I thought my day would just be a normal day, but by the end it was different. The day started off as a normal day, going to school, learning new things. Then the end of the school day came, all of us leave. I got in the car that my brother was driving, it felt like how everyday felt.We were just going home, than we turned onto a street that my brother takes a lot. All of a sudden we got hit by another car. I didn’t know what happened, and then I looked at my brother’s face and we both start to scream and cry. I didn’t know if I or my brother were going to die, or if the other guy was okay. My brother opened his door as fast as he could, he told me as I start to open my door that everything is going to be okay and that help will be here soon. …show more content…
When 4 paramedics came running to me I was scared but I knew that they were going to help me and make sure that I’m okay. When they put me on my back and put head and heck pads around me I was so scared that something must be broke. But when they said “your going to be okay we’re doing this just to make sure that if your neck is broke it won’t get worse.”Than when one fireman and paramedics were putting me on a stretcher and bringing me into the ambulance all I could think about is Eric. Not being with Eric or not being able to see Eric scared me and also made me so sad. I didn’t even know if he was okay so I asked the paramedics if they knew if my brother was okay. They said”I don’t know but you have to be strong for yourself,” Having people help me made me think that there 's so many people here to help me, and I was so grateful for everyone for there help. Entering the ER I saw everyone in my family but Eric. My dad, mom,brothers, sister in law, step mom, grandparents, and cousins but no Eric. Having many family members there by your side with tears dropping from their face means that they care about you so much. When I finally saw Eric over across the hall waving to me I was so happy and finally put a real smile on my face. But then they had to take me out for X-rays so I only saw him for a couple of mins. When laying on the bed for my x-rays all I could think about is who is going to help me in …show more content…
I found out i had 3 broken toes, 1 dislocated toe, and 5 fractures in my foot. So they had to put me into emergency surgery which was so scary cause I never had surgery before. I was saying goodbye to everyone and getting hugs and when Eric gave me hug he said “I’m so sorry this happened to you, It’s all my fault.” and hearing that just broke my heart. As I said back to him “You are my hero, you saved my life, this is not your fault.” As they pushed me away I was just crying think of all the good and bad things that could or will happen. It was about 2 hours later I finally woke up out of surgery and was in a recovery room still doing test on me. About 15 minutes later they took me to my room where my family was as they were all happy to see me, as they all gave me hugs I realized that Eric was still having a sad and worry look on his face. So I told my brother your my hero, you saved my life, were both here and it’s okay. When my phone was handed to me I had so much more text messages from everybody that I didn’t like or wasn’t my friends and some of my family members. As I was reading them I thought to myself, why am I thinking that they hate me or why am I not liking them when they 're here for me. And ever since that night I’ve realized that all the people that I judge are becoming my friends and are helping me out a
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
In this first unit of The First Days of School, Harry Wong presents three characteristics of an effective teacher. The three characteristics are: has good classroom management skills, teaches for mastery, and has positive expectations for student success.
and the night before we were gonna pull a drive-by, i had a dream, i saw my brother's face in my dream, the person who meant the most to me in this human world, and one thing i should probably mention is that my brother was a tough person, i had never seen him cry before, but in my dream there were tears coming down his face, then i woke up. the next night was an event that changed my life forever. We had been doing drugs and drinking befo...
I can still remember that small enclosed, claustrophobic room containing two armed chairs and an old, brown, paisley print couch my dad and I were sitting on when he told me. “The doctors said there was little to no chance that your mother is going to make it through this surgery.” Distressed, I didn’t know what to think; I could hardly comprehend those words. And now I was supposed to just say goodbye? As I exited that small room, my father directed me down the hospital hallway where I saw my mother in the hospital bed. She was unconscious with tubes entering her throat and nose keeping her alive. I embraced her immobile body for what felt like forever and told her “I love you” for what I believed was the last time. I thought of how horrific it was seeing my mother that way, how close we were, how my life was going to be without her, and how my little sisters were clueless about what was going on. After saying my farewells, I was brought downstairs to the hospital’s coffee shop where a million things were running
One of my friends called Kendrick fall off a clef and he was hanging on to a branch, with one hand and I was the only one who was able to help because, his mom and dad were still un-packing and he was playing with a ball that I gave to him in his birthday as a joke. At first, I thought he was just joking but, he stayed on for a long time and then I knew that it wasn't a joke so, I had to go to him and pick him up. I was scared to pick him up because, it was very risky for me and him because if I managed to fail to get him back to his feet, then he will fall, or if I did something wrong I would fall with him. Lucky his dad saw me trying to help him and he ran after me. Before, he got to me, I manage to get him to touch his stomach in the floor, he was also bigger and heavier than me so it was hard but his father held my back so than I pulled and I was scared if I would loss grip.... A few minutes I closed my eyes, my heart rushing, blood popping through my vines, I felt I was about to have a heart attack, pieces of me imaged I would lose a friend. When I opened my eyes, I saw him crying he lost the ball. I touched my eyes with my hands. I felt tears rushing though my cheeks and Kendrick's dad was glad that he was still
The car ride to their house was dead silent. When we had gotten to their house, they sat us down and told us the horrible news, Daddy was in the hospital. I sat there in shock for a moment to really understand what they had told me. Then when I understood what was said, my heart fell to my toes. I busted out into tears. I didn’t know what was wrong with him. I didn’t understand why he was in that place. He was fine this morning, he brought us to Nana and Poppy’s house and he was healthy. How could he be sick?? For the next few days, I wasn’t myself. The days that he was gone, I couldn’t eat or sleep. I was too worried to even go to school, but I had to go. I didn’t play with my friends on the playground, I couldn’t take naps, and I didn’t even want to color. My friends knew what was going on and they tried to help, but the only thing that could help was my Daddy being okay. While he was there, I didn’t get to go see him once. I hated not seeing my Daddy. I just wanted my best friend home with me. A few days had passed and he finally came home. I was so excited when he came home. I thought, “Finally, things can go back to normal.” I didn’t believe that anything would change. The day after he came home I overheard Mom telling Nana and Poppy what the doctor told her, “He had a mini stroke. And if doesn’t stop smoking, he wouldn’t live much
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
I looked outside and saw my mom fall to her knees and cry as my grandma followed right behind her and did the same thing. I was as confused as to what was happening and where I was going but I looked at my sister and I grabbed her hand and said, “We are going to be ok”. We didn’t know where we were going, but we were soon to find out what it was like to be in the foster care system.
One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.
My stomach weakens with a thought that something is wrong, what would be the answer I could have never been ready for. I call my best friend late one night, for some reason she is the only person’s voice I wanted to hear, the only person who I wanted to tell me that everything will be okay. She answer’s the phone and tells me she loves me, as I hear the tears leak through, I ask her what is wrong. The flood gates open with only the horrid words “I can’t do this anymore”. My heart races as I tell her that I am on my way, what I was about to see will never leave my thoughts.
Suddenly I awake at the noise of sirens and people yelling my name. Where am I? Those words radiate out my thoughts but never touching my lips. Panic engulfs me, but I am restricted to the stretcher. “Are you ok?” said the paramedic. I am dazed, confused, and barely aware of my surroundings. Again “Yes, I am fine” races from my thoughts down to my mouth, but nothing was heard. Then, there was darkness.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
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
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were