The Turning Point Of My Life

I am an 18-year old boy and studying in high-school. I live with my parents and two younger siblings in a small rented house. My father owns a shop in a nearby market. I am happy and satisfied with my life and what I have. But I was not like this before. I never understood how grateful you should be in your life about everything and every relation until I found myself on the hospital bed.

I was, and I am the darling child of my parents. Being the first child of the family, I enjoyed everyone’s attention. My parents never say no to my demands. They always gave me preference over my other siblings and sometimes they refused to fulfill their demands to fulfill mine.  But I always took that for granted and thought that it’s my right and parent’s responsibility to provide their child everything. We were not poor but not too rich. My father worked hard to meet our expenses. But I was never concerned by how I should live in the limited earning.

Every month I had to buy something new in fashion. My parents had big dreams regarding my education and career, and they wanted me to see me successful in life. I never cared about their plans and always become rude when they advise me to concentrate on my education as I was not an intelligent student and always got low grades in studies. Like other siblings, we had fights too, but I always think that my siblings are jealous of me.

On one dark day, which was the turning point of my life, I left the house in anger and decided to go to my friend’s house. First I had a severe fight with my brother over play station.  And I got angrier when I saw that my mother is taking my brother’s side. Then in lunch time, I was scolded by my father over my poor performance in the first term of my last year in middle school. I failed three subjects. My father got so much angry on my result. I dropped the spoon and left the table and walked away from the dining room no one stopped me. I decided to leave my house as I thought nobody loves me. And I shall regret this decision all my life.

My eyes filled with tears and my cheeks were red like the apple. House door slammed behind me as I stepped onto the street. I was walking very fast, hands in my pocket, looking down, weeping and sobbing, the whole day was flashing in my head which made me angrier. When I was about to turn to the next street, I saw a car coming with like the speed of light towards me. I tried to get aside but didn’t get the chance, and the car hit me. I felt like I was broken into pieces, the pain was unbearable, and I lost my conscious. When I opened my eyes, I was in the hospital with many devices monitoring my condition.

It was the 15^th day since my accident I couldn’t move my head, but I moved my eyes and saw my family. They were crying and saying thanks to God. Then I was told later that too much of my blood lost and had many injuries in the backbone. The story didn’t end her. When I wanted to move but was not able to move my legs, and I heard the doctor saying to my father that my legs need to be operated as soon as possible. The expenditures on the operations were beyond our reach. And if we don’t operate, I shall never be able to stand on my feet and walk in my life. It was difficult to see the tears of my mother and siblings. They prayed to God all the time for my recovery.  The lines on my father’s faced increased, and he looked older than his age. I don’t know how my parents managed the expenses of my operation. But the 1-year period that I spent in the hospital was the worst for my family and me.

I cannot express the feelings when I heard the news of me getting discharged from the hospital. I was so happy and excited to start my normal life. On my way to home, my father told me that doctors suggested me therapy for six more months. The stopped in front of a house, my mother helped me in getting out of the car but…it was not my house I used to live. I looked at my parents and asked them, but they ignored my questioned and welcomed me in the house. As I entered, I saw the arrangements my siblings did for my welcome. The decoration, the food all was perfect, but my first question was why we are living in this house why not the old one? And then I realized that my father sold the house because my treatment was expensive and he couldn’t afford that. I burst into tears and hugged my father and started apologizing for my behavior and told them how much I love him.

My family never made me ashamed about this. I realized how important family is and the love of parents is irreplaceable and the sacrifices, struggles, and efforts they made for their children are unmatched. No one can love more than the parents do to their child. My perspective of life changed after that now I am studding hard to fulfill my parent’s dream. And I do every little effort to see the smile on their face. I love my brothers and help them in their work because I know that their prayers played a major role in my recovery. I had a stubborn nature and wanted to get anything I wish for but now I have a calm nature, and I have learned to be patient on unfavorable situations.