It was a sunny afternoon, and I was at the park with my little brother, Jack. We were laughing, running, and playing like we always did. Everything felt perfect. But suddenly, something went wrong. Jack stopped, looked dizzy, and then fell to the ground. At first, I thought he was just tired or had tripped, but when I looked at his face, I got really scared. His skin was pale, and his breathing was uneven.
I shouted, “Jack! Jack, are you okay?” but he didn’t answer. My legs felt weak, and I dropped to my knees beside him. I looked around for help, but no one was nearby. I ran to the bench, grabbed my phone, and quickly called 911. The woman on the phone told me to stay calm and asked if Jack was breathing. I checked—he was, but very lightly. Just then, a man walking his dog ran over and helped us. He checked on Jack and told me the ambulance was on the way. Soon, I heard sirens. When the ambulance arrived, they put Jack on a stretcher, and a few minutes later, he opened his eyes.
That moment felt like a miracle. My fear turned into relief and happiness. It was the longest few minutes of my life, but it taught me something important: life is precious. I could have lost my brother that day, but I didn’t. Since then, I’ve learned to never take my loved ones for granted and to cherish every moment we have together.