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Please read “About this project and the Author” for more information on my project. In this excerpt, Daryl is anxious about going to the hospital to have surgery. Others are anxious too…

“I was admitted in the hospital the day before the surgery. Just before we left the house that morning, Gerard and I sat in the dining room while we waited for Grace who was getting ready. After a few attempts to make me laugh, he saw the anxiety in my eyes and heard it in my voice. He stood, walked to a small chest we kept near the refrigerator, opened the top drawer and brought back a notebook. He opened it and handed it to me while pointing to a specific line. It was large black notebook filled with handwritten passages from the Bible. After I read the few lines he wanted me to read, he placed the notebook back in its drawer. He brought it to me three more times before we left, each time pointing to different passage. I guess bringing as small boy to a hospital wasn’t easy for Gerard and Grace. You see, a few years before I joined them, Grace became pregnant which was a great joy for both because they really wanted a child. But serious complications arose soon after Grace gave birth and unfortunately their baby became very ill and did not survive. Grace had told me the entire story a few months before and said that Gerard was absolutely devastated. I wasn’t the only one anxious about that trip to the hospital that day.

I’m happy to report that I was a brave boy and despite some difficulties waking up from the anesthesia and few complaints about the pain from the procedure, Gerard told me how incredibly proud he was of me. Nothing beats knowing that someone you admire is proud of you.

After a few days in the hospital, I was back home and allowed to rest for a three day week-end before I went back to school. On the day I returned, right after dinner, Gerard told me I should take better care of my bedroom because he saw dust underneath my bed. I was quite puzzled as to why he was telling me this. I had just left the hospital and I was supposed to clean my room? He insisted he had seen dust under my bed and I should go check it out. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me and I got really mad. I walked with to my room with heavy feet, kneeled by my bed and lifted the comforter but instead of dust, I found…”

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