The Mission Experience
It started off as a hot and muggy Charleston day. Katelyn and I are on our second mission trip with my church. We were thrilled about the week but not about the fact we had to get up at 5:30 am! We put on our work clothes which are matching yellow tank and pink shorts. Eager about the day ahead of us we loaded up the bus (Active Voice-Allieelrod 8/31/07 11:21 AM) and headed for our job site.
Sweat pouring down our faces already; we get (this is an example of one of my being verbs that I had to change.) to the site and meet our site leader, Josh. Strictly, he gives us order on the task that is to be full-filled this week. "Who would like to work on the roof?" Josh said. Excited, Katelyn and I raise our hands, along with others. Walking, carefully(Participle -Allieelrod 8/31/07 11:25 AM) up the ladder we are ready to shingle the roof.
Hot, the dark, black shingles are not easy to cut. Unfortunately, both Katelyn and I get the awful job of cutting them! Katelyn had the hook blade in hand and all was going well. About fifteen minutes into the job I turn away from Kate for not even a second and turn back around to see blood gushing (Absolute-Allieelrod 8/31/07 11:26 AM) from her arm. Terrified I yell loudly for bandages, but that wasn't going to help, stitches are needed.
The Charleston heat is increasing as we bandaged her up for the forty-five minute ride to the hospital. They aren't going to let me go, but she wants me to. All the way there I carefully help her hold her arm up so that her deep wound won't bleed as bad. Slowly making our way into the hospital there wasn't that much of a line. Fifteen to twenty minutes later we go in with the doctor and nurse. The doc took a scarce look at Kate's arm and knew she needed stitches. The nurse diligently works on getting her arm ready for the shots, and the doctor asks questions. Anxious, I wait for the stitches to begin. I have never been in an emergency room, much less an operation room.
The hospital room smell like blood and bandages as the doctor put the three shots on each side of the wound to numb up her arm. Staying strong Katelyn squeezed my hand. Next, came the stitches. I couldn't wait to watch and Kate couldn't wait for them to be over. One by one the nurse and doctor work together to put all seven stitches in my best friend's arm. Within forty-five minutes she is done and free to get the stitches out in two weeks.
Salty, the dry Charleston air (Adjective out of order-Allieelrod 8/31/07 11:27 AM) hit us as we walk out of the chilled hospital, to arrive back at our work site. The story was the best thing to tell to our fellow workers. Sweating, they awed at our exciting adventure. When we go next year, we hope not to have another traumatizing event. And we will always remember July 16th, 2007 as a terrifying but exciting day.
It started off as a hot and muggy Charleston day. Katelyn and I are on our second mission trip with my church. We were thrilled about the week but not about the fact we had to get up at 5:30 am! We put on our work clothes which are matching yellow tank and pink shorts. Eager about the day ahead of us we loaded up the bus (Active Voice-Allieelrod 8/31/07 11:21 AM) and headed for our job site.
Sweat pouring down our faces already; we get (this is an example of one of my being verbs that I had to change.) to the site and meet our site leader, Josh. Strictly, he gives us order on the task that is to be full-filled this week. "Who would like to work on the roof?" Josh said. Excited, Katelyn and I raise our hands, along with others. Walking, carefully(Participle -Allieelrod 8/31/07 11:25 AM) up the ladder we are ready to shingle the roof.
Hot, the dark, black shingles are not easy to cut. Unfortunately, both Katelyn and I get the awful job of cutting them! Katelyn had the hook blade in hand and all was going well. About fifteen minutes into the job I turn away from Kate for not even a second and turn back around to see blood gushing (Absolute-Allieelrod 8/31/07 11:26 AM) from her arm. Terrified I yell loudly for bandages, but that wasn't going to help, stitches are needed.
The Charleston heat is increasing as we bandaged her up for the forty-five minute ride to the hospital. They aren't going to let me go, but she wants me to. All the way there I carefully help her hold her arm up so that her deep wound won't bleed as bad. Slowly making our way into the hospital there wasn't that much of a line. Fifteen to twenty minutes later we go in with the doctor and nurse. The doc took a scarce look at Kate's arm and knew she needed stitches. The nurse diligently works on getting her arm ready for the shots, and the doctor asks questions. Anxious, I wait for the stitches to begin. I have never been in an emergency room, much less an operation room.
The hospital room smell like blood and bandages as the doctor put the three shots on each side of the wound to numb up her arm. Staying strong Katelyn squeezed my hand. Next, came the stitches. I couldn't wait to watch and Kate couldn't wait for them to be over. One by one the nurse and doctor work together to put all seven stitches in my best friend's arm. Within forty-five minutes she is done and free to get the stitches out in two weeks.
Salty, the dry Charleston air (Adjective out of order-Allieelrod 8/31/07 11:27 AM) hit us as we walk out of the chilled hospital, to arrive back at our work site. The story was the best thing to tell to our fellow workers. Sweating, they awed at our exciting adventure. When we go next year, we hope not to have another traumatizing event. And we will always remember July 16th, 2007 as a terrifying but exciting day.
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good job painting a mental picture and using good details to do so.
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