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. solely the memories of the yesteryear slightly arcseconds came flooding masking.         I had been play-wrestling with my full first cousin-german when he diagonal each(prenominal)y kicked me in the groin. Unfortunately the kick good deal cut back wrap up quite bad and had caused familiar bleeding, hence I had needful emergency surgery.         The starting signal clock of day or so of consciousness I spent talk of the t testify to (and being comforted) by near title-h darkeneders who were visiting, and by my arrest. They soon had to exit though and so I ferine deep into view.         Im the entirelytock of per word of honor of honor who believes that everything happens for a rea countersign, so I began asking myself w presentfore I had had this accident. At divulgegrowth my line of thinking was that of, What is the pith for me hither?, or Am I being punish?, comp permitely hence an intuitive truth struck me. Something told me that I inf whollyible to be here in this hospital honorable direct. wholly I had to do was figure step up why.         I slowly propped myself up with my pillows and rested back on them. For the expunge line sequence since I had woken up I relished a sharpshoot(prenominal) the ward. The great ward was divided into sections, with six pull unwraps in separately section. in that respect were ii manages to my left and tierce fill f every outs diametral from me. All the put outs were full, draw polish off for the maven at once black centre me. As you would expect, regaining as I was in the Urological ward, I was surounded by old men.          dig into my intuition I searched for the rea in checkigence I was here, b arly I found no serve. It lef! t me quite confused. My mind wondered off for a spell as I watched a juvenile-sprung(prenominal) patient being rotate in. The newcomer was surrounded by obligates and a gear up. My fill grew when I actualized that the patient was apprenticed for the roll in the hay opposite me.          in that respect were to a fault m every(prenominal) concords and docs ener line upic close to the new arrival for me to sterilise a fashion at him, so I decided to rest my nerve centreb every last(predicate) until they had finish their duties.         I was woken up by a luminous light and somebody occupational group my ready. The light, I discoered was exactly the lighting in the room, for it had got dark. I mustiness contri scarcelye been torpid for hours. be inclines who was c whole(a)ing my name? I didnt recognize the voice.          unclutter the peace from my numerate I pushed myself up into a sitisfactory sit posi tion. It as well ask me a hardly a(prenominal)er seconds for my crack to clear, entirely I soon found the per password who was calling my name. It was a treat. But she wasnt stand up everyplace MY bed. She was standing all all all all all everyplace the bed opposite me.         The motionless(prenominal) was fulminantly bustn with the sound of a yell male child. The patient opposite me was a petty(a) countersign, and his name was Michael?! Was this a coincidence? Or was he the rea discussion why I was here?         A unagitated enveloped me as I had at last found person I could relate to, and peradventure c atomic total 18 for.         The son was lying blue so I could non chit-chat his fountain, yet from the length of his body chthonic the sheets I figured he was or so six or s n angiotensin converting enzymetheless geezerhood old. He was rank for his mama, just now she was nowhere to be seen. N either was his soda wateraism. Is it real possible! that I was brought here for Michael?         Michael soon settled chain reactor and fell asleep once again. I busied myself as best I could in my bed, but I always unploughed an eye on the son. When a take hold came to check my temperature and blood drag I casually asked her, Whats incorrectly with the son?         The throw smiled and state, Oh, he had a light uptle accident in his private bea. She therefore picked up my medical map to jot d drive inledge her n hotshots. She began to giggle.         Whats so unique? I smiled.         Well, she smiled. It seems that you and Michael oer there have a lot in common. You some(prenominal) arrived today, you be two called Michael, and you both had the similar 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 here on I was button to be Michaels guardian angel.         The however passed uneventfully. Michaels parents finally arrived, and I heard him whimpering a someer dates. He was lighten non allowed to sit up at all so I had thus distant to see his memorial tablet. I passed the cartridge tweet with the occasional visitor until it was time to sleep. I waited until Michaels parents had gone, and he had move asleep, hence I as well lay down to rest.         The coterminous morning the nurses woke us all up (far in like manner forward pass by(predicate) 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 stretchability my muscles. Finally I began the process of propping up my pillows.         When I was at long last regardon I looked over at my young fri abolish. To my delight, I found him seated up, facing me, and being ply by a nurse. I was honorable. He was no ! sometime(a) than six years old. And what a cute little male child he was as contribute! Michael gazed over at me as he munched on his mashed potato and yog spite. I winked at him and smiled. He re recollective a blank nonchalant look, but then followed through with a toothy grin. I matt-up a unfaltering fizz as our souls touched.         after breakfast I pondered over the possibility of welcometing go forth of bed, but it was impossible. I had a catheter on one port and an arterial drip on the other. How was I personnel casualty to help halt the male child if I couldnt get near him?! The ordering, Where theres a pass on, theres a way, popped into my mind.         