At Ten P.m on September 23, 2006, my mother Kelli Elizabeth Dicks was hit by a car on Route 146 southbound trying to cross the high speed lane. She was being picked up by a friend. Instead of taking the exit and coming to the other side of the highway, her ride suggested she run across the street. The impact of the car caused her to be thrown 87 feet away from the original impact zone and land in a grassy patch of land, her shoes stayed where she was hit. She was immediately rushed to Rhode Island Hospital where she was treated for serious injuries. When she arrived at the hospital she was rushed into the operating room for an emergency surgery. The amount of injuries she sustained were unbelievable. She broke 18 different bones, lacerated …show more content…
“Good morning” i said. “Listen, mommys been in an accident at work, she fell off a ladder, she's in the hospital and you might not be able to see for for a while, you going to have to live with daddy for a while” she explained.” I didn’t know what to say, there were so many things rushing through my head. She didn’t want to tell me the truth because she didn’t want to scare me. I couldn’t go see her for a while because she was still in bad condition and she was hooked up to what seemed like one thousand different machines. Since my mom was in the hospital, i had to live with my dad. I remember a week or so before her accident, my pre-school teacher, Ms. Jordan, came to my house for a home visit and went over some paperwork with my mom, at the end of the visit, she took a picture of my mom and I to hang up on the picture wall in my classroom. Everyday at school after my mom’s accident i would sit on the itchy rainbow carpet and look up at the picture of me and my mom, it made me so sad because i couldn't see her, i was used to coming home after school everyday and getting to spend the rest of the day with her but now i couldn’t even talk to
On the morning of the 17th of May 2005, Nola Walker was involved in a two vehicle motor accident. She had just dropped her son off at his new job, when she ignored a give way sign at an intersection. When the ambulance arrived the officers, Nucifora and Blake, recall Walker being “able to converse” and “orientated”. Blake conducted multiple assessments and did her vital signs twice. The results deemed Walker to be within normal ranges, with the only noticeable trauma involving superficial skin injuries on the left hand, an abrasion over the right clavicle which was assumed to be a seatbelt injury. Ms Walker denied she was ever in pain. Nucifora mentioned on several occasions that it would be best to take Walker to the hospital to be further
Death ultimately brings individuals together and the Bundren family is no exception. Each member of this chaotic family dealt with their mother Addie’s death quite differently. Throughout the novel, Cash is the silent, hard-working type who says next to nothing about his family’s crazy nature and how he exactly feels about their current situations. I believe that Cash making his mother’s coffin outside the window was not cruel or disrespectful; it shows his loyalty and commitment to his mother. Of all the Bundren children, Cash dealt with his mother’s death through physical emotion. He worked diligently on constructing the coffin and making sure it would not slant or move during the journey to Jefferson, however, readers know that everything did not go as planned. Darl, the most rational of the group, “goes off the deep end”, so to speak because of his mother’s death. While Darl and Jewel are away getting Tull’s horses, Addie dies and Darl can see what is going on back at home. His omniscent nature makes him a wonderful narrator becau...
When I was younger, I remember feeling as though I lived in a bubble; my life was perfect. I had an extremely caring and compassionate mother, two older siblings to look out for me, a loving grandmother who would bake never ending sweets and more toys than any child could ever realistically play with. But as I grew up my world started to change. My sister developed asthma, my mother became sick with cancer and at the age of five, my disabled brother developed ear tumors and became deaf. As more and more problems were piled upon my single mother’s plate, I, the sweet, quiet, perfectly healthy child, was placed on the back burner. It was not as though my family did not love me; it was just that I was simply, not a priority.
On March 6, 2016, Kaitlyn was volunteering for National Honor Society at a local youth baseball tournament when a gust of wind dropped a 20’x15’ wooden sign on her. This resulted in multiple fractures of her T6 in her back. Kaitlyn, who just two weeks prior had been completing leaps and turns in her dance solo at competition, needed assistance from two adults to sit up in the hospital bed, and had to use a medical bedside toilet since she was in too much pain to walk. After a week in the hospital, she was transferred to a rehab hospital for inpatient OT & PT, as she learned to walk and take care of her daily needs. Kaitlyn was the youngest patient in the rehab hospital (by about 60+ years!)
Summer was coming to an end, the night air grew brisker and the mornings were dew covered. The sun had just started to set behind our home; my father would be home soon. I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mother cooking dinner. She stood there one hand on her hip, her one leg stuck out at her side, knee slightly bent, stirring the pot holding the spoon all the way at the tip of the handle. She looked as pissed off as could be. My mother always felt she could be doing a million other things besides cooking dinner. We sat there talking until I heard a familiar soft rumble in front of our house. The rumble was accompanied by my father fidgeting at the front door. His old noisy Bronco always made his presence known. He plodded down the hallway into the kitchen to greet my mother with a peck on the cheek. After one more quick stir she plopped a hot pad on the table followed by a pan of sliced meatloaf in sauce. The smell of the meat, potatoes, and veggies filled the kitchen instantly and the family gathered around the table. The meal was a typical one in our household, my mother who had a million other things to do that day, including having her own personal time did not feel like cooking a twelve course meal. However, my father who always came home expecting steak did not see the meal as appetizing as the rest of us.
