Carlos Hernandez

It was the morning of May 5^th, 2008.  I woke up, and I went to work at 7am.  Around 9:30am, I told my boss, “I don’t feel good.” He told me, “Lie down in your car for a few minutes.” I did that, but I still felt sick.  He told me to go home, so I drove home.  In my home, I told my wife to take me to the doctor.  At his office, the doctor told my wife that it may be the beginning of a stroke and that she had to take me to the emergency room immediately.  She did so, but I don’t remember it.  I was in a coma for about three days.  When I woke up, I couldn’t move half of my body, including my face.  I couldn’t talk; I couldn’t eat.  I had to get therapy.  Therapy was very painful and hard.  But finally, thanks to the therapy, I was able to move my muscles again.

                                                Carlos Hernandez

Coco

When I was eight years old, I had a little dog.  His name was Zarrco.  One day my mom told me to get some water.  I went to the river in front of my house, and I carried Zarrco.  A big dog came toward me and looked at my dog.  I ran and ran and ran as fast as I could.  But that big dog wanted my tiny dog.  The big dog finally bit my hand.  I went back home.  My parents said that dog was sick.  I had to go to the doctor and get a vaccine.

                                   Maria Coco Garcia

 

Maria Pablo

My son Raul is always distracted.  One day, he forgot his homework.  He went with his older brother, Pedro, to take his homework on his bicycle.  After ten minutes, Pedro called me and told me they had an accident.  I felt terrible, and I didn’t know what had happened.  When Pedro asked me to forgive him, I imagined the worst.  I hurried to the place of the accident, and I saw my son Raul was already in a stretcher.  His face had lacerations and looked really bad, but thank God it was just on the surface.  Raul was fine.

                                                Maria Pablo