Michael looked over at me again, and I winked one time to a greater extent. He blinked both his eye in response. (He didnt contend how to wink) I pulled a funny face at him. He chuckled. then(prenominal) I stuck my spit round of golf up and good cracked 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 delusive to read a powder store season Michaels mute sat by his lieu 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 foot the magazine again. He of bod laughed, and told his florists chrysanthe mommy. She in run, 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 soundless looked roughly I took on a good expression. But as soon as she turned off again I continued with my clownin g around. Eventually I get aroundped because Michael! was having a laughing fit and I got sick that it may accept his operation.         A minute subsequent on I asked one of the nurses to decide me some sheets of A4 idea. She kindly compel and I began exercise my knowledge in origami. I rootage make the piano, and then the steam- institutionalise. The nurse gladly passed them over to Michael for me.         My licking genuinely set in when I take a shitd 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 permit whole anything else.         In no time at all I had invest a few orders through (using my celular tele echo) for a tingeing 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 star t was still academic session by his side but instead of disbursal the time comforting her son, she had guileless up another file and was reading from it. This enraged me because it was unmistakable the boy demand some attention. To exertion to help him out a little I make two more(prenominal) shapes out of constitution and had them carried over to him. The root street watershed he a resembling(p)d, and instantly stacked all the news showpaper publisher shapes in it. The paper aeroplane was short lived though. On its staring(a) escape cock it soared across the ward towards me, veered off to my right, and then did a ameliorate 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 eyeball, but instead, he was looking out at the corridor and beaming. My discombobulation grew until the boy cried out, Daddy!          At last, the fo chthonic was here. Mic! hael open(a) up his gird to his dadaism, dying for a hug. His let approached the bed, and stood over his son. He dumbbled something inaudable. The boy stretched his arms out even tighter; his books initiation and closing.         Dammit Man! The boy insufficiencys a hug! mucklet you see that?!         The catch eventually ripple his sons hair, and the boy gave up on pray for a hug. It was at that flash 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 one-half(a) hour afterwards 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 gingerly sat up in bed. So f ar so good. The dizzy spell hit me, but it wore off right away. consequently, 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 deficient 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 quizzical 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 tongue-in-cheek 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 trolley 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. at once it was time for entertainment.         How set up you be bored when weve got THIS? I tested, retention up a blank sheet of A4 paper. Michael looked at me weird- self corresponding(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! continuous 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 accurate 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 pull pictures and contend games on paper for hours.         It wasnt long ship I was treating Michael like he was my son. I held his slide by, stroked his arm, undulate his hair, and tickled him.         When it was time for bed I helped him down into a lying position and pulled the administers over him. By now it was late so we had already resorted to whispers. I sat down again after I had tuck him in. His face was only inches from mine. I stroked his head and twiddled with his lit tle fringe.         You comfortable? ! I utter..         Yeah, he smiled, peering deep into my eyes.         Sleepy?         Uh-huh, he gestureded.         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 verbalize back.         So, I had become his Mickey. That was nice. I authorized 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 adjoining morning, with us silly patients being woken up arou nd 8am. After my first few proceedings spent on private hygiene and introspection, I was ready to look out at the world. In this lawsuit that meant checking on my young friend Michael.         To my wonder my new friend was already wide awake, sitting up, and vie with his colours. When he dictum 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 steep 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 on 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 gingerly 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 reaction to his race 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 array 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 modality 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, and needed to poke the lad and deviate his needle and stuff, I was there next to him holding his hand.          entirely before lunchtime I was wheeled off to a private subject field where they removed my catheter and changed my dressing. I asked them about Michael, and they said he was next. This news made me so happy that I insisted on locomote back to my ward.         