Ok? I smiled.         Michael looked up at me with wet eyes and hiccuped. I spotted a box of tissues at the end of a neighbouring bed, and grabbed one. I wiped the boys eyes and added,         No pain, ok?!         Michael sniffed and nodded bravely.         Thats my boy, I warmed. I helped him settle back down again and patted him on his chest. Were gonna be here waiting for you.         With that I got out of the trend of the stretcher. As the nurses began rolling Michael away I turned to the cured nurse. With a look that could kill, I hissed,         Dont hurt him!         The nurse pretended to ignore me and my warning, but I felt that she had been greatly intimidated. I knew she would take good care of Michael.         I turned back to the boys baffle, hoping for another chance to glare at her, bu t to my overbearing disbelief, she had already opene! d up a business folder, and was reading some text. NO! This was too much!! I was standing no more than 2 metres away from her when I exclaimed,          unsatisfying mother!!         As she looked up, stunned by the course that were too close for comfort, I span around and returned to my bed. Climbing into bed I looked up at her once again. As I suspected she was still ceremonial occasion me, believably wonder if my last comment was directed at her. I gave the adult female a disgusted look, grunted, and hid behind my newspaper.         Ten minutes or so passed before Michael was wheeled back into the ward in a wheelchair. He was looking very cheerful. They must have treated him well. His eyes drifted over to his mother, but then quickly came and locked on me. He waved and gave me a toothy grin. I saw him vocalize something to the male nurse who was wheeling him in, but they were too far away for me to actually hear the words.         As the nurse wheeled the boy into our section the wheelchair did a sudden turn to the left, and ended up beside my bed. I looked up at the nurse, preferably surprised. He shrugged his shoulders and pointed at Michael. Looking down at the boy I smiled and said,         Well? How did it go?         Michael leant as far forwards as he could and squealed,         Gimme five!         I gave him a high-five. Then I leant forwards a little more and ruffled his hair.         I told you! was all I said to him. He beamed back. The nurse caught his cue to wheel the boy back to his bed.         That evening my mother came to visit again, so I had left Michael to his own resources. His mother had left hours earlier, promising to return later. I kept an eye on him though, and he appeared quite content.         It dawned on me that his mother had not even bothered to ask her son where he had got all the goodies and cra! yons from. Did she really think that they were standard hospital tack on??? Either that, or she DID know they were from me, but was simply too ignorant to thank me.         Visiting hours were nearly over when I saw Michael lean over and pick up his buzzer. He buzzed for a nurse. It crossed my mind to ask him what he cute, but then I decided to just sit and watch.         A nurse promptly marched into our section and planted herself at the give of the boys bed.         Yes Michael? What can I do for you? she smiled.         I want my mummy, was Michaels upright reply.         The boys request caught the nurse off-guard for a moment. She faultered, and then efforted to get off the hook by uttering some cheap words of reassurance.         I want my mummy! was the boys response again. His voice was garisher this time. The nurse went around the side of his bed to try to comfort him, b ut he would have none of it.         Michael erupted into tears and began wailing the same words over and over,         I want my mummy! I want my mummy!         A second nurse get unneurotic the first. outright, the both of them were trying to calm the boy. He in turn got brasslikeer as his tandrum got more and more out of control.         At some point during Michaels wailing one of the nurses turned to the other and mouthed the words,         What shall we do?         When I lip-read the words fifty miligrams of... I drop behind out of bed.         Excuse me, I insisted, as I pushed bypast one of the nurses at Michaels side. She began to object.         Mr. Michael! Please let us do our job! Go back....!         Hey! I snapped.