There are a lot of stories about drunk driving victims and families who lost many loved ones. There was one story online that hit me hard and shows what families have to go through when this happens. This story was about a woman named Candace and her daughter Cari, who was only thirteen. One evening in 1980, Cari was walking in their neighborhood and a drunk driver ran over her and killed her. The driver ran away from the scene. When Candace found out, she was devastated and went into depression. It would be hard for any parent to lose a child. But, Candace wanted justice for her daughter and went to the cops and demanded that they find the culprit of her daughter’s death. She never relinquished on her daughter and just wanted tried over and over again. The cops found the drunk driver two days later and they did investigation. The drunk driver was in an accident a week before for drunk driving. The driver was sentenced for two years but his jail time wasn’t spent in jail. The punishment wasn’t a long enough and wasn’t a fair. Candace couldn’t stand that her daughter had died and the criminal was walking around freely. Candace went into depression and didn’t really do anything. This was a problem for parents back in 1980s because laws weren’t really strict and people like drunk drivers took advantage of that (cars of america 2). Imagining the pain that they Candace had to go
The incident in which death occurs can play a crucial part in how the individual overcomes it. In some cases death can leave an individual traumatized and basically mentally paralyzed for a time being after the incident. The way of overcoming death in these individuals would be to accept it. Accepting death is a positive way of coping. Accepting death consist of understanding that death is a part of life, treasuring the moments and growing from the impact that individual had. However, this may become difficult based on how the incident occurs. The story, “My Mother’s Sin” is a prime example of overcoming death. In this story death plays a critical component. However, it is not death who defines a person; it is how the person fights back after death. The mother, Despinio, in this story had a tough time overcoming death. Despinio never accepted fault in her actions. She had smothered her baby
Michelle Borck, a 38 year old female was just involved in a life threatening car accident. She ran a stop sign, not visible due to a tree branch, and was hit at the passenger side of her vehicle by a semi. As the semi was driving at 55 miles per hour, her car was hit, and there was immense damage. Her car instantly caved in- bringing the passenger door inches away from her right side. From an observer, there did not seem to be any sign of life.
God says to honor your mother, but sometimes I question that wisdom. I mean God has some good thoughts and did some really great things, but that doesn’t mean he is all knowing. Mom is great, I love her so much, but once in awhile she just does things that cause me to rip out my hair in disbelief. She has really great qualities from her bravery and intelligence to how loving she is. However, she has some not-so-great qualities, like her anxiety and lack of common sense to how obsessed she can be about things.
I was in a major car accident in 2008 with my mom, hit head on by a drunk driver that was going 60 miles over the speed limit. I had just come back from summer camp and was excited to see my mom after so long, we went out to buy ice cube trays. We drove through the under pass when suddenly a big black SUV came barreling down our side of the road, there was no stopping it. My mom did the first thing she could think of and threw herself in front of me, she saved my life. She received most of the injuries: both legs smashed, half her ribs broken, neck slashed with seatbelt burns causing lifetime whiplash. The man who his us drove off and was never charged with the crime because he was a El Cajon Sheriff. He got a slap on the wrist while my mother laid on a hospital bed for 6 months, unable to walk. This “minor crime” cost my mom her health and constantly reminds me that laws are always equal and should always have consequences. If everyone was able to just get a fine or a small reprimand every time they cost someone their health in an accident society would be chaotic, no one would ever take blame for their actions more lives would be
I interviewed my client Tammi Musumeci about a car accident she was involved in. Ms. Musumeci was driving in the rain and was hit by another car which in turn forced her car to veer off the road and crash into a wall. The driver who hit her was attempting to switch lanes without a signal and hit Ms. Musumeci from the back. After Ms. Musumeci was hit, the driver of the car who caused the accident drove off. The injuries she sustained from the incident included a concussion, torn rotator cuffs, and one broken rib.
I lost my mother at a young age, when I was 10--old enough to have memories to remember her and miss her, but too young to have a clear idea of who she was. Her absence completely disrupted our family. Waking up and having breakfast made, clothes ironed and washed, and all of the little things that we took for granted were gone in an instant. But this isn 't the story of how I lost my mother or about how I was devastated by her death. My mother’s death was the reason why I became exposed to the business world, and this story is really about how I came to share my father’s love and passion for business.
Two years and four months ago I died. A terrible condition struck me, and I was unable to do anything about it. In a matter of less than a year, it crushed down all of my hopes and dreams. This condition was the death of my mother. Even today, when I talk about it, I burst into tears because I feel as though it was yesterday. I desperately tried to forget, and that meant living in denial about what had happened. I never wanted to speak about it whenever anyone would ask me how I felt. To lose my Mom meant losing my life. I felt I died with her. Many times I wished I had given up, but I knew it would break the promise we made years before she passed away. Therefore, I came back from the dead determined and more spirited than before.
Ever wonder what your life would be like if you lost one of your parents? Growing up with a single mother losing my mom was always my biggest fear. Although growing up without a father figure in my life was challenging, overall it made me a stronger, more independent woman.
My father had broken his pelvis in 4 places. He looked helpless and miserable, something I had never seen until that day. Over time, he learned how to use his lower body again. With the help of my family and the support of his friends, my dad started to get better. The doctors said he would never be able to walk again, but within three months of living in his parents’ house in a hospital bed, being taken care of like a child, he gained back his strength and is better than before. Besides the emotional trauma this incident left on my family, it’s physically like the accident never even happened.