“Papa’s only cried twice” Granny said putting down a cold jar of sweet tea.
“When was that?” I asked, shocked. Well, I guess I wasn’t that shocked. Papa was a craggy, virile man, and he was always mad. Not about anything in particular, just grumpy. “Well, the first time was when Donny died”. Donny was Granny’s second child. He died when he was three days old. “The second time was when your mamma fell in the bayou”.
It was a hot, sunny day in May. David, Janie, and Jenny were playing in the back yard. Jenny was two going on three. You couldn’t blame her for following David and Janie down the dirt road to where the water meets the land. It was her older siblings’ doggedness that led to chaos.
When the children reached the bayou, David, being the take charge nine-year old he was, suggested a game of tag. Janie nodded her head with a smirk on her face, determined to beat her older brother at his own game. “Not it!” yelled David as he took off flying barefoot through the dead grass. Janie dashed after him, accidently bumping into little Jenny. All of the sudden, Jenny slipped and fell right into the murky, brown water. Janie came to a halt and screamed. David, who had turned his head just in time to see his precious baby sister flop in the water, ran for help. David could barely get out three words when Granny ordered Papa to call an ambulance and sprinted to save her child.
She dove into the water and hoisted Jenny up from the mud just as the medical team had arrived. They shoved her in the ambulance and rushed to the hospital blasting sirens down the road. In no time Jenny was hooked up to machines and was being checked out by a doctor. The doctor called Granny and Papa over when the test had arrived.
The Term Paper on Henry David Thoreau 6
Henry David Thoreau (1817 – 1862) was an American writer and philosopher famous for his naturalistic and anarchical ideas as well as his adherence to the movement of transcendentalism. Thoreau was a vegetarian, actively stood against slavery and war, and was one of the first who supported Darwin’s theory of evolution. Among his many works, the best known are his essay, Civil Disobedience, a ...
“She swallowed a large amount of water and is very vulnerable to disease right now. She is running a fever of one hundred and five, and most likely will not make it through the night. I’m sorry.”
“There isn’t anything we can do?” asked Granny.
“All you can do now is pray for a miracle but, I think it’s her time.” Tears rolled down Papa’s face as he hugged his wife. He wasn’t prepared to lose another child.
That night was hard but, Granny refused to give up hope. She did the only thing she could do. She prayed long and hard all through the night right by her baby’s side. Even though the doctor said it wasn’t a good idea to be next to her. She passed out from pure exhaustion late that night.
When the sun shined through the dirty hospital window early the next morning, Granny was piqued by her aching knees from praying all night. Suddenly, the door flew open.
“Oh my goodness” the nurse gasped. Granny’s eyes were wider than saucers. They had just stumbled upon miracle. Jenny was playing on the floor laughing away. Her fever was gone, and she was perfectly fine. Everyone was in complete shock. Granny took her baby home that afternoon.
Fast forward forty years later my mom doesn’t remember a thing, but Granny will tell you it’s one of the reasons she loves her kids more than anything. Through the ups and downs of raising all ten of them, she did whatever she had to do. When some of them took a wrong path on the road of life she did the best she could to point them the right way. I think deep down Papa is a sensitive man that loves his kids too but, he won’t talk about it like Granny does. I think he’s grumpy all the time because Granny has experienced a lot of heartache over the years and he blames himself for that. What happened at the bayou that day grew my mom’s family closer together by showing how fragile life can be and, the love a mother has for her kids is like no other. So, cherish the moments life gives you because it could vanish in the blink of an eye.
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