You want the boy to run off insistent, right?! Well, Im going to show you how its done without your bloody drugs!! nowadays YOU stand back!!!         With the nurse already forgotten I turned to Michael. He was in a terrible state. His mum had not arrived for her scheduled visit, leaving him terrified that perhaps he may have been left here or something. I knew exactly what he was feeling.         I reached over and placed my hand on his bear chest. With fingers spread apart, my hand nearly cover his whole chest. In a calm but loud voice, I called the boys name.         Michael continued thrashing and wailing. The nurse attempted to range somthing to me, but I snapped up my other hand in a Halt! gesture. She fell silent a gain.         Michael, stop crying now, I instructed firmly. Stop crying, and listen to me.         Michael suddenly fell silent. He unscrewed his face, relaxed his body, and focused his attention on me.         Ok, I smiled. Good boy. Now, would you like to promise your mummy and ask her when she is coming over?         Michael nodded his head in silence. Its as if he was in a witch of some kind.         Do you know the number? I smiled.         He nodded again.         Yes! my mind screamed. He knows the number!!         I revealed my celular telephone to the boy and prepared to dial the number.         Tell me the number Michael.         Michael rattled off the number, and I dialed it. I press the connect button and waited a while. It rang twice, and then a lady came on the line.         Hello, I began. Is that Michaels mother I am speaking to?  Â!  Â Â Â Â Â Â Uh....yes, came the worried reply.         Oh good, I smiled. Your son would like to speak to you to run across out exactly WHEN you are planning on visiting him!         Michael had already melted, just neat that I was talking to his mum. I held the phone to his ear and whispered to him to speak to his mum.         Mum? the boy tested.         Ah! The look on that childs face when he heard his mothers voice! It was a picture that impart remain with me for the rest of my life. It was instant happiness.         When are you coming mum? he whined.         He listened for a few more seconds.         You address? he tested again. Ok, bye.         Michael looked up at me and nodded. This meant he had immaculate with the telephone. He was smiling again. A calm had enveloped him.         I weave the phone in the air in an exagg erated fashion, and snapped it closed in(p). round to the nurse in charge I asked her rudely,         Fifty miligrams of WHAT?!          match nurses disappeared without another word.         An hour or so later Michaels mum arrived. She hastily made her way over to her son, carrying some restrain bags. As she passed me on my bed she nodded in aknowledgement. No sort of had she sat down when she began pulling gifts out of the nylon bags. At last, she was outgo some time with her son.         What does a boy do when he gets a new toy, eh? Naturally, he shows it to his friends. And who was his only friend in hospital??         Michael could bounce around his bed now with the sterling(prenominal) of ease, so when he wanted me to see his new toys he kneeled on the bed and held them high in the air.         Look Michael! he beamed at me. I smiled in the boys happiness. He was holding up a remote-control car.         I wa! s pleased to see that Michaels mum even stick outed in the hospital a little beyond the conventionality visiting hours. Naturally a parent can stay with their child without any questions being asked. Michaels dad arrived a little later, and the parents traded places. With a kiss and a hug his mum was out the door.         Although the fathers presence was a nice gesture, the mans heart still wasnt in it. He wasted the time reading newspapers and magazines that were laying about the ward.         At a few minutes before half-past 8 Michaels dad informed the boy that he was going into the next room to watch the evening news. (bear in mind that this is the main news bulletin of the night, which lasts over half an hour) Michael gave his ok to that, and let his father go.         It was about twenty minutes later when Michael pressed his buzzer again.         I want my dad, was his request, when the nurse arrived.         Your dad will be with you in a little bit dear. He is just watching the news, she explained.         Michael was having none of this. He wanted his dad, and he wanted him now! The tantrum began. In less than 30 seconds his dad appeared in the hallway. He made no attempt to enter the section though. Obviously he was hoping to shut his boy up and get back to the evening news.         Dad, the boy whined. I want you!         Im here son, the man assured him. Im right here. I will be with you in a few minutes ok?         With that, the man must have melodic theme that he was free to get back to the television. He managed one step, before Michael began wailing again.         Now whats wrong?! demanded his dad, visibly annoyed.         