When I was younger, I would wonder what it'd be like to be adopted by someone for some reason. Heck, I still wonder that. I have came very close to finding out, though.
A couple of days ago, I was sitting on the couch at my grandma's house. I was thinking about random things because I didn't have my DS with me to play. That's when I started to think about how lucky I am.
About three years ago, my dad had a massive heart attack. He thought he was just sick and it'd pass after a few days. A few days later, he finally decided to go to the hospital. The doctor told us that he had a heart attack. He also said that the only reason my dad was still alive is because my dad took Aspirin every morning when he got up. The doctor also said that if my dad didn't go to the hospital that day, he would have died.
One year ago this past Easter, my mom suffered a brain aneurysm.
My mom was one of the luckiest of those people. Heck, when the ambulance arrived, she didn't want to go, and the ambulance people couldn't take her if she didn't want to. My dad left for the hospital after the ambulance left -AND BEAT IT-. A few minutes after she arrived to the hospital (in London, KY), they put her in the helicopter and flew her to UK (Lexington, KY).
I was thinking, what if my dad hadn't taken Aspirin every morning or chose not to go to the hospital that day? And, what if my mom wasn't one of the lucky people who survive? Both of my parents would be dead right now. My uncle live with us, but he isn't exactly fit to take care of me and my younger sister.
It's scary to think about, but it could have very easily happened.