Personal Narrative: Are You Your Story We Are All Made Of Molecules

Life, one of the most basic things we never stop to look at, on June 11, 2016 I fell to the ground in a pain to difficult to describe. The light of the outside world closed as my eyes began to shut. I awakened to the astonishment that I laid in the grass with the excruciating pain still palpitating on my stomach and quickly verging to my back. An ambulance rushed me to the hospital and quickly into the operating room for a procedure. The cause of this emergency was an abdominal aortic aneurysm pulsating in the left side of my stomach. A mere seven percent represented my survival rate. Panic and powerful drugs blurred my memory. But, I will not forget the moment my mom gently touched my hand. She said, “Everything will be okay sweetie, I’m never letting go.” The rough and dragging recovering process began after that experience I will never forget. The most common things we do every day - like walking, getting up to go to the bathroom, and eating with a fork - were taken away from me all in one night.

The flow of the air swiftly gliding through my hair seconds before death stared me in the eyes. After this death defying experience it 's the little things in life that you finally take the time to look at and feel very privileged to have them. The opportunity to live is one of the most basic things life has to offer, and your book illustrated to me the most important thing in life is family, but more specifically your book displayed to me the role a grandma and mom play in my every day and now catastrophic