Mrs. Gallup November 20, 2007
This I Believe Essay
Hi. My name is Niki Sacks, I’m 15 years old and I live in Miami, Florida. I
am a person that isn’t all that religious and has very little faith in what some like to
call a “God”, but when I heard about this incredible tale of patience and gratitude, I
was captivated and decided that maybe it was time for a change.
It was a gloomy, rainy day on December 12th, 1995, which happened to be a
Friday. David Goldmann had just turned 7 years old but wasn’t in the mood to be
doing any celebrating. For his birthday, he was sitting next to a hospital bed in
downtown Detroit staring at his almost lifeless father who had suffered from a fall
and was in a coma. Every day for the last year David had been in his dad’s hospital
room doing homework afterschool until his divorced mother came to pick him up
at 9 p.m. Every evening right before his mother came, David visited a dying
homeless man that shared a room with his father. Captain, as he called himself,
always recited the Hebrew alphabet before he fell asleep. That Friday, David
mustered up the courage to ask Captain about it. Captain mumbled a bit, then said
it was because he didn’t know any Jewish prayers, but if he said the letters it would
come together as every prayer all in one. David, feeling a bit smarter, asked him if
he would ever stop. Captain blatantly spat out “No!” and fell asleep, frightening
David a bit but leaving him to wonder. The next day, David found out Captain had
passed, and as the nurses were cleaning out the room, the doctors came in and told
David that his Dad had a 12.6% chance of waking up. David promised himself he
would keep Captain’s legacy by reciting his prayer every night to his father in
hopes of him waking up.
A year later, the doctors came in again and told David it was time to pull the
plug. He asked for his last 10 minutes with his breathing father. The doctors agreed
and left David to himself. At 8 years old, this was a lot for David to be dealing
with. But he knew what had to be done. And he began. Alef, the first letter, Bet,
the second letter, Vet, the third letter, David began to weep heavily, Gimmel, the
fourth letter, and so on. Once he finished the last letter, he closed his eyes and
hoped for a miracle, but nothing came. He kissed his father on the forehead and
said his last goodbye, and the doctors walked in. Just as David turned his back on
his father, he closed his eyes and reminisced on all the memories he had and a tear
rolled down his cheek. Just then, he heard the heart rate machine slowing down.
All of a sudden, a whisper in his ear: Alef, it said. Bet, it continued. Gimmel,
David and the whisper recited simultaneously. The heart rate slowly began rising,
and David started reciting faster. Daled, he shouted out loud. Hay, screamed him,
but it wasn’t the whisper this time. It was his father, who was crying hysterically as
he proudly stared into his son’s eyes. David had kept his faith in the unknown, and
his patience and honest belief repaid him in the end.
This story tested my belief in a higher being, and it passed. I don’t think that
there is a God constantly checking on you and that is always there, but if there is
something that is for sure, I believe that God is there when you need him most.
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