An Angel

In our life, we may have or will encounter a lot of different kinds of people. There will be people that leave great impressions on us that we can never forget, and there will also be people that only pass through our lives that we will completely forget about them afterwards. People often think we cannot clearly remember things from our childhood, especially when you were only about two years old. However, for me, when I was two years old, I met a person that taught me a great lesson in life that sadly, I was only able to realize many years later. She was the one who taught me to be optimistic, no matter how bad my circumstance is.

The story began when I was only two years old. I was very sick back then, to the point when my dear mother had to give up her job to stay at home to take care of me. One day, I suddenly got an extremely high fever. My mom was so worried, and with the instinct of a mother, she sensed that it was not a normal fever. She hurriedly took me to the hospital. There, the doctor told my mom I just had a normal fever and told her to go home. However, my mother did not give up. She kept begging the doctor to put me in the emergency room. Of course, the doctor did not agree and was very annoyed by my mom’s stubbornness. Fortunately, in the middle of their conversation, I threw up. Yes, I threw up right onto the floor. The doctor was horrified when she looked at me, not because I just made the floor dirty, but because she knew right away there was something abnormal about it. She then immediately sent me to the emergency room. It turned out that I was having something called “Meningitis”. It must have been bad because I was told later that my mom fainted right away when she heard the news. I, of course, got to stay in the hospital for a while. And this is when I met her.

You may think that how could a child possibly remember someone in her childhood that she only met for a short amount of time. I could not believe I remembered her either. Of course, there was only so much I could recall about her. Many years later, I tried to remember her name but could not, so I called her Angel because she was truly an angel to me. At that time, I did not know why I had to be in the hospital, but I remembered I hated it. I hated it because something about me being in this all-white place made my mom cry. I hated all the shots I got every single day in the hospital. I cried every time the nurses put those sharp and cold needles into my skin. However, everything changed when I met this girl. She was much older than me, probably in her teenage. I think one of the things that made me remember her was that she was on a wheelchair and had no hair at all. Being a two-year-old, I probably had never seen someone on a wheelchair before, nor had I ever seen anyone without hair. However, I think the most special thing about her that left such a great impression on me was not her appearance. It was her smile, a shining smile that reassured