Come my second year in high school, I had my second encounter with dengue and was again admitted in the hospital. However, this time my parents were so busy with our business and most of the time I was alone in my room. But due to what happened to me when I was in grade 3 and with the advice that my father gave me, I became aware of my situation. Whenever I needed something, like accompanying me to the comfort room, adjusting the room temperature, etc., I see to it that I asked for help. What my father thought me, built my confidence in myself. That there's nothing wrong in asking for help provided it’s in the right context and is not abusive of others.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Autobiography
In my 16 years of existence, i have many experiences to share; however, i have chosen only one relevant encounter that i want to share.
When I was in grade 3 in a school in Quezon City, I had my first encounter with this dangerous illness. I was in school when the nurse proclaimed that indeed I had dengue fever. They quickly informed my parents and I was sent home. My father immediately rushed me to the hospital from my grandparents’ home. I was crying because I thought that my mother would disregard my condition. However, after a few minutes my mom called informing us to wait for her in the hospital. She did go and it alleviated the anxiety I was feeling. After a small reunion in my hospital room, mom and dad informed that they will go out for awhile to buy us something to eat. Being alone in my room made me nervous. I felt the need to go to the washroom to urinate. I pressed on the button signaling the lobby nurse that I needed assistance. After a few tries, no one came to my aid. I had no choice. I felt so weak to stand on my own. In the end I spoiled on the sheets. When my parents arrived, I told them what happened, and they both laughed. It somehow made the situation lighter. They cleaned me up and we ate together. My dad told me not to hesitate to seek help if I feel that I need assistance. It wouldn’t make me less of a person. Under the nurturing care of my parents, in a few days, I got well and was advised by the doctor that I could go home.
Come my second year in high school, I had my second encounter with dengue and was again admitted in the hospital. However, this time my parents were so busy with our business and most of the time I was alone in my room. But due to what happened to me when I was in grade 3 and with the advice that my father gave me, I became aware of my situation. Whenever I needed something, like accompanying me to the comfort room, adjusting the room temperature, etc., I see to it that I asked for help. What my father thought me, built my confidence in myself. That there's nothing wrong in asking for help provided it’s in the right context and is not abusive of others.
Come my second year in high school, I had my second encounter with dengue and was again admitted in the hospital. However, this time my parents were so busy with our business and most of the time I was alone in my room. But due to what happened to me when I was in grade 3 and with the advice that my father gave me, I became aware of my situation. Whenever I needed something, like accompanying me to the comfort room, adjusting the room temperature, etc., I see to it that I asked for help. What my father thought me, built my confidence in myself. That there's nothing wrong in asking for help provided it’s in the right context and is not abusive of others.
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