Life’s Unpredictable

Chabelita Buenaventura
Professor Stevenson
ENG 111
June 5, 2021
Life’s Unpredictable
Tears rolled down my face as we struggled to resuscitate my dad. The day was April 24, 2010. I was ten years old. "Please be a dream! Please be a dream!" I watched my mother check his pulse on the right hand and shook his body while emotionally calling out his name, "Dad! Dad! Dad!" My dad's mouth was dry and purple, and I could not hold my emotions back as it was a heartbreaking moment. When I look back at the worst day of my life, I still lose control over all my feelings. My dad is dying in my arms, but the pain I felt taught me a valuable lesson about the unpredictability of life.
My father is an Aircraft Engineer; he did not use this degree because he had an eyesight problem caused by his diabetes. He said that he started getting lousy vision when he was in his 20’s. He liked drinking RC soda every day as if it were water to him and eating sweets. When my dad reached his 30's, he started to control what he ate. While growing up, his hobbies included fixing broken appliances, phones, and electronics. He ran a repair shop business out of our house, which resulted in lots of random devices all over our house.
One day in October of 2009, my dad working on a project in his workshop while I was in the living room watching TV. I heard my dad call my name, asking, "Can you grab my toolbox in the storage room." I walked into our big storage room, looking through multiple shelves and broken devices coated in a thick layer of dust. It was unpleasant to see how untidy and unorganized it was. While looking around the room, I sighted a toolbox safely stored at the top of the shelf on the wall. My jumping was not enough to try and stretch the handpick; so, I grabbed a chair to help reach it, but the shelf was not strong enough to support my weight. After realizing that I would fall off the chair, I held onto the frame by grabbing both of its sides. However, I was afraid and started shouting, "Dad, the shelf is breaking. It's heavy, and it's about to fall!" Dad’s steps gave me hope because it was a moment to get saved from nearly falling to the ground with rusty metals and screws.
Nonetheless, it was not a good sight because as soon as he stepped into the room, he stepped on a rusty metal screw that caused searing pain on his foot, and I saw him lift it as if it was a sharp sting. Things change very quickly, and he was mad at me for calling him into the room, but t...