My Traumatic Experience Analysis

I truly had a bad experience when I was six years old that changed my life forever.Some assume that kids who have traumatic experiences are always messed up in some ways but, that isn't entirely true some turn out okay like, me and my brother.There is one thing you should know about Chloe she was the boss of the house and she had everyone wrapped around her little finger.It was the morning of December seventeenth when my eighteen month old sister Chloe Carin Keiser wandered into my brothers room next door which is to my room.I had heard a boom and come to find out and face that my sister was laying underneath a twenty-seven inch television.I quickly woke my brother and we had run to my parents room.They quickly woke and had pulled the tv off

of her.My mom had called 911 but she was so traumatized that she couldn't hear the operator even though she was on the phone with her.My mom gathered Chloe up and ran across the street to my next door neighbors house and had her call 911 and she stayed with my mom helping her until the paramedics got there.The police officer had went and took my mom out of the room and left Mrs.Pat with Chloe and the officer had asked my mom what her mom's phone number was and mind you it hasn't changed since she was little,she couldn't remember it.My other neighbor Mr.Tony had looked up my grandmother's phone number and gave it to the officer. The paramedics took Chloe to where they had to go to get to the helicopter.My mom was told that she couldn't ride with her because they didn't bring the helicopter that allows that.The officer that drove my mom over to the site where the helicopter was had told my mom to not get out of the car until she was told.But my mom didn't listen she got out and was freaking out that Chloe still wasn't out of the ambulance.My mom had told one of the paramedics that she wants information and does not want it sugar coated that she needed to know that her baby was going to be okay.The woman had told my mom that in her thirty years of working as a paramedic she has never seen a kid look that bad. They finally let Chloe out of the ambulance and let my mom see her before they put her in the helicopter.She told Chloe that she loves her and that she would get to the hospital as soon as she could and to behave.Everyone there was crying with my mom and all the firefighters and the police officer hugged her as they watched the helicopter take off.My mom and dad,my Uncle Scott and uncle Brandon got to the hospital.They weren't allowed to see Chloe so my mom stood outside the glass doors to the hallway where Chloe's room was and she would as every doctor when she would be able to see her and to check on her and make sure she was okay but no one would tell her anything.Later to find out that she wasn't allowed to see Chloe because they had to wait on two social workers who thought that Choles accident wasn't an accident.They told my mom that she needed to go with them or they would take me and my brother away.My mom flipped and told them a quick version of what happened while flipping out on them for not letting them see their dying daughter. They were finally allowed to see Chloe and they stayed with her at all times. When my mom and dad went outside though my mom made them rush back into her room because she knew that something wasn't okay. When they got to the room they saw that she was fine well other than the tubes and wires coming out of her but other than that she was okay.My parents wanted to dedicate Chloe so they had everyone removed from the room except for my uncle Scott and his friend Mr.Einwechter.Not even a few seconds after the ending of the dedication did all of her monitors and everything go off.Doctors rushed into the room and tried to start to save her when my parents told them enough that this was her choice she has always ruled the house and this is her final wish so let's give it to her.On December eighteenth 2006 Chloe passed away.

A few days later my mom had sent me and my brother back to school.There was a knock on the door and it turns out to be two detectives to collect my mother's statement as to what happened since they had gotten a report from others.My mother had told them that they weren't going to hear the last moments of her life but her life story from the time that she came into this world until the time she left it.By the time my mother had finished the two men were in tears then they left.Days later the same two men showed up with a check in hand for five hundred dollars to help pay for my sister's funeral from them and the police department where they worked.She was buried on December 24th.What I have learned from this experience is that you have to cherish what you have before it is gone and it's too

late. That you need to watch children carefully. My sister did not pass away for nothing she went on to save many other rebellious children like her.I truly am proud of how many lives she helped save just because of her story and the action that my mother took to make sure that things got done to save other children so parents and their children didn't have to feel the loss that we did. We got lucky with my sister and how amazing she was but still miss her dearly.If anything my one true hero would have to be her and it will always be.