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Accidents happen all the time whether we know it or not. Some could possibly be avoided and others may not. I was a young girl, who didn’t truly grasp the concept of life and death. Every time I was upset about something, I would think about ending my own life. However, through one horrifying incident, that silly thought of mine completely vanished. Thanks to that specific mishap, the way I perceived life and death has in turn, changed entirely anew. Never would I have thought that accident could occur to my family and myself so suddenly. It was a warm, sunny morning when my mom, and my nanny, Carrie, drove me to a pediatric hospital for a health check up on a motorcycle. With me sitting tightly in between my mom and Carrie, I held onto my …show more content…
The reckless driver hit us straight on, then “Bang!” a loud noise resonated through the air, and abruptly my body flew out and hit the pavement of the road. Everything around me was simply a white haze for a few seconds after the impact. My body felt extremely heavy and the sharp pain throbbed throughout my face and body. Lying there on the rough asphalt, I faintly heard my mom and Carrie call out to me, “Sydney! Sydney! Are you okay? Answer me! Sydney!” I wanted I speak up and answer them, nonetheless, it was useless, my voice just wouldn’t make a sound. The desperation in Carrie’s and my mom’s voices reverberated to me across from where I was lying. My mom frantically ran up to my side and hugged me tightly in her arms. Blood was squirting out of her pinky, where the top of her finger had been severed. The places where my mom’s tears fell, stung my wounds, nevertheless, it was nothing compared to each little movements that caused the pains to electrify through my body severely. Every second was hell, the pain was just utterly agonizing and tormenting. Whether it was due to the pain or the exhaustion my body suffered, my mind slowly drifted off and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. As my eyes gradually closed, the blazing siren seemed to have grown louder little by
Her ability to use incredibly graphic details poetically just enhance the experience for the reader. Her car ride is a solemn one, and readers are introduced to the disturbances inside of the car as well as outside. Olds is able to express to readers the issues her father has with drinking while associating it to the death outside of the car as well. She is able to bring readers into the dark car with her, witnessing the wreckage, the cars strewn over the highway, and most importantly the body of the woman. While the accident wasn’t any fault of the car she is riding in, she is up front with readers how her father is not quite sober, and just missed hitting someone himself. Olds is able to use the graphic imagery of the accident and the somber interior of the car to express the family struggles she endured as well. Sheltered by her mother from the scene outside, she is left reflecting on the life that is represented on the road. Readers can feel the dark turn of her thoughts as she compares the carnage on the road as “…glass, bone, metal, flesh, and the family” (Olds). It is this ending in which Olds allows readers to understand the complexity of feelings that were associated with the accident on the dark rain covered highway. Reflecting on the
People, like Brittany Leedham was fortuitous to survive from a teen car accident, but others like her boyfriend Zak Kerinuk was not able to come out of the crash alive. The event started the Saturday night after Thanksgiving, November 29th, 2008. Just in the year 2008 alone, a total of 3,118 teenagers in America died due to a result of a car accident. They were riding in a convertible Mustang GT going at 70 miles per hour when Zak swerved off the road, hitting a hackberry tree. The impact killed him as she struggled to survive, losing half of her own blood, her legs broke during the crash, as well as her pelvic bone as she called out for help. Looking back at the morbid crime scene and going back to the one spot where the event took place, Brittany could not look at the blood stained tree as the perpetrator of the crash. She states it was the “teenage sense of indestructibility.”
“Sweetie, we have to hurry and get to the airport before we miss our flight. You need to get in the car now,” my mom told me with a very mad look on her face. The reason she was mad at me was because she had to keep telling me to get in the car. My mom and I finally jumped in the car along with my older brother. We were going all the way to Texas to visit my grandparents for a few days.
Car Accident! The world would be more beautiful if their less or few car accidents. Now a days car accidents happens daily and sometimes they leave a big scratch in the heart if it end up by a death or a serious injury. Also, many thinks they are smart enough that they wont get into a accident because of their tricks in driving but in the end they find them self in a accident.
