- All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
- All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
- All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
- Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
- College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Remember
Disaster strikes
 She blew the sign
 He might be dead…
 Tears surge from my eyes
 Weakness consumes my whole body
 I yearn to collapse
 I am numb.
 He can’t be gone
 This can’t be true
 Dear God, please help us
 
 Later we find he’s clinging to life,
 but on the line.
 We muster strength
 Hours flow by as we race to the hospital,
 calling grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends,
 breaking the news
 All the while, pleading to God for hope
 
 No more tears can escape
 The well has run dry
 We wait, and wait…for the ambulance to arrive
 with my beloved brother inside
 
 We enter his room
 He’s unconscious and broken,
 once strong, but now fragile
 We speak to him, in hopes he can hear us
 We have to be strong for him
 
 Days creep by, bringing fragments of hope
 Emerging from the rubble
 are those who care
 Our eyes are opened to the love surrounding us
 Their support keeps us going
 Their prayers save his life
 
 A month goes by
 We take him home
 Normality returns, slowly…slowly…
 
 Those days now seem unreal
 I wonder how we made it through
 I wonder how he survived
 I then remember the love poured out by others
 Their thoughts, visits, and prayers raised us up
 
 We wonder why tragedies happen
 Why, God, do you torture us so?
 We may lack understanding,
 but we must acknowledge the blessings
 which surface from the wreckage:
 A loving community
 A closer family
 The ability to help others
 when disaster strikes on them
 
 So many memories remain
 So many memories…
 And we must never forget!
 When the tables turn, we must do our part
 to encourage, to love, and to pray
 One card
 One prayer
 One visit, that’s all
 When disaster strikes on others,
 remember.
 We must not leave them to drown.

Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