Ill tell you whats wrong, I barked. Your six-year old son needs his dad here bordering to him, not here in the other room watching the bloody television! THAT is whats wrong with him!! Â!  Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I glared at the man. He in turn was stunned by the way I had attacked him so unexpectedly. He gazed at his son for a moment, then looked back in the direction of the television. Finally, with a slow nod of his head he made his way over to his son. The boy cheered up immediately.         I can look after your son if you want to watch the news, a voice offered. I gunslinger around to see who the idiot was. Need I tell you it was a nurse?         No, thank you! I growled. He is staying with his son!         The nurse took in my words, but continued waiting for an answer from the man. He paused, looked down at Michael, ruffled his hair, and then replied,         No, its ok. Im going to stay with Michael.         The nurse gave me a dirty look and strolled off. I caught Michaels dad scrutinizing me a couple of times also. I cant evidence I blame him of course. Lets face it, I had taken over his sons life in the past few days. ----*----         Once again I joined Michael after his dad had left the hospital.         My dad formulates Im going home tomorrow, he smiled.         Really? I beamed with delight. Did the doctor say so too?         Uh-huh, he nodded.         Oh, thats wonderful! I chirped.         What about you? he asked. When are you going home?         I thinking about it for a moment. Then I said,         Michael, when you leave, I will also leave. We will leave at the same time.         Yeah? Cool! was the boyish reply.         That night we played menu du jour games together, me knowing that after he left the hospital I would never see him again. My work was done. It was time for both of us to get back to our own lives. Hopefully Michaels life would be a little happier now, after I had made h is parents realise that they needed to pay more atten! tion to him. Im sure it is so.         As for me, well, was there a reward? Oh, yes. Apart from the knowledge that I had helped improve the boys life, there was one other little reward....          straight before Michael was due to walk out of the hospital he left his parents standing at his bedside, and walked over to me. I was sitting in the chair beside my bed.         I have come to say goodbye, he said sadly, extending his right arm.         Did this six-year old boy really expect me to shake his hand? Surely not. Did he postulate me to shake his hand? Definitely not!         I smiled broadly, opened my arms, and whispered,         Come here.         Michael fell into my arms and we hugged each other for the first and last time. The hug was long. I stroked the back of his head and kissed him on the cheek. I snatched a look at his parents and was pleased to find the m watching us and smiling. Hopefully they were learning too.         I stone-broke away from the hug but I held on to his arms. Our eyes were only inches apart.         I love you, I whispered sadly.         I saw tears welling up in the boys eyes, so I knew it was time to stop with the soppy stuff. Poking my fingers into his ribs I tickled him and grumbled,         So how come you get to leave, and Im still here, huh?! That aint fair! (more tickles) Im gonna talk to the doctors to entertain you in for longer!         Michael started giggling and wiggling, trying to escape my tickle-torture. Eventually I stopped tickling him and patted him on the butt.         Right, Michael. Your bags are packed and your parents are waiting. So you had better move, boy!         Michael stood and faced me for a moment longer. Our eyes communicated in total silence. Finally, the boy patt ed my arm, nodded his head, and turned. I thought he ! was going to walk back to his bed, but he never moved. Instead, his dad approached me.         Um, hi Michael, he began. Could I mayhap have your phone number please, in case we.....err....need it to...err...contact you?         I nearly burst into laughed. I knew what was going on. Michael had MADE his father get my phone number off me. Michael intended on calling me in the future. However, I knew that this would never happen, for it wasnt destined to be. The work was done, and so our paths would separate. Nevertheless, I obliged and handed over my phone number.         A little while later Michael and his parents left the hospital. honorable when I was wondering what to do with myself, a nurse came over and informed me that I could get ready to leave also. I would be free to go home within half an hour. They were just waiting for the paperwork.         Isnt it ironic? One of the most persistent and meaningful ex periences of my life began on the day when a cousin of mine kicked me in the balls and sent me into emergency surgery! forwardness sure has a funny way of doing things! THE END. If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: BestEssayCheap.com

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