It’s 1:16am, Christmas Eve and I’m here at Queens Hospital in the ICU (Intensive Care Unit). Not your typical Christmas Eve day. Most people would be at home sleeping, maybe opening a present but I’m here looking out for my dad, praying he’ll be alright. It’s never an easy sight seeing your father in this state: on a hospital bed, connected to tubes/machines, helpless and fighting for his life. I hope it’s just your stubbornness keeping you from cooperating and not anything neuro. But if it is, stop being so stubborn and please cooperate with the nurse trying to make sure there’s no neuro damage that will prevent you from responding. I pray that you will be able to answer your name or move your fingers/foot on command but the last couple tests, you were not. I really do hope that it’s just your stubbornness. You’re strong Dad, the strongest guy I know. You put up with me and Jodie all the time, I know you can make it out of this. You still have a lot to teach me, a lot more scoldings. You still have to see me grad, see me get married, have kids and grow old. Many many more years ahead. So please be alright. Please make it out of this. And please don’t ride a moped no more. If you do, wear a helmet. Please God, pray for my Dad, my family, everyone. Let him be alright.