Rebirth Into My Second Chance

It was like when we were kids. Richard would head out for snacks, telling me to wait for him at the orphanage. He promised he'd return safe and sound! I nodded. "I'll wait for you."

He was the only family I had left. I prayed for his safety. I couldn't bear to look at the scene unfolding before Richard. I was afraid of the fear it would bring.

A patient gripped my hand tightly, her voice weak as she asked, "Doctor, am I going to die?"

Looking into her cloudy eyes, before I could respond, she smiled, "I've lived into my nineties. I've had a good run. It's okay, dear. Go save others." Seeing the IV needle in her chest, she comforted me with a smile.

My heart ached, but I held back tears, reassuring her, "Ma'am, I'll save you. We're almost at base camp. They have the surgical tools we need there."

I wasn't sure about the completeness of the surgical setup, but I still encouraged her to keep fighting. She smiled in response.

Faces of people who decided to survive flashed through my mind. I couldn't give up, either.

There was so much of the world I hadn't seen yet and so many things I hadn't done. To live was to hope.

The kayak's battery was nearly dead. Ahead, the tents of the makeshift base camp were visible. Close yet far, the only option was for the rescue team to get down and push the kayak forward. "One, two, three, push!"

"One, two, three, push!"

other

many lying or sitting

to help us ashore. I quickly surveyed the camp and led

moment, the phrase "united we stand" took on a tangible form

back the tent flap, I was stunned to find over a dozen surgeries

surgeons, a

moment's rest or a backward glance. It was Max.

significant. Others needed

followed the rescue team as they carried the old lady to

from another hospital and unfamiliar with me, shouting, "Is there a doctor available? This elderly lady has a punctured

doctor. Prepare

sterile gear. The nurse hesitated, perhaps doubting

said firmly, "I'll

to blood loss. We couldn't delay the surgery