When Tragedy Strikes…..

My life is over. I am completely devastated. Well, at least I was when I heard the news. Yes, the dreaded whooping cough has brought it’s cruel, cold, immobilizing grip upon the good citizens of my beloved home town, forcing many of my fellow residents and I into mandatory house arrest. Yes, I have contracted the nasty illness. SIGH!!!!!!! This weekend was SUPPOSED to be my weekend of fun and enjoyment after many hard, long weeks at the Educational Institution. I have been looking forward to this particular weekend for weeks. The agenda would’ve ran as follows:
Friday: Go to Toowoomba with one of my favourite people in the whole world, my mum, to get my long awaited (2 years, in fact) braces. Bitter sweet. Pain, but I get to chill with Mum, and get straight teeth later on. Go to my ROCKING youth group, Edge, (yes, I’m a Christian. Surprised? So am I! LOL) and freak about my braces.
Saturday: Work on my numerous assignments. Go to Jane* & May*’s surprise party at 3pm (it was a surprise as to what we were doing, but I know because Mum told me, but I’ll get to that in a minute) Have fun. Sleep over.
Sunday: Church. Go to my friend Willow*' and her sister Rose*’s party for the mum’s. Children serving mothers. Suppose they do a lot for us all, even after you turn that magic number, 18.
When I was at school, I was told to pack up all my stuff & get out because I had whooping cough. Don’t hear that everyday, do you?? So, Mum picked me up, and then I heard the horrific news. No braces. No party. No Edge. Nothing. Forced house arrest for 5 days. I cried, no sobbed, for about 2 hours. Not exaggerating. 2. Whole. Hours. Tears of disappointment and anger followed out of my eyes like an fountain of hate. I just couldn’t believe it. It was so unfair. I had tried to be very good all month, and thins is how I’m repaid? For 2 hours I wallowed in self pity and despair. I was hysterical. Pathetic. I couldn’t recognise myself. What had I become? A downright selfish brat, that’s what. Something I pride myself on is trying to prove others wrong about many misconceptions about only children, believing us to be self centred and immature. And what was I doing? Thinking of no one but myself. Disgusting. I loathed my individualist attitude. The reason they put you in isolation is to protect babies, who have a 2% mortality rate once they’ve contracted the potentially deadly disease!! We know a lot of people who have small children as well Mental hard whack over the head with a metal baseball bat, Megan………..
There is a plus side. No school, I can work on my assignments, which I’m DESPERATLY behind on, and have some serious down time with Mum & Dad…
All you great Christians out there, you fabulous people, PLEASE pray for my neighbour. Even all you non-Christians,(tsk tsk lol totally kidding =)  ) you equally as fabulous people, can you spare a thought for them. The person is going through a bit of a rough patch, and my grandma’s flat mate and BFF, she’s kind of a second grandma, she has a medical problem, so please pray for her to get better.
CHALLANGE:
Do something nice for someone who’s sick/elderly/disabled/blind/deaf. etc. Read them a book, offer to help with shopping, or even just hang out and talk to them, can, from experience, completely make their day……………..
Another random, emotional-rollercoaster abnormality of life……….

*Names have been changed