Monica Bielanko
That's What She Said
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Just as I finished completing that last journal entry, the calm of the internet cafe was interrupted by a cacaphony of screams. Thinking someone was having a seizure The Surge and I rushed toward the young man to see if we could help. He was slouched over in his chair, screaming without breath. Jarring, struggling for air gasps. Tears were streaming down his face. The Surge yelled for an ambulance and water, I placed my palms on both sides of the man's face to force him to look at me, so I could see if he was all right.
"Are you okay? Are you okay?" I shouted.
"He just found out his mom died." A girl standing nearby, not helping uttered this.
Confused as to why she wasn't comforting the man I grabbed him and began hugging him as he cried. I rubbed his back as he sobbed. Then slowly faded back to my computer as others gathered round. I sit here sobbing. His Mom died. He just found out. I am jangled nerves and tears. I need to call my Mom.

Reader Comments (3)

That made me cry!! Just hug him!!!
October 3, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterJen
Your reaction was phenomenal, glad you were there to hug him>
October 3, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterHeidi
Oh my God...glad that you were there, because obviously no one else was willing to help...
October 3, 2005 | Unregistered CommenterHeather B.

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