Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion. …show more content…
As I finished eating, I heard the horn of my uncle’s car outside of my house, they seemed happy and ready to go. We all left at the same time, heading to my grandparent’s ranch. Once we get there, my cousins and I rushed to my grandfather’s fruit trees. He had apple trees, orange trees, lime trees, among others delicious fruits. As the time passed, lunch time came and everybody was called to eat. One of my uncles knows how to cook, and since he was in charge of the meat, he knew what to do to make it better. I remember the taste of that meat, it was delicious and everyone love
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.
It was one of those lovely spring days in May. With all those spring mornings that would be coming his way Michael would bear witness to many of them. But there was a reason why he specifically chose this day, for he hid away a memory in his subconscious. Saturday.....yes, it was a Saturday. His mother would not have asked him for his help unless it had been a Saturday. Michael had been coming up the stairs when she summoned him.
Many pivotal moments appear in a human beings life to change the way that individual thinks. All human experiences shape the way a person becomes. The death of my 20 year old second cousin changed my perspective on life. It was not because he was close to me or had a huge impact on my life, but because such a young life ended so suddenly. I got to experience how that impacted and even changed certain people. I came to the realization that all those stories on the news actually happen to real life people. These stories seem so unimaginable, but from that point on, I realized that anything can happen to anyone in the simple blink of an eye. I learned that although every human envisions certain things to occur in their lifetime, many aspects cannot
The phone rang from the other side of the room; I ran to the sound of it, thinking it was my mom calling to see how my first day of summer vacation was going. I was about to be a sophomore in high school. I picked up the home phone and said, “hello?” Instantly when I heard the voice on the other end, my stomach dropped. Sweat began to build on my pale forehead. While on the phone I ran into my old sister’s room to wake her from her nap. She was a typical senior in high school that slept all day. The women on the other line told me “I need to speak to your mother, Michael has been in an accident at work…” I Interrupted asking if he was ok in a weak, shaky voice. She kept telling me, “I’m sorry, I cannot release that Information.” I cried out of pure fear “That’s my dad, what happened to my dad”. I gave the women my mom’s work number even though they were no longer married. All that was going through my mind was ‘he’s dead, why else would they call my mom? I sat on my bed crying, all of my emotions left my body and my heart started to race.
On May 21th, 2006 my life was changed forever. One day in kindergarten my teacher got a call on the intercom saying “Can you send down Hamdi to Ms. McCarthy's office”. The whole class started teasing me and saying “Hamdi’s in trouble, Hamdi’s in trouble” and I immediately bursted into tears. Imagine how I felt when I get called down to the principal's office then get mocked by my peers for getting in trouble. In kindergarten, I was the “goody two shoes” to the point where even my teacher was shocked when I got called down. When I got there with my puffy red eyes, there Ms. McCarthy was waiting at the door with a big smile on her face. She went down on her knees to the point where our were eye to eye and said “Honey don’t worry, you aren't in trouble”. I was so relieved, then she had me come into
"Don't give up! God has a plan for you" the words i used to hear every now and then. I dont believe it befor until i saw the gift that God gave to us. it is the turning point in my life.
An event that changed my life was the first year of middle school. I was around eleven or twelve at the time.
I remember the day as if it were yesterday; I was sitting in my sixth grade classroom deliberately packing my belongings away in my jam-packed locker. As I reached for my belongings, I endured all of the eventful memories that took place in that school and in my home state. All the friendships that I made would abolish. My friends sobbed as I sobbed. I anticipated this very day for about six months. As all of my belongings were finally packed, I gave my final good-byes and headed out. The mixed emotions trembled through my head. I became exceedingly furious then miserable then furious again. Hatred filled my eyes as we drove farther away. I became bitter with my family and secretly blamed it all on my
When I looked in the rearview mirror is when I knew it was all over. June 25, 2013 was the most tragic day in my life. It was not until that day that I realized how much I appreciate my life and my family. I was on the freeway headed towards the Galleria in Houston, TX, passing the tall Texaco building on this bright sunny afternoon, when everything went downhill. I remember seeing all of the cars in front of me have their bright red tail lights on because everyone was coming to a stop. As soon as I slowed down, I looked into my rearview mirror to see a beige car not slowing down at all but instead looking down at his phone texting, it was already too late for me to do anything. I felt as if my life were over and there was nothing anyone could do, I was sixteen years old when I had my first car accident. I learned that I should have stayed home the afternoon I got into my first car accident. That afternoon I remember gripping my steering wheel so tightly because I was so nervous about the car behind me that I could feel all of the ridges and grooves throughout my entire steering wheel and every indention in my steering
Some memories are best forgotten, but it takes courage to go through them. Often, I wish to forget the day when I almost lost my parents in a tragic car accident. As my world came crumbling down, I prayed and hoped that the nightmare would soon end. I endlessly fought the sense of helplessness, isolation and fear of the uncertainty. I was 19 and clueless. Nevertheless, I sailed through these dreadful days and welcomed my parents home after six long months. In the months that followed my parent’s return, I juggled between taking care of my parents, graduating college and adjusting to my new job. Almost 10 years later, this dark phase still has a phenomenal impact on me. Perhaps, because this specific experience transformed me into a grateful,
This is the story of the day and the days following that changed my life forever. But first we have to go back to the day I came home from camp. On this day my parents informed me that we would be going to Montana the following weekend for a job interview. It wasn’t just the job interview that changed that day but my relationship with my friend Garret.
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of
Christian Lamas Professor Janiszewska English 101 N Due date September, 24, 2015 Final Draft Essay The Painful Unforgettable Day. Feeling the pain of my fingers getting slammed by hard metal, my feet getting rammed over by the wheels, and the sweat pouring down my face and neck was at just on the first day I started. The company I started my new job on my first day is in Peapod. I never believed it was going to be that physical until I started. It made me feel kind of awkward at the beginning because I just have punched in my badge. Suddenly, I was already getting orders right away from my supervisor, I was not even prepared to receive orders immediately after I met my supervisor. I felt inversely because I have commonly stood self-employed of my majority of the time. It was Tuff working on my
My mom and I arrived at my great aunt’s house in Ely, Nevada at around dinnertime. We both decided it was time to get some sleep due to our long drive. My mom had asked me to wake her up if my dad did not call or arrive by midnight. She was obviously very tired from driving and I had slept most of the way anyways. I could tell my mom was very worried about my dad because he was traveling on his Harley Davidson, and the roads were dangerous. My innocent ten-year-old mind did not think anything bad could happen,
watching how to make it off PBS. So we first drilled a hole on one end of the