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It was a morning in February, when I was in the final stages of my academic studies. My mother, who got up very early every day to see me off, simply didn't do so that day. Although it wasn't normal, what went through my mind was:
"Mom is very tired today."
So I left home that day for college, with one of my dreams about to come true: to be a nurse.
When I arrived at the university, my friend Adriana welcomed me. She was studying a different degree, but we saw each other from time to time between classes. That day I also had classes in the afternoon. Only two days a week did I have some classes in the afternoon, and that was one of those days. But something unexpected happened shortly before my morning classes ended. I received a call from my younger sister Lorena, who said:
"Fabiola, you have to go to the hospital quickly. Mom just left in an ambulance. She was at home and fainted. I don't know what to do. I was at school, and the neighbor told me when I got there."
I didn't really understand what she was saying. When you get news like that over the phone, it's hard to understand and react. During the call, I asked Lorena more than three times where they had taken my mom, and she calmly repeated:
"To the Central Hospital."
It never crossed my mind that I would miss the afternoon class, which was very important because we were at the end of the semester and had to do a project on nursing management and leadership. There were 20 students in that class, and we were all going to do a project together at a small outpatient health center. But my priority was my mother, so I asked my friend Adriana to talk to the teacher in the afternoon and tell her that my mother was in the hospital and I wouldn't be able to attend.
My friend Adriana did what I asked, while I was already in the waiting room. They informed me that they were stabilizing my mother, who had a hemorrhage that wouldn't stop.
The wait was long, three hours passed, and all that time I thought about how I should have paid attention to what was happening with my mom, no wonder she didn't get up as usual. When my mother was out of danger, I remembered my day and called my friend Adriana to see how it had gone with the teacher, and she said:
"I went to your classroom, and your classmates heard me explain your absence to the teacher. One of your classmates,
Rebecca, said, 'It's very strange that she was in class this morning and couldn't come in the afternoon. That means she didn't think the class was important.'"
Upon hearing this, the teacher decided to believe her comment and told me she wants to see you first thing tomorrow morning because she has something to tell you.
What a vile betrayal by Rebecca! She just wanted to look good in front of the teacher and didn't care about the harm she could cause others. When I heard all those words from my friend, I cried. I cried because I was afraid of losing my mother. I cried because the teacher was being so unfair. I cried because I felt betrayed by my classmates.
That night I went home very late after leaving my mother in a stable condition. Lorena was waiting for me to talk about my mother. She hadn't been able to go to the hospital; she was too young to be allowed to go, let alone visit her. Exhausted by the difficult day, I went to bed. Early in the morning I had to go to college, and it wasn't going to be easy to convince the teacher.
I woke up feeling pensive. Mom's absence was evident, and I had to help Lorena with breakfast. Dad was on call and, worried, was going straight from work to the hospital. I got ready and went to talk to the teacher before going to the hospital.
I'll tell you, it didn't go well. She said that it was easy for us to find medical excuses and that's why she didn't believe the story I was telling her. My classmate Rebecca had confirmed that what was happening to my mother wasn't true. She told me that the whole class was included in the project at work, but I wasn't going to be included. I had to do a project on my own. With a heavy heart, I accepted that I had no other choice.
The teacher wasn't bad, it was just that Rebecca said things to make her not believe me. The days passed and the time came for my mother to finally leave the hospital. As we were leaving, I felt someone's gaze on me. When I turned to see who it was, it was Rebecca and another classmate staring at me as I walked carefully holding my mother's hand. She didn't say anything, she just looked down and followed me until we got into the car.
A few days later, it was time to present the projects, the whole class's and mine. The teacher congratulated me because it turned out great even though I did it alone. She was very surprised. Rebecca finally took the microphone and said to me:
"I'm really sorry, Fabiola. I didn't think things through properly and thought you just wanted to leave the work to us, which is why you were making excuses. I saw you leaving the hospital with your mom, and instead of helping you with your problem, I made it harder for you. Please forgive me."
Sometimes we don't know what other people are going through. Rebecca chose to believe what she imagined, but we should be a source of relief for people instead of a thorn in their side. The good thing is that, in the end, life made them see the injustice they had committed, and I came out of those difficulties with my head held high, even though it was a very hard time for me.
Publication originally written in Spanish and translated using Deepl translator.
ESPAÑOL
Mi mejor proyecto
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Era una mañana del mes de febrero, cuando estaba en el proceso final de mis estudios académicos. Mi madre que se levantaba muy temprano todos los días a despedirme, simplemente ese día no lo hizo. Aunque no era algo normal, por mi mente pasaba era:
"Hoy mamá está muy cansada"
Así que salí de casa ese día rumbo a la universidad, con uno de mis sueños a punto de cumplirse: ser enfermera.
Cuando llegué a la universidad, me recibió mi amiga Adriana, ella estudiaba otra carrera pero nos veíamos de vez en cuando entre cada clase. Ese día tenía clase en la tarde también, solo dos días en la semana tenía algunas materias en la tarde y ese era uno de esos días. Pero algo diferente pasó poco antes de terminar mis clases de la mañana, recibí una llamada de mi hermana menor Lorena que dijo:
"Fabiola tienes que ir rápido al hospital, mamá se acaba de ir en una ambulancia, estaba en casa y se desmayó, no se que hacer, yo estaba en el colegio y la vecina me avisó cuando llegué".
