A hero? Well, the ideal hero is someone who can save the say. Such heroes many of us think of include Superman, Batman, and The Hulk. Well, every day people can be heroes too. You see, one day something horrible happened to me. To be exact June 29, 2004 changed my life and one doctor was able to save the day. This is why a doctor is my hero.
June 29, 2004 started out like any other day that summer week. My parents had sent me to summer camp which I had grown to hate. I woke up that morning got dressed and told my mom, "today is going to be a bad day." You see, my negativity had been well, strong lately. My mom reassured me that the day would be fine and we headed off to Camp Thunderbird. Mom dropped me off and from that point on the day began to fall apart.
At opening ceremony one of our group counselors had became ill and passed out, She then had to be sent home and we were well... scattered the rest of the day. With one regular counselor left and a fill in counselor with twenty 8 year old girls... it was a mess. My group went music next after opening ceremony. I felt lost and anxious. Something bad was going to happen and I knew it wasn't my finger nail falling off. I had gotten a splinter stuck under my nail and the nail had fallen off. Just like the rest of the day I was falling apart.
When we were at music the piled all of us girls onto this crappy looking platform. They called it a stage but it was literally plywood that was bowing in the middle. It wasn't safe and it surely shouldn't have twenty people on it. That's when it happened. That's when my life changed. That's when I was bumped off the stage and tumbled five feet to a new life.
I don't really remember the fall. Fact is I remember waking up on the ground to screaming and crying and people telling me not to move. Why couldn't I move I thought. I didn't get it and that was when I looked over at my right arm. It wasn't attached to my body. There was blood everywhere. The leaves that covered the ground was covered in my blood I was losing fast. I looked at the young male counselor who was applying pressure to my arm waiting for 911 to arrive and simply said, "I am going to die."
My mom arrived at the camp before 911 did. They loaded me into an ambulance and rushed me to the hospital. At that point med flight was suppose to meet us and fly me to MCV but I got lucky. Their was an orthopedic specialist convention at the hospital I was transported too. The help I needed was their. Before I was rushed into surgery the doctor met with my parents and informed them there was a 50 percent chance of losing my arm, 30 percent bleeding to death and 20 percent I would be okay. Mom was required to sign amputation papers.
Doctor Dhillon went to work. He slowly pieced me back together. He sewed every muscle, nerve, tendon, and artery back together. He carefully put me back together. He was able to save my arm. I required many surgeries that week but he took the time to not only save my arm, but my life. He became my hero; an everyday hero.
So, I guess you can say a doctor is my hero because he saved my life. Doctor Dhillon was put in the right situation because he was meant to handle this situation. It doesn't require a cape to be a hero. It doesn't require a super power. Being a hero requires a good deed and kindness and that is what Doctor Dhillon has.
