Zachary C. Bowie
Mrs. Enix
Narrative Writing
Period 6th
21 Aug 2014
Mrs. Enix
Narrative Writing
Period 6th
21 Aug 2014
The petrichor was found throughout the town . You could still hear the droplets splashing upon the Earth. Today is the day everything change...for a minuscule child. I have met him a few times during my life. One of the first things I've notice and i’m sure you will too is that although he may be quite, shy, or at least at this point in time he remembers. Filled with past regrets, joys, and sorrows, sometimes I've seen his mind twirl in bewilderment! You might say I am a part of Him or maybe he’s apart of me, it doesn't matter. What matters is this story you’re about to read. Filled with hardships, trials and errors. There is joy, but not at the beginning, we must first endure before we are blessed. I hope the reader will still be sane when I finish telling it.
You could hear the rumbling of an engine before you saw it coming up the worned down muddy road, as water churned and spilled upon the wayside. Though the glass dimmed the inside, five figures inside were clearly visible. As it passed by a couple of mangy dogs came slipping and sliding after it through the mud and it appeared that they were having a good time too. As the car pulls to a stop in the soggy grass, a tall man steps out comes out and turns back to the road with his fist in the air. The white in the dogs eyes showed clearly that they were terrified of him and did their best to halt as fast as they could. Sliding uncontrollably they collided in an explosion of mud. The man, now furious, hurls rocks and clumps of mud at the dog as they fled into the safety of the underbrush. Looking at his pants in disgust he returns to his family who were already entering the house.
It wasn't the worse living arrangements in the world, but it certainly wasn't the best. It was build by one of their forefathers. in the mid nineteen hundreds. The grey and blue old paint had began to peel off around the sides, and the roof was tattered together. It had an AC fortunately, but it had the smell that you would expect to find in a nursing home. It had a decent warm front room with an old TV towards the far end near the backdoor. A very small laundry room which connected to the kitchen. For whatever reason a lizard made it’s home in one of the drawers in the kitchen. The small child looked into it as the lizard ran and hid in a hot pad from grasping hands. The child turn and went to his room which he shared with his younger sister which was connected to the living room. His parents had the upstairs bedroom and his youngest brother slept with them. He got out some more comfortable clothes. At this point you’re probably thinking what’s so bad about this? If you knew me personally which you don’t, you’ll know that i like to set the scene before i make my point. So endure with me if you will.
Now that same boy was sitting at the dinner table. Looking down at his feet then at his food and then back down. His father of the young child was raised in a small poor farming community and appreciated every single amount of food on the table. Not saying that’s wrong, let’s just say that’s not what this small kid thought at this moment of time.
“Eat your food, son.” his father commanded as the boy continued to look at his feet.
The mother looked at her son frail body with worrying eyes. As he picked up the fork, mostly out of fear, he put some of the scrambled eggs inside his mouth. Which was spit out immediately with a face of disgust. His father angrily got up and tried to force the food in his mouth.With terrified eyes he tried to slip away under the table, but the dad already saw that coming and pinned him down. The boy felt it before it hit. It couldn’t be stop, it happen almost every night night now. He upchucked all over. His dad, sister, the carpet which had been stained last night by the macaroni. His dad let go of him(mostly from shock) and he ran into the bathroom. His mother came in after him, after he heard them yell about him. She rubbed his matted hair as he slowly came out of the corner. She picked up a rag and dipped it in the water and rubbed his face clean. Some of you might be squinching your face in disgust, or you might be feeling sorry for the little boy. We’re going to answer all your questions folks don’t worry.
The mother sat impatiently at the Doctor’s office as she reaches out to stop her spinning son on the doctor’s chair. The door opens in the small room and the doctors steps in.
“It appears that your son has a type of Cortisol Deficiency1.” he said somewhat grimly.
The boy’s mother stares blankly at the doctor, her mind in total bewilderment, “What does that mean?”
“We believe it is ATCH Cortisol Deficiency, but will have to do more test to be positive on it, but your son’s adrenal glands and pituitary glands are not fully develop, that we can be sure of. This can cause weight loss, loss of his appetite, vomiting, and many other symptoms. If your son continues to live without medication his deficiency may possibly lead to death. That’s why i highly encourage you to take it although it is a very expensive medication.” He said with grim eyes, knowing how poor this son’s family was.
“I guess will have to take then,” she said unsure of how they would bring forth the money to pay it.
If you’re still reading this, you must be more caring about this tiny kid then I've ever been. A poor family in the all times lows and now getting expensive medication for their son that will take most of their paychecks! How will they get out of this?
As the sun descended into the western mountains and the birds were chirping, terror filled the little boy’s mind, “I don’t want to take a shot!” he yelled as he tried to run for the door.
“It’s for your own good,” the frustrated dad yelled.
This happen all night long till finally the boy fainted more mere exhaustion and the shot was given. Similar events happen throughout week as the lad took more and more shots. Soon the boy accepted in as his fate, and bravely held out his arm for the shot. With tears in his eyes he realized he had to do it for the rest of his life.
