My Life Changing Event

A lot of people search through life trying to find something that means something to them, something life changing. I experienced my life-changing event when I was 3 years old. I was in a terrible car accident. Realistically, being 3, I do not really remember what all happened – I remember a few details though, the feeling, the pain, and my parents reactions. Their reactions were crucial in the development of my realization of this life-changing event. All through my life I grew up with this crazy thing that had happened in the past and all I had were my parents’ recollections on the events that occurred. But, youth is just kind of weird like that – you tend to hear more about what you experienced than actually remembering it. My parents really

Their thoughts were stricken with, “worry, grief and fear of the unknown.” How else would a parent react if their kid’s life were not entirely guaranteed? My dad told me that my car accident was a, “life changing ordeal, not knowing if your baby will live or die, will he ever get over the accident and the many set backs that you eventually had to go through because of this,” I feel like this wreck affected my dad more than me. His reactions were those of extreme remorse and guilt. But why be guilty? How could he have known that this was going to happen? No one did and I certainly do not blame him for these terrible events. Based on the way he talked to me about his reactions I would say that his overall feelings from that night were those of guilt – but these were entirely unwarranted, he was at no

Mom told me not to let you go and I did anyway. I always wonder how different your life would have been. I hope you can forgive me for that!” However, this is what he had to say about having any regrets from this experience. But, again, he was at no fault. Both of my parents emotions were running high at the time, who’s would not be? Any parent would be freaking out to an extreme level if their baby boy were in the hospital with his life under question. “My thoughts went from panic, is he hurt? How bad is it?” this was my father’s thinking while he sat in the waiting room. This describes his emotional state more than anything – worried, guilty, and frantic out of his mind. This was entirely acceptable, however – I feel like there would not be any other way to