Hw # 27

I chose to visit my friend who had gotten a fever. Since I met her at ten years old she was always getting sick with a cold due to her having immune deficiency. So I went over with homemade chicken soup to give her company. She seemed exhausted, very pale, and down. And the main reason she literally (and not literally) was blue because she missed a party we had thrown on New Years Eve. None of her friends had come over to visit but I, and I believe society makes it this way. Society separates us into groups in this case, the sick v.s. the healthy. Being and staying healthy is the goal for everyone especially see this with the New Year’s resolutions like losing weight or eating healthier.

I recall my mom always telling me when I was a child that I should be thankful to God for being born a healthy baby unlike some other unlucky kids. And when the baby isn’t born healthy but instead with an illness, it can be painful for the child because like my friend they miss a lot of important or just fun events in life. So their view on life is different than a healthy person’s because they just wish they were normal healthy person and instead worry how long will I live? then about what to wear to a party. It’s definitely eye opening for one to see how bad other people have it then one does, making our issues little seem infantile against for example a man with cancer.

Watching a family member being sick is hard, you do anything to help him get better in the case of my friend’s family and in the book I read My Brother. I asked her whether she thought about death and she said “ No, but it happens to everyone,” shrugging her shoulders. She appeared nonchalant about this topic who for many is tiring, but then she starting sobbing and then finally outright crying and I automatically believed that she was after all was afraid of death. But instead she said, “ I don’t want to see my parents… go.” Not crying about her death but of the death or her parents. And talking to other friends they likewise say it is not their own death they are worried about but of their loved one’s. In the book My Brother when her brother died she felt sad because his life had been miserable but most of all for him being of her “blood.” And in the end with my delicious soup and conversation she looked cheered up and could’t look forward to going back to school... something again the average kid would not be too happy about.