A heart of mine
Belongs to you
Just don't break it
It isn't worthy for abuse
A heart of mine held in your hands
Don't let it slip away like a fist full of sand
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
All gone
No more my heart
is once again torn
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The Boy With The Heart
It was a a very hot and humid day where I was from. The sun beat down on me while I was trying to play the game I love more than life itself. Baseball. However, that one specific day I didn't feel like playing ball. I was terribly sick, but I was so stubborn that I knew better than to miss one practice. I remember running as fast as I possibly could around the bases after I hit the ball to the fence. I was a heavy and out of shape 10 year old. I ran all the way from home to third base gasping for air. My hands were above my head so the oxygen can flow through my body, but i realized I didn't even break a sweat. All of a sudden I couldn't breathe, my heart was racing, and then I collapsed.
All I remember is waking up in the hospital scared as hell. I didn't know what was going on. The doctor came in to check up on me, with my mom and dad right behind him. I was relieved when I saw my parents. I kept on asking my parents what happened, what's going on, why am I here. But my mom's response was that everything is okay now. Hours later I was released from the hospital. I never asked my parents what had happened that hot and humid day until about four years later when I reached high school. The only reason I asked my parents was because it was bought up in a discussion me and some of my friends were having. My dad looked at my mom and my mom's answer was so blunt and and straight. Almost as if nothing happened. She answered " You died. You were gone for four and half minutes. But the doctors saved you. Along with your guardian angel." I was shocked, I didn't know what to do until I saw a tear run down my mom's face. Then I realized why it took me four long years to ask what had happened to me on that hot and humid day. I then hugged my mom and said "I'm right here." My mom was sad, scared, and quiet. My dad was the same way, but he really didn't show it. I could tell by the tone in his voice. The day after I found out I was dead for four and a half minutes, I realized anything could happen at anytime. From there on I have lived my life to the fullest potent on and off the baseball field, while giving love to all my loved ones. I then realized who I was, and that was the boy with the heart. The heart to live life, play baseball, and love my loved ones. And I still am that boy today.
All I remember is waking up in the hospital scared as hell. I didn't know what was going on. The doctor came in to check up on me, with my mom and dad right behind him. I was relieved when I saw my parents. I kept on asking my parents what happened, what's going on, why am I here. But my mom's response was that everything is okay now. Hours later I was released from the hospital. I never asked my parents what had happened that hot and humid day until about four years later when I reached high school. The only reason I asked my parents was because it was bought up in a discussion me and some of my friends were having. My dad looked at my mom and my mom's answer was so blunt and and straight. Almost as if nothing happened. She answered " You died. You were gone for four and half minutes. But the doctors saved you. Along with your guardian angel." I was shocked, I didn't know what to do until I saw a tear run down my mom's face. Then I realized why it took me four long years to ask what had happened to me on that hot and humid day. I then hugged my mom and said "I'm right here." My mom was sad, scared, and quiet. My dad was the same way, but he really didn't show it. I could tell by the tone in his voice. The day after I found out I was dead for four and a half minutes, I realized anything could happen at anytime. From there on I have lived my life to the fullest potent on and off the baseball field, while giving love to all my loved ones. I then realized who I was, and that was the boy with the heart. The heart to live life, play baseball, and love my loved ones. And I still am that boy today.
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