Personal Narrative: The Washington Parish Activity Center

It was just like any other day of my life. My mother had conned me into coming to help her out at her job, the Washington Parish Activity Center. Of course I did not want to go down to that old, creepy, cold building after hours. It was a Friday night, and those torturous finals had finally came to an end. Spending the first night of that long, difficult semester at that place was not my plans. Sleeping, eating, and watching television was the kind of night this college student had in mind, but mother had other boring plans for her child. Hearing my mother’s nagging voice was not an option. If I did not come, she would have been complaining from here all the way to China. During that long conversation, she used the famous mother’s line, “I

Here comes the other car zooming across the street like he in the Fast and Furious. I see him, and I know there is nothing that can be done to prevent this. I turn my wheel to try my best to avoid the hit, but that plan was unsuccessful. Boom, the cars hit. Glass cracking and flying in and outside of the car. The sound of tires skiing across the payment being heard from blocks away. Drinks and food splashing all over us and the car. The car looked like a cafeteria after a food fight. The other car sliding across the pavement, and my car just sitting in the middle of the road. Just stuck there cannot move. There we was laid out in the car, soaking wet, and freezing. Tears rolling down both of our faces. Thinking to ourselves did this just really happen. All of sudden this young white male high schooler jumps out the car yelling, “Oh shit! Oh Shit! I done killed somebody.” Pacing back and forth from his car to our car like a nervous kid getting his ACT

The tears kept rolling like a broken faucet. Trying to get out the car, but I cannot because the door is bent and will not open. Not knowing what to do was making this pounding headache worst. Police officers asking a million questions. Only thing running through this head was what just happened. Flashbacks kept replaying over and over again. The fact that my mother’s and I lives could have been taken in that short period of time. If I would not have turn the wheel when I did, that car would have hit my mother straight on instead of the front. The thought of just losing my mother was something I could not bear at the moment. A life without my mother was a life that I was not prepared for. Walking away with no injuries and our lives was a blessing. Coming that close to death changed me for the better. They always say enjoy life every day, and now I understand why because life can been taken in one second. Life is a precious gift that we have here on Earth. Cherishing time with family and friends is important, and to never take life and the little things for