Yo no entendía mucho lo que me estaba diciendo, cuando nos dan noticias así por teléfono cuesta mucho entender y reaccionar. En la llamada le pregunté más de 3 veces a Lorena a donde llevaron a mi mamá y ella con calma me volvía a repetir:
"Al Hospital Central".
Por mi mente nunca pasó que me perdería la clase de la tarde, que era muy importante porque estábamos al final y había que hacer un proyecto, de gestión y liderazgo en enfermería. Éramos 20 estudiantes en esa clase y todos juntos íbamos a realizar un proyecto en un centro de salud ambulatorio pequeño. Pero mi prioridad era mi madre así que le pedí a mi amiga Adriana que hablara en la tarde con la profesora y que le dijera que mi madre estaba en el hospital y no iba a poder ir.
Mi amiga Adriana hizo lo que le pedí, mientras yo ya estaba en la sala de espera, me informaron que estaban estabilizando a mi mamá que tenía una hemorragia que no se detenía.
La espera fue larga, pasaron 3 horas, todo ese tiempo pensé en que debí prestar atención a lo que ocurría con mi mamá, con razón no se levantó como de costumbre. Cuando mi madre ya estaba fuera de peligro, recordé mi día y llamé a mi amiga Adriana para ver cómo le había ido con la profesora y me dijo:
"Fuí a tu salón de clases y tus compañeros escucharon cuando le expliqué tu ausencia a la profesora una de tus compañeras.
Rebecca dijo" "es muy raro que está mañana si estaba en clases y en la tarde ya no pudo, eso fue que no vió importante la clase".
Al escuchar esto la profesora decidió creer en su comentario y me dijo que quiere verte mañana a primera hora que tiene algo que decirte."
Que traición tan vil la de Rebecca, ella solo quería quedar bien con la profesora y no le importaba el daño que podía hacerle a los demás. Cuando escuché todas esas palabras de mi amiga lloré, lloré por miedo a perder a mi madre, lloré por lo injusta que estaba siendo la profesora, lloré por lo traicionada que me sentía por mis compañeros de clase.
Esa noche me fuí muy tarde a casa luego de dejar a mamá estable, Lorena me esperaba para conversar de mamá, ella no logro ir al hospital, era muy chica para que la dejarán ir y mucho menos pasar a verla, agotada por el día complicado me acosté, temprano en la mañana debía ir a la universidad y no iba a ser fácil convencer a la profesora.
Desperté pensativa, la ausencia de mamá era evidente, y debía ayudar a Lorena con el desayuno, papá estaba de guardia y el preocupado iba a pasar directo del trabajo al hospital, me arregle y me fuí a hablar con la profesora antes de ir al hospital.
Les cuento que no me fué bien, ella decía que para nosotros era fácil encontrar justificativos médicos y por eso no creía que fuera real la historia que contaba y mi compañera Rebecca le había confirmado que no era cierto lo que estaba pasando a mí madre. Me indicó que en el trabajo que estaban incluidos todo el grupo del salón de clases, yo no iba a estar incluida, que debía hacer un proyecto yo sola, con mucho dolor acepté no tenía más opción.
La profesora no era mala, solo que Rebecca dijo cosas para que ella no me creyera. Así pasaron los días y llegó el momento de que mi madre saliera al fin del hospital y cuando íbamos saliendo siento la mirada de alguien que me está observando,, cuando volteo a ver quién es, era Rebecca junto a otra compañera que me miraban fijamente, mientras yo caminaba tomando cuidadosamente la mano de mamá. Ella no dijo nada solo agachó la mirada y me siguió hasta que nos montamos en el automóvil.
Días después llegó la hora de presentar los proyectos, el de toda la clase y el mío. La profesora me felicitó porque quedó excelente a pesar de que lo hice sola, estaba muy sorprendida. Rebecca al final tomó el micrófono y me dijo :
"De verdad lo siento mucho Fabiola, no pensé bien las cosas y pensé que solo querías dejarnos el trabajo solo a nosotros y por eso estabas poniendo excusas, vi como salías con tu mamá del hospital, en ves de ayudarte con tu problema, te lo puse más difícil, perdoname".
A veces no sabemos lo que están pasando las demás personas, Rebecca prefirió creer en lo que se imaginaba, pero debemos ser un alivio para las personas en vez de una piedra en el zapato. Lo bueno es que al final la vida se encargó de que vieran la injusticia que habían cometido y yo salí con la cabeza en alto de esas dificultades que se iban sumando en ese momento tan duro para mí.
Publicación escrita originalmente en español y traducida en traductor Deepl
It's a very common problem that people have and it's prejudging without knowing how things really are and sometimes this can cause a lot of damage. Luckily, you passed.
Thanks for sharing your experience with us.
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Unfortunately, it is a reality in our society that the emotional damage caused by being judged leaves marks and scars. However, when you receive support from loved ones, it is easier to bear. Sadly, many cases end in suicide due to a lack of support, and the emotional burden is stronger than willpower. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
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