• Im afraid
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[QUOTE=autodesknoob;41525020]look, i know thats pretty fucking bad. A lot of my friends grew up without a father. i always thought this was one of the worst things you can experience while being a child, and i didnt even had a great relationship with my father. A friend of mine was having a hard time about this because a lot of assholes tried to have a laugh at him because he didnt have a father, yes, kids can be pretty evil. I stood up for him, not because he was my friend, because i even as a child knew that was wrong and stupid. But life can be worse, yes, so much worse. I really dont even dare to wish anyone what i had to do the night my father died. It wasnt as simple as recieving a call of some uncle telling you "i dont know how to say this, but your father has died", no, it slowly started as stomach pain, i tried to give him the pills for his blood preasure but he couldnt because he had too much saliva coming out of his mouth. He started spiting it like crazy. My mom called my uncle to go to the hospital. My father started to scream in pain and i had to hold him because he couldnt even stand by his own. As it was pretty late, he had his pijamas on, so i had to dress him up for the hospital while the saliva started becoming red and more excessive. He finally sat on a chair, holded my shoulder and in a mix of desesperation and awareness he said "this is it, take care of your mother". My mom came (she was trying to call a doctor who lives near by) and started screaming that he couldnt die and everything you say in this situations. I screamed one big and loud "fuck it" and ran outside. I got to the front garden and as i didnt have the keys for the main entrance i climbed the fucking thing, jumped and hurted my knees. Ran to the doctors house and started screaming for help so fucking loud like i never did. As there was no answer i ran in the middle of the street and jumped in front of a running car. I waved my hands screaming "stop! please!". The guy started going backwards as he may have thought i was going to robb him or something. The moment i thought about that i told him my dad was having a hearth attack (just to say something) he inmediatly got out and said "ok lets bring him here!" i jumped again, got to the house and my father was almost dead at this point. I ran to the entrance, opened it now with my keys and the guy ran inside the house (his girlfriend was inside the car). So we both grabbed my father and took him to his car. Before closing the door i told him "ill be right back ok?" and he nodded his head. My mom ran to the car but i still had to close the doors of my house. So im doing this (took me like 15 seconds) and i start hearing the guys claxon. im running to the car and i see my father with his eyes closed, a lot of fucking saliva in his mouth and my mom screaming her lungs out trying to get a response from him. The way to the hospital was the worst thing in my life. He had no pulse, my moms trying to give him air with her mouth and im screaming to him trying to get a fucking response. We even punched his chest to get some form of reaction, but no. When we got there, i jumped from the car and started screaming that my father was dying. A crew of doctors took him out of the car and got him to a room. My uncle arrives and starts asking what happened and all of that. 45 minutes in and they dont share a word with us. To be honest, i thought that with that much time they already reanimated him and that they were doing some kind of surgery or whatever, but no, the doctor came out and said that they tried to get a response but he was dead too long by the moment they recieved him. My mom collapses in pain and starts screaming. As im in this whole situation, i dont even get to cry about it because my moms fucking bad i have to hold her and console her. I do know there are things worst than this, but honestly, i dont care at this point.[/QUOTE] holy shit thats horrible... just keep strong and endure through the night is darkest just before the dawn
[QUOTE=Evil_Paper;41526422]Ok, after reading that, I believe you now. That's quite an experience you had. Maybe everyone IS right, you can't measure other people's problems against your own. [/QUOTE] I know this is a late post but... You should've known that fact when you started posting from the start. Don't try and act like a smartass and kick a person already in pain. For fuck sake dude! How low can you [U]get?[/U]
[QUOTE=autodesknoob;41525020]look, i know thats pretty fucking bad. A lot of my friends grew up without a father. i always thought this was one of the worst things you can experience while being a child, and i didnt even had a great relationship with my father. A friend of mine was having a hard time about this because a lot of assholes tried to have a laugh at him because he didnt have a father, yes, kids can be pretty evil. I stood up for him, not because he was my friend, because i even as a child knew that was wrong and stupid. But life can be worse, yes, so much worse. I really dont even dare to wish anyone what i had to do the night my father died. It wasnt as simple as recieving a call of some uncle telling you "i dont know how to say this, but your father has died", no, it slowly started as stomach pain, i tried to give him the pills for his blood preasure but he couldnt because he had too much saliva coming out of his mouth. He started spiting it like crazy. My mom called my uncle to go to the hospital. My father started to scream in pain and i had to hold him because he couldnt even stand by his own. As it was pretty late, he had his pijamas on, so i had to dress him up for the hospital while the saliva started becoming red and more excessive. He finally sat on a chair, holded my shoulder and in a mix of desesperation and awareness he said "this is it, take care of your mother". My mom came (she was trying to call a doctor who lives near by) and started screaming that he couldnt die and everything you say in this situations. I screamed one big and loud "fuck it" and ran outside. I got to the front garden and as i didnt have the keys for the main entrance i climbed the fucking thing, jumped and hurted my knees. Ran to the doctors house and started screaming for help so fucking loud like i never did. As there was no answer i ran in the middle of the street and jumped in front of a running car. I waved my hands screaming "stop! please!". The guy started going backwards as he may have thought i was going to robb him or something. The moment i thought about that i told him my dad was having a hearth attack (just to say something) he inmediatly got out and said "ok lets bring him here!" i jumped again, got to the house and my father was almost dead at this point. I ran to the entrance, opened it now with my keys and the guy ran inside the house (his girlfriend was inside the car). So we both grabbed my father and took him to his car. Before closing the door i told him "ill be right back ok?" and he nodded his head. My mom ran to the car but i still had to close the doors of my house. So im doing this (took me like 15 seconds) and i start hearing the guys claxon. im running to the car and i see my father with his eyes closed, a lot of fucking saliva in his mouth and my mom screaming her lungs out trying to get a response from him. The way to the hospital was the worst thing in my life. He had no pulse, my moms trying to give him air with her mouth and im screaming to him trying to get a fucking response. We even punched his chest to get some form of reaction, but no. When we got there, i jumped from the car and started screaming that my father was dying. A crew of doctors took him out of the car and got him to a room. My uncle arrives and starts asking what happened and all of that. 45 minutes in and they dont share a word with us. To be honest, i thought that with that much time they already reanimated him and that they were doing some kind of surgery or whatever, but no, the doctor came out and said that they tried to get a response but he was dead too long by the moment they recieved him. My mom collapses in pain and starts screaming. As im in this whole situation, i dont even get to cry about it because my moms fucking bad i have to hold her and console her. I do know there are things worst than this, but honestly, i dont care at this point.[/QUOTE] My God, dude, that story is absolutely heartbreaking. I'd be an absolute wreck for a very long time afterwards if something like that happened to me. You're a brave guy, please be there for your mother. Best of luck to you both
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