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Personal Narrative: The Injury That Changed My Life
One of the worst injuries that has ever occurred to me was having my fingers burned by extremely hot water. It was a cold, dark day at 7:31pm, and it was just me, my older brother, Gideon, and my younger brother, Theodore. I was 9 years old, Theodore was 2 years old, and Gideon was 12 years old. Every day I would drink some hot tea, because I tended to be extremely sensitive to the cold. And when I say sensitive, I am talking about that if I was drinking regular temperature water, I would be shivering probably throughout the rest of the night. Gideon was doing homework at the basement, while Theodore was sleeping in my parents’ bedroom. I was making myself some hot tea, when I accidentally poured hot water on my hand for 2 seconds. Now 2 seconds seem like nothing, but when something like …show more content…
I’ll be back,” she replied.
She immediately came back with a cream, which I was supposed to apply to the burn extremely carefully every day. Then she wrapped the affected areas of my hand with gauze.
“This should be carefully taken off when you want to put on the cream. I’ve taken care of everything that needs to be taken care of with your dad. You are free to go now,” she said.
I finally left the E.R. with my dad, and when I arrived home, I immediately blacked out in my room. As a result of these events, I realized several things: First, since my right hand (which was my dominant hand) was affected, I could order people to do my homework and classwork at school everyday, which was actually something I enjoyed doing. Consequently, at the same time, I no longer underestimated how my hand was used in everyday tasks, which was about as significant as my brain, in fact. In addition to these consequences, since 2nd degree burns are notorious for being the most painful injuries you could experience, I was now able to endure any other minor injuries, which did not occur as much anymore, since I became extremely

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