When I was in seventh grade,I worked as a
volunteer at a hospital in my town .I soent about thirty to forty hours a
week helping take care of sick people during the summer.Most of the
time I spent there was with Mr Gillwspie.He never had any visitors,and
nobody seemed to care about him.I spent many days there holding his hand
and talking to him,helping him with everything .He became a close
friend of mine,even though he sometimes responded me with only a squeeze
of my hand.Mr Gillespie was in a coma.I was away for a week to go on
vacation with my parents.When I came back,Mr Gillespie was gone.I was
afraid to ask any of the nurses where he was ,because I was afraid that
they might tell me he he had left the world.So I asked nothing about him
and went on to be a volunteer there through my eight-grade year.Several
years later,when I was in hight school,I was at the bus stop when I saw
a man.When I remembeard who he was ,My eyes were full of tears.He was
alive!