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PLEASE edit my essay? It needs to be at least decent.? It was Wednesday morning. I looked at my phone screen. It was 10:45 AM. I got out of my bed and walked to the kitchen. I asked my mother what she had made for breakfast; she told me rotis and scrambled eggs. I head towards the bathroom to brush my teeth. After completing that long boring task, I walked to the kitchen to grab my breakfast.I asked my mother where my father was. She replied to me saying that he was outside on the ladder clearing leaves off our roof. Outside, I heard a loud thud. Everyone, my mother, sisters, and I, ran outside. There was my father, laying on the cement, in absolute pain. My sisters ran inside to get ice and bandages thinking it wasn't anything too bad. My mother and I grabbed my father's arms and tried to pull him up. He yelled in pain. I knew this wasn't good at all. I asked my mother where her phone was. My father, knowing what I was about to do, gestured for us to help him up again. Knowing that his stubbornness was going to cause more harm than good, I decided to call 911. The ambulance arrived. My father was taken onto the ambulance. The closest hospital was Northside. My father was taken there. We were there for 28 hours before my father asked about the bill. He heard the amount and asked to be transferred to Grady Memorial Hospital. He was taken to Grady Memorial. There he told us that he had broken his heel and his leg bone. He was taken so the doctors could put a cast on his injury. He was told to rest at least for one month. One we got home, he picked up the phone to call his boss and tell him that he was coming back to work the next day. My mother called back and explained about the injury and said that my father would not be able to come. My father sat there talking to me that there was no possible way to pay all the bills by having him miss work for one whole month. My mother said there was no way he was going back to work whether we had to starve or work ourselves. After a week of rest my father called his boss again to ask if he could come back to work. His boss, a true gentleman, said yes, but my father would have to be relaxed and run the cashier in a chair and not do any heavy work. His boss offered to drop him off to our house till the cast came off my father's leg. We were all truly grateful. Slowly we paid off the bill that we had received from Northside. My father's boss decided to help us pay off the bills. My father didn't lose his job, and he still worked through pain. His boss admitted that my father's previous hard work for thirteen long years made him feel like it was his duty to honor him. My father felt like he would never pay off to his boss's deeds. Like Micheal Jordan said, "Obstacles don’t have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it."