Now to tie up some loose ends. The boy’s dad got a well paying job offer in Fort Worth Texas to be a Facilities Manager for their church. He would have to be gone for most of the day away from his son, but at least they could afford the medication now. During those three years the boy grew, and and was finally back on the growth charts, and loved food! Now when I see him in the mirror i’m glad my father made those sacrifices for me, and for what he did. Later he even got a better job in some small town in Arkansas. Although, I may be still be quiet, I've formed some of the greatest friendships, and live better because of my Dad.
You could hear the rumbling of an engine before you saw it coming up the worned down muddy road, as water churned and spilled upon the wayside. Though the glass dimmed the inside, five figures inside were clearly visible. As it passed by a couple of mangy dogs came slipping and sliding after it through the mud and it appeared that they were having a good time too. As the car pulls to a stop in the soggy grass, a tall man steps out comes out and turns back to the road with his fist in the air. The white in the dogs eyes showed clearly that they were terrified of him and did their best to halt as fast as they could. Sliding uncontrollably they collided in an explosion of mud. The man, now furious, hurls rocks and clumps of mud at the dog as they fled into the safety of the underbrush. Looking at his pants in disgust he returns to his family who were already entering the house.
It wasn't the worse living arrangements in the world, but it certainly wasn't the best. It was build by one of their forefathers. in the mid nineteen hundreds. The grey and blue old paint had began to peel off around the sides, and the roof was tattered together. It had an AC fortunately, but it had the smell that you would expect to find in a nursing home. It had a decent warm front room with an old TV towards the far end near the backdoor. A very small laundry room which connected to the kitchen. For whatever reason a lizard made it’s home in one of the drawers in the kitchen. The small child looked into it as the lizard ran and hid in a hot pad from grasping hands. The child turn and went to his room which he shared with his younger sister which was connected to the living room. His parents had the upstairs bedroom and his youngest brother slept with them. He got out some more comfortable clothes. At this point you’re probably thinking what’s so bad about this? If you knew me personally which you don’t, you’ll know that i like to set the scene before i make my point. So endure with me if you will.
Now that same boy was sitting at the dinner table. Looking down at his feet then at his food and then back down. His father of the young child was raised in a small poor farming community and appreciated every single amount of food on the table. Not saying that’s wrong, let’s just say that’s not what this small kid thought at this moment of time.
“Eat your food, son.” his father commanded as the boy continued to look at his feet.
The mother looked at her son frail body with worrying eyes. As he picked up the fork, mostly out of fear, he put some of the scrambled eggs inside his mouth. Which was spit out immediately with a face of disgust. His father angrily got up and tried to force the food in his mouth.With terrified eyes he tried to slip away under the table, but the dad already saw that coming and pinned him down. The boy felt it before it hit. It couldn’t be stop, it happen almost every night night now. He upchucked all over. His dad, sister, the carpet which had been stained last night by the macaroni. His dad let go of him(mostly from shock) and he ran into the bathroom. His mother came in after him, after he heard them yell about him. She rubbed his matted hair as he slowly came out of the corner. She picked up a rag and dipped it in the water and rubbed his face clean. Some of you might be squinching your face in disgust, or you might be feeling sorry for the little boy. We’re going to answer all your questions folks don’t worry.
The mother sat impatiently at the Doctor’s office as she reaches out to stop her spinning son on the doctor’s chair. The door opens in the small room and the doctors steps in.
“It appears that your son has a type of Cortisol Deficiency1.” he said somewhat grimly.
The boy’s mother stares blankly at the doctor, her mind in total bewilderment, “What does that mean?”
“We believe it is ATCH Cortisol Deficiency, but will have to do more test to be positive on it, but your son’s adrenal glands and pituitary glands are not fully develop, that we can be sure of. This can cause weight loss, loss of his appetite, vomiting, and many other symptoms. If your son continues to live without medication his deficiency may possibly lead to death. That’s why i highly encourage you to take it although it is a very expensive medication.” He said with grim eyes, knowing how poor this son’s family was.
“I guess will have to take then,” she said unsure of how they would bring forth the money to pay it.
If you’re still reading this, you must be more caring about this tiny kid then I've ever been. A poor family in the all times lows and now getting expensive medication for their son that will take most of their paychecks! How will they get out of this?
As the sun descended into the western mountains and the birds were chirping, terror filled the little boy’s mind, “I don’t want to take a shot!” he yelled as he tried to run for the door.
“It’s for your own good,” the frustrated dad yelled.
This happen all night long till finally the boy fainted more mere exhaustion and the shot was given. Similar events happen throughout week as the lad took more and more shots. Soon the boy accepted in as his fate, and bravely held out his arm for the shot. With tears in his eyes he realized he had to do it for the rest of his life.
Now to tie up some loose ends. The boy’s dad got a well paying job offer in Fort Worth Texas to be a Facilities Manager for their church. He would have to be gone for most of the day away from his son, but at least they could afford the medication now. During those three years the boy grew, and and was finally back on the growth charts, and loved food! Now when I see him in the mirror i’m glad my father made those sacrifices for me, and for what he did. Later he even got a better job in some small town in Arkansas. Although, I may be still be quiet, I've formed some of the greatest friendships, and live better because of my Dad.