Personal Narrative: My Senior Exit Passion Project

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of monitors filled my ears as my anesthesia began wearing off. I blinked three times, and each time a bright, white light pierced my eyes. I contemplated if I was waking up in Heaven or not, until on the fourth blink when the room started coming into focus, and I realized I was staring at the white light on the ceiling. While lying on a strange table in a cold room, my heart began pounding out of fear due to being unaware of my location. As I started to panic, I began to scream while trying to get off of the table, but people who looked like nurses, came over and held me down. One nurse said to me, “You are going to be just fine. The surgery is over, but your medicine wore off while we were cleaning up.” She said mutter other words to me, but those faded away into my subconscious seeing as the last memory I hold is a mask being placed on my face before my world turned black again. The recollection painted above depicts a personal memory of my own. When I was a newborn, my parents discovered I was born with a birth defect called clubfoot, which results in one or both of a newborn’s feet to be rotated internally. A few weeks after my mother delivered me, my…show more content…
With the help of my family, friends, and community I plan to raise enough funds to be able to make blankets for Shriner’s patients when they come out of surgery, in behalf of that I, too, received a blanket during my stay at the Shriner’s Hospital. Additionally, I hope to raise funds that will be donated to the hospital to put towards a new x-ray machine. The staff at the Shriner’s hospital gave me something that cannot be repaid with money, but I want to try to give back to the hospital even though my actions are nowhere close enough to what the hospital did for me; its staff changed my life, and I want to try to help the Shriner’s Hospital keep changing

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