Essay On My One Wish
I wasn't miserable, but I certainly wasn't happy either. After all, happy people take risks, and I want my sons to know what happy looks like before all the good risks pass them by.Today, as a forty-something wife and mother, I'm still afraid of uncertainty. I can make that super-complicated dessert for Thanksgiving dinner. I cannot accept the fact that children die from preventable diseases, simply because they are born in countries with less wealth and stability.In America, we are curing cancer with a mutated poliovirus strain, but we haven’t eradicated polio in Afghanistan and Pakistan.I spent the whole four years scared to take a risk.
Rubber gloves, masks, and bleach, shrink-wrapped together inside a sturdy bucket, instructions in pictures to bridge the languages of Mende, French, Krio, Fula, and Susu.
I was sixteen and had just returned from an infectious diseases course at Emory University, where my final presentation was on Ebola.
Within weeks, the first infected American arrived at Emory for treatment.
Culture and medicine were colliding head-on, and there was no easy solution.
While Ebola made these rituals lethal, at least body bags allowed people to be safely buried and not treated like garbage.
And if another time I had failed, I would have noticed that it really wasn't the end of the world. Thank goodness they're not the daredevil kind, but they also don't tend to put themselves "out there" in sports or social situations — just like me.