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'Rhetorical Analysis Of Things Could Always Be Worse'
With my latest setback, I felt like my life was at an all time low. I didn't realize the old cliché, "Things could always be worse," was about to take on new meaning.
One day after classes, I came home and discovered the shoe shop was closed in the middle of the afternoon. Feeling something was wrong, I rushed to our apartment and found my father in severe respiratory distress. He was wheezing and gasping for air. His skin had turned blue, and he was too weak to talk.
I had never seen my father this ill, so I immediately called Dr. Devine's office, but there was no answer. With little recourse, I called a neighbor who had a car, and we immediately rushed my father to General Hospital.
The doctor on call in the emergency room was a physician
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Grant had said about my father's previous medical management, I wasn't about to listen to too much more of Dr. Jim Dandy's rhetoric. I told him about my discussion with Dr. Grant and asked him why he had allowed my father's condition to regress for such a long period of time.
In an angry voice, Dr. Devine shouted that no one ever dared to question his medical judgment, and it was exactly this type of unintelligent and presumptuous thinking that would keep me from ever becoming a doctor.
Dr. Devine proceeded to hang up on me, and the vibration from his phone seemed to go right through me and shatter my very being. Not only was the one true hero in my life flat on his back and appearing weaker than I would have ever believed possible, but my role model in life, Sir Jim Dandy, showed signs of having even his shining armor tarnished.
After talking to Dr. Devine, I canceled my classes at Wilkes College for the day and went to the hospital to see my father. His respiratory condition was improved, but he was still very weak. His major concern in life wasn't his failing health, but the fact there were a number of unfinished orders in the shoe shop. I planned to spend the day at the hospital, but I could see I would be helping my father more by taking care of all the unfinished business at the

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