Personal Narrative Analysis

Believe it or not i actually have helped somebody. It was in the summer of 2013 ,and he was one of my best friend’s up until i moved to piedmont. We did almost everything together there would be days that’d go by because i’d be over at his house or vise versa. We decided to to get our motorcycle license a month after we both turned 14. After we got them all we had so much fun with them.

Well this essay is supposed to be about me helping somebody so here we go. It was August 12, 2013 just a few days before school started. Alex and i were driving our street bikes down Expressway and we have bluetooth helmets so we could communicate. He gets the wild idea that we were gonna ride a wheelie down Expressway i said “ i don’t know man its kinda risky”.

So we were driving about 65 mph we passed a few cars and he stands up looking at me he flips up his visor and says “don’t be scared dude either you're taking risks and succeeding or you die trying” into the mic.

After that i already knew what was about to happen, i look back at him and he winks at me and flips his visor back down.

we get into lane with no cars on it and hes in front of me, i'm tailing not to far behind. he pops up the bike and i was almost forced to slow down so i move over to the next lane, i speed up and pop my bike up to at this point we are going about 75 mph.
he starts wobbling and i start to get cautious so i go back down and ask him what’s going on and it happened within a split second. the bike jerked to the right and he soars ahead of the motorcycle. It seems like he was in the air forever but he came to a devastating halt when he landed on his back and flipped at least 20 times.

I squeeze my brake levers as hard as i could i didn't even bother to set the kickstand up. I threw my bike down and sprinted over to him and he’s laying face down on the Highway. i rip off his helmet to see if he was still conscious, surely he was but he had severe road rash and he broke both of his arms by bracing for impact. we rushed over to my bike and i sit behind him but was still able to shift and reach the handlebars. We were on our way to closest hospital near us and that just happened to be Mercy. When we got there they already knew what happened by looking at him so they took him back to the back ,and he told me to go get his mom and thats exactly what i did. So i raced all the way down to the Chevy dealership on expressway and got her. When we got to the hospital she

told me to go home and tell my parents what happened. As soon as i got home i ran in and told them so they told me we need to go back and make sure he’ll be okay. when we got there we was on the bed hooked up to machines.

i asked the nurse why he was like that and she asked me how he landed. So i said “on his back why?” she said “because his left lung collapsed and we don't know how much longer he can breathe. I slammed my fists into the wall and all i could hear after that was the long steady beep from the machine indicating that he stopped breathing. A few hours later i was sitting on my bike in the parking lot and all i could think about is what he said “ take risks and succeed or you die trying” but if it wasn't for me rushing him to the hospital he probably would've died on the street so thats my essay on how i helped somebody