I KNEW HOW BEST TO QUIT, BUT I STROVE ON.
Despite her mother’s death. She still strove on and her kind gesture earned her security for her education…Read the full stories below.
Plop… Plop… Plop… The leaking tap was the only thing breaking the silence. I sat on the toilet bowl thinking about all that happened in the last few weeks and what the future would bring.
The last few weeks had been hell. I worked so much and ate occasionally. My fingers were sore from the manual laundry, coffee shop, garage shifts, voluminous assignments, and taking care of my sick grandma. As if that was not enough, I was constantly bullied at school by literally everyone because my jeans were faded and most of the tops I wore were from the charity. I was a laughing stock among my peers. One may wonder, don’t you have parents to fend for you? Here’s the gist, I lost my mum to a ghastly motor accident which I survived as a passenger with multiple injuries. Took a year before I could get back on my feet. I was just 9 then so you would be surprised how heavily traumatized I was. I couldn’t look at flashlights directly or do anything that involved strong beams of light. My dad was never in the picture. Never known him. I was allowed to stay in the orphanage but I declined the offer and chose to stay with my grandma.
The main reason was that I felt unfulfilled to my mum and myself. I couldn’t just sit around and expect to be fed by the government. Recovering and losing my loved one wasn’t enough reason to deprive myself of the dreams I had and there’s more to life than that. I wanted to unleash the potentials I knew I had. I knew it would not be easy but I didn’t expect it to be that hard…
The only thing that kept me going was the saying my mum told me years back and it kept ringing in my ears every time I felt jaded or felt like going back to the orphanage or just taking overdoses and fade into nothingness. The saying was, _The darkest nights produce the brightest stars_. It was like I tapped on the refresh vigor button that controlled my life every time I said that passionately…
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My grandma lived in a medium-sized apartment. She received a fair amount of pension but it wasn’t enough to feed us, pay the bills, and buy her drugs. So I worked my ass off to supplement it…
I’ve always wanted to become a doctor since my mum died because if I was, my mum wouldn’t have died. I was still conscious during the accident and would have managed to give her the right first aid. I wanted to help but I couldn’t move because of the shock. Only if I knew about stuff like that I would have offered an ounce of help.
Who knows whether she would have survived? Who knows if I wouldn’t have watched her die that night?
A tear escaped my eyes and I sobbed. It was hard for me.
Ever since, I had pulled every manuscript I could lay my hands on, learned all about first aid and road accidents but I knew it was too late. I knew I could use the information someday, not that I wished for one.
I got up and said my quote to myself again, washed my hands, and made for the kitchen. It was 5:00 am. Grandma was asleep which I was thankful for because her level of insomnia had snowballed lately. I quickly made breakfast and prepared for school. After that, I said my prayers and reviewed my geometry note. I had to keep very high and consistent grades if wanted to be entitled to the scholarship I was on.
I heard movements in grandma’s room and went to wish her a beautiful morning. I made sure she ate, took her meds, and washed up. Only till then did I head for school.
I got to school early and settled for the day but got weird looks from my classmates as they saw me as a misfit. I made up my mind to not bother myself about that and pay attention to my teachers (finish school as quickly as possible) and head for my part-time job. I needed to stay focused.
The closing bell finally rang and I had to run to make it early to the coffee shop. I didn’t want to get fired or cut in my wage at the end of the month.
I walked briskly down the stairs but the gathering in the hallway caught my eye. I noticed someone was on the floor. Those jerks were probably bullying someone again. I decided to ignore it but the chaos was getting worse so I went to find out.
Lo and behold, it was our principal. He slumped on the floor. People calling 911 here and there
I had to do something. Think.
I made way to him and crouched down to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt making breathing easier as I have read.
People just watched me in awe but I wasn’t distracted.
The next step was CPR. I interlaced my fingers to form a large surface area to push down his chest.
I did about 20 compressions and started to feel the tears welling up in my eyes. It was like I shut the whole world away from me. I couldn’t hear anything so I went on with the compressions till I felt a hand on mine causing me to withdraw.
The ambulance was already here and put him on a stretcher taking him to the hospital for further treatments.
I turned around and felt eyes on me. I grabbed my bag and left hurriedly.
That hit close to home…
I suddenly remembered I was a minute late to my shift. I broke into a sprint.
By the time I got there, the look on my boss’s face was scary.
I did not doubt that he was going to fire me. I was done for.
Just as I expected, I was fired. I tried to explain but he just wouldn’t listen. I spent the whole evening looking for a new job but all to no avail.
I felt dejected. I mean wasn’t God seeing the good I was doing. I tried to put the past behind me and continue my job hunt tomorrow.
I got home looking lively, not because I was but because I didn’t want my grandma to notice anything and get depressed. So I decided to cook her favorite meal and play games with her. I wanted the best for her and I wanted to take care of her. We talked all night long and laughed about the happenings in our lives and I was glad I had at least someone I could call family by my side.
I woke up the next morning to the buzzing of my alarm. The alarm read 6:00 am which meant I would be late if I didn’t hurry. We must have dozed off on the couch. I woke grandma and did the routine…
I got to school as soon as the bell rang.
Classes went on fine but I was surprised when the principal walked into our class and demanded I see him before the end of the day. Perhaps, he heard I helped him but it wasn’t that much of a big deal.
Later that day, I got to his office and he thanked me for saving his life the previous day but what surprised me was that he did a background check on me. He knew about the accident, my wish to become a doctor, and all and then offered to pay for all my educational expenses even up to medical school. He went on to say I shouldn’t hesitate to call him if I needed anything. He gave me his telephone number and home address
I was dumbstruck.
Was I dreaming?
I took the piece of paper shakily still processing all the information.
My life was remolded in a matter of minutes.
I expressed my heartfelt gratitude and left his office.
When I relayed the information to my grandma at home, she broke into tears of joy as I pulled her into a hug.
And then the thought came to me that only a few people understand the phrase _Never give up_!.