When she came to, Katherine’s body was racked with an insurmountable amount of pain. She felt like she’d topple over at the slightest gust of wind. The girl knew she’d have to call 911. She’d have to explain that her mother had attacked her, that she’d tried to gut her with a bread knife. Her movements were slow, jerky, and painful, and every breath, every step she took caused a wave of searing pain throughout her
There are many social problems that exist in the world today, which includes but do not limits to self-identity and racism. However, they somehow go unnoticed because at times people conform to what society thinks is the way to live. In my opinion, people believe they should act or feel a certain way because of what is broadcast on television, featured in magazines, and even brought into the limelight by celebrities. After viewing the movie Crash, in my opinion, the movie targets on going social problems that are constantly being swept under the rug to this present day. I deem Crash a race movie because it forces the audience to question their own moral values.
Auto Wreck is an ominous, grim, and disturbing poem written by Karl Shapiro about death, fate, coincidence and the envisioning of reality. In this harsh poem Shapiro describes an awful car accident where many people ends up dead. He flawlessly employes a unique imagery and language that gives the reader a clear and true sensation of the terrible mishap. The author makes us feel as if we had seen and even experienced the car collision ourselves. Although it may see that the main focus in this poem is death, which is one of the most important, the poet also throws in the way he and everyone else saw everything after the accident, how their emotions changed, and how they envisioned reality afterward. Shapiro not only acknowledges and makes vivid the deaths that just occurred and how different people reacted to it, but he also discusses how much of an accident it really was, how someone had to be guilty and if anyone was really innocent at all.
"Let's go, hurry up before the plane leaves!" Daryl said. Daryl Burns was a CSIS agent, a middle aged man, who had a flattop hairstyle, short stubble beard, and was wearing a tuxedo, living in Toronto. He had his badge tucked into his vest, his S&W pistol tucked into his back pocket, and his taser in his front pockets. He, was here with about seventy other CSIS agents, because forty minutes before they entered into the airport, they got intel that the notorious murderer, Hank Baker was last seen entering the airport. "Okay, two agents, per airplane, I want you to check the plane that you're assigned to, top to bottom, up, and down, corner to corner, I don't care how long it takes, if it's the last thing you do, we
As the car spun, all of my best memories played in my mind: my father teaching me about the solar system, the birth of my siblings, the first time I rode a bicycle, the day my parents decided to be together again, my graduation, the day I was notified I had won the Walton Scholarship, my first day in the United States, among others. Once Kaela, my roommate, and I, were able to leave the fuming car, we crawled to the edge of the road to lie on the ground and assess our injuries. Two ladies that were driving by, came to our rescue and took us to the hospital. During the entire ride to the hospital, as I struggled to remain conscious, I could not help but repeat, “Please Kaela, tell them not to send me back to Honduras, I need to help my family.”
In that moment, the world seemed to slow down. Realizing what I had done, I joined in her screams of utter terror. “What do I do? WHAT DO I DO?” I begged them to tell me the solution, panic building in my lungs. There was no solution to this, I had completely messed up. The road I had just turned onto was a one way road, and I was definitely not going the right way. When the turn was complete I heard the horns begin, like a wall of sound blocking any escape. I stared into the four lanes of headlights before me and made a decision. I had already messed up and there was no stopping now, therefore I kept going as fast as I could without stopping, trying to escape the situation as fast as
Many years ago when I was a freshman in high school, an event happened to me that changed my life for the better. My friend invited me to go hiking with him and his sister. He was going to go hiking in Yosemite. The following day I prepared myself mentally and physically in order to accomplish this hike.
Accidents occur in the workplace but in secret. These most of the time lead to physical and mental injuries that might affect the worker way of living for the rest of their lives. It is estimated that more than 337 million workers get injured in their place of work or in the course of work every year leading to work-related diseases causing about 2.3 million deaths per year (United States Department of Labor, n.d.).
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
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.
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,