My Daddy Home example essay topic

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It was late afternoon on a Saturday in March; I am at home with my dad. The sun is shining so bright, the birds are singing, such a beautiful spring day. Tomorrow is Easter and I just baked a cake to take to church for the Sunday school class that I teach. A bunny rabbit, ears, nose, eyes, whiskers, so precise, the children will love it. As I am in the hot kitchen, working away to create my special surprise for the children in my class, my dad is in the bathroom taking a shower. I am almost finished with the details of the cake when my dad comes out of the bathroom with a horrifying look on his face and stumbles to the kitchen.

He is dressed only in his towel and is body is still wet from the shower. I looked at him and I immediately noticed that his face was as red as blood, covered with sweat beads and had a terrified look that I had never seen on my dad before. Something was wrong! I walked over to him and asked him if he was okay.

His reply was "no, I don't feel right, I'm dizzy and my left arm is tingling". I have always been "daddy's little girl", my dad is my hero, my dad is invincible. I knew that I had to help him and I had to do it fast. "What do I do?" Thought and fears are running through my head so fast that I think I might faint. I was so scared that all I wanted to do was sit down, put my head between my knees and cry and hope that when I looked back up, it would all be a bad dream. I knew that I had to get myself together and help my daddy, he needs me.

I gathered my thoughts within a matter of seconds and helped him to a chair in the dining room. I immediately called 911 and quickly explained the situation. I was told that the ambulance would be there within a matter of minutes. "No, this can't be happening to my daddy, he is never sick, he is strong, why is this happening?" Once I had my dad seated in the chair, I went to the bathroom to get a cold wash cloth for him, thinking that maybe he just got too hot in the shower and hoping this would help. I washed his face with the cloth and told him that the ambulance was on the way and everything would be okay. By now he had lost feeling in the left side of his body.

I kept wiping his face with the cloth and telling him that everything would be okay. After I had calmed him and myself down, I went to his bedroom for clothes so that I could help him get dressed to go to the hospital. The ambulance has arrived now. I watched the paramedics examine my daddy and put him on a stretcher and carry him out to the ambulance". I want to go with him" I told the paramedics, "I won't leave my daddy!" The sirens were loud and we were going so fast, although it felt like we were barely moving. Faster, faster I kept thinking to myself.

They have to help my daddy. We arrived at the emergency room and the paramedics took my daddy inside and into a room that I was not allowed to go into. I was told that I would have to wait in the cold, dreary, empty waiting room while the doctors examined him. It seemed like an eternity went by before the doctor came out to talk with me. When the doctor came out to speak with me, he informed me that my daddy had experienced a stroke. The doctor assured me that with proper care and medication, he would be okay.

Those were the most precious words I could have heard at that moment. My dad would now be immediately transferred upstairs to the Critical Care Unit. I had to wait in the waiting room once again while the nurses got him situated in the unit. Finally after about an hour, I was told that I could see my daddy. Visits were limited to only ten minutes every two hours due to his critical status. I never left the hospital the whole time my daddy was there.

I visited with him every opportunity. Every night I would make myself a bed on the hard, cold floor in the waiting room. I had to be there in case something happened or he needed me. I couldn't leave him. Everyday that went by, my daddy looked better.

He gradually got his strength back. It would be a long road to recovery but he would get there, I knew it. Once my daddy was strong enough, and his condition had improved, the doctors allowed him to go home. That was a wonderful feeling. I am taking my daddy home and he will be okay.

I treasure and appreciate my daddy more than anything in this world. This experience affected my life tremendously. I am married now with my own family but I make it a point to go and visit with my dad every day. I try to take care of him the way he has always taken care of me my whole life.

I don't know what I would have done if my dad had not pulled through this. Sometimes you tend to take things or people for granted. I always thought that my dad would be here forever. That day changed my life and made me realize that life is unpredictable and that you should cherish the ones you love and enjoy all the time you have together. Although my dad has fully recovered now, the fear of losing him will always haunt me. English 101-06 Rhonda Hansen.