Hoping and praying are easier than hard work and determination but do not produce as good results. Hope and prayer are an expectation and belief in something over which one has little or no control. Determination is a very powerful characteristic, one that truly impacts ones life. That proved to be the case with my mother. I will never forget the day I got a call that would change my life. It would be a life learning experience.
It was October 28, 2011. It was a regular evening like any other. I was in the drive-thru at Church’s Chicken “drive thru” waiting for our order, when I heard an iPhone jungle, it was my phone ringing. It was my sister, sounding confused she said, “You need to go to the hospital now! They found something with Mom. I’m on my way and I will see you there.” As soon as I hung up the phone I had a bad feeling, as if someone had punched me in the stomach, all the thoughts of what could be wrong came rushing like a roller coaster at full speed. I just wanted to be with my mother.
I drove home and dropped off my husband and children at the front door step of the house like dominos delivery guy dropping off a pizza. I headed straight to the hospital. I was praying and hoping that everything would be ok. The highway was empty as if it knew and felt my urgency. Upon arriving at the hospital I was met by cold metal sliding doors and humorless security at check in. Once I passed all that, my aunt greeted me, which had been with my mother all day. She walked me through a waiting room that did not have sufficient chairs for the number of sick people in the waiting room. Everywhere I looked I saw people on the floor or standing in any available corner waiting to be seen, crying, moaning and others sleeping. Some were scary, it was obvious they were mentally ill and all I could hear was arguments between the mentally ill. We finally arrived to where my mother was waiting. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. She...