First Draft
I was tied by tubes and tubes, masks cover my mouth was just too hot to wear not feeling lonely but wondered where I am and w why I was tied. I was four years old and had asthma attacks, been hospitalized. I could not breeze well and feel pain at my chest. I could not think well. I did not feel alone with the pictures flowing on my eyelid and the visit of doctors and nurses gives my breath easy and bright lights.
My condition was in a critical condition but I was survived, fortunately.Doctors became not only my hope and admire, I followed him all the time and behave me help care for other sick children. I realized caring people and sick children make me satisfied from the bottom of my heart and can devote myself to it. After leaving the hospital I willingly help my little siblings with joy and participate volunteering at my catholic elementary school. Teaching swimming for children at the ocean was my favorite. Hospitalized experience chart my course to be a doctor to help children, but a specific image of a doctor was given by my two brothers death.
The second brother was killed by accident and the third brother was said “congenital abnormality of gallbladder” but there is no way to cure. Until my brother's death, I thought” I had most valuable experience which is face to death myself” but “little brothers death” was much worth no..it was the worst. “no way to cure “ and brothers death fell me into the abyss. That happened my 4th grade. Since then I was always occupied by helpless indignation. I could not share my feeling with anybody.