S26W6 | Nostalgia of the Little Me : A Childhood Story That Taught You Something

One childhood incident I will never forget happened when I was still in primary school. Even though many years have passed, I still have memories of that day because of how it made me feel and what it taught me.

I was eight years old at that time. I woke up early, got dressed, and prepared for school. When I got to school, I attended morning devotion before lessons began. After some time, I started feeling strange. My body felt very weak, and I noticed that I was unusually hot. At first, I tried to ignore it because I did not want to draw attention to myself or seem weak in front of my classmates.

As the class went on, my condition became worse. I could no longer understand what the teacher was teaching. My head felt heavy and my eyes became blurry. I remember putting my head down on the desk, hoping that if I rested for a while, the feeling would go away.

My teacher soon noticed that something was wrong. She walked over to my desk and gently touched my forehead. Immediately, she knew I had a high fever. I could see worry on her face as she asked me how I was feeling. At that moment, I realized how sick I truly was because I could barely respond properly. She quickly informed another teacher and I was taken to the sick bay.

At the sick bay, I was placed on a small bed. I felt very weak, scared and uncomfortable. The school nurse gave me paracetamol to help bring down the fever. After taking the medicine, I began to shiver.

What made the situation worse was that my parents number was unreachable. My teacher stayed with me for a while, even though she still had her class to teach and other responsibilities, she did not forget about me. She came to the sick bay several times to check on me. I felt safer and calmer whenever she was around.

Many emotions filled my heart during that time. I felt pain because my body was uncomfortable. I felt fear because I did not know what was happening to me or how serious it was. However, more than anything else, I felt protected. Knowing that my teacher kept checking on me made me feel like I was not alone.

School hours continued, and other students went on with their lessons while I stayed in the sick bay. Even as the school day was almost over, my teacher still came to see me.

She spoke with the nurse about my condition and stayed around until school was over. She never treated me as a problem or ignored me.
When my mother came to pick me up, she became worried when she saw how sick I was and thanked my teacher and the nurse for taking good care of me.

That experience taught me about kindness. I learned that caring for someone does not always mean doing something big. Sometimes, it is simply being present and showing concern. That lesson has stayed with me until today and has taught me to be kind, caring, and understanding towards others. Whenever I see someone who is sick or struggling, I remember how I felt in that sick bay and try to show the same kindness that was shown to me.