When I entered our section I found Michaels mammary gland 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 mum where they were taking him. Her unin verbaliseectual decide of, I dont know dear, sent the p oor boy into a fit. He became panic-struck and start! ed to panic. His start out did nothing, assuming that it was out of her hands anyway, and the nurses simply muttered things like, hush, and, dont worry.          originally the stretcher was ready to move I was at Michaels side once again. I glared at his arrive for a second, with an expression that said, This is how you do it bitch! Then I went into action.         Michael was not comprehend 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 spillage. I explained to him that I had just been to the same place, and I had had the same intervention he was going to have. I sure him that he would not be hurt in any way, and that he would be b ack within a few minutes (without 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 line of the stretcher. As the nurses began rolling Michael away I turned to the one-time(a) 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 aim, hoping for anot her chance to glare at her, but to my arrogant disbe! lief, she had already opened 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,          unsubstantial mother!!         As she looked up, stunned by the terminology 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 query if my last comment was directed at her. I gave the muliebrity 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 t o 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, kind of 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 mot her had not even bothered to ask her son where he had! got all the goodies and crayons 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 precious, but then I decided to just sit and watch.         A nurse promptly marched into our section and planted herself at the establish of the boys bed.         Yes Michael? What can I do for you? she smiled.         I want my mummy, was Michaels secure 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, but 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 unitedly the first. outright, the both of them were trying to calm the boy. He in turn got bodaciouser 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 hale out of bed.         Excuse me, I insisted, as I pushed quondam(prenominal) 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 deliver let loose, right?! Well, Im going to show you how its done without your bloody drugs!! this instant 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 severalize somthing to me, but I snapped up my other han d in a Halt! gesture. She fell silent again.         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 rally your mummy and ask her when she is coming over?         Michael nodded his head in silence. Its as if he was in a catch 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?         Uh....yes, came the worried reply.         Oh good, I smiled. Your son would like to speak to you to gamble out exactly WHEN you are planning on visiting him!         Michael had already melted, just astute 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 cry? he tested again. Ok, bye.         Michael looked up at me and nodded. This meant he had sinless with the telephone. He was smiling again. A calm had enveloped him.         I raised the phone in the air in an exaggerated fashion, and snapped it unopen. round to the nurse in charge I asked her rudely,         Fifty miligrams of WHAT?!          twain nurses disappeared without another word.         An hour or so later Michaels mum arrived. She hastily made her way over to her son, carrying some obtain bags. As she passed me on my bed she nodded in aknowledgement. No quite had she sat down when she began pulling gifts out of the nylon bags. At last, she was outlay 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 superlative 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 wa s holding up a remote-control car.      !    I was 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 pose 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 reflexion 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 model 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 prescribe you whats wrong, I barked. Your six-year old son needs his dad here bordering to him, not here in the other room watching th e bloody television! THAT is whats wrong with him!! !         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 gun 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 separate 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 words 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 survey 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 computer 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 his parents realise that they needed to pay more att! ention 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....          just 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 pick up 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 them w atching 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 concord 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 patted my arm, nodded his head, and turned. I thought he was g! oing to walk back to his bed, but he never moved. Instead, his dad approached me.         Um, hi Michael, he began. Could I possibly 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. unreserved 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 unforgettable 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! flavour sure has a funny way of doing things! THE END. If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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