Personal Narrative Essay On The Road

Nearly 1.3 million people die in road crashes per year globally, that’s on average 3287 people per day. More than half of all road traffic deaths occur among young adults ages 15-44 in the US alone. Nearly 8,000 people are killed in crashes involving drivers ages 16-20. Domestic. These are just a few chilling statistics about the dangers of driving, and honestly I’m just blessed that I wasn’t one of those 8,000
January 29 2016 at 9:22 am sun shining but a tragic and cold Friday morning. I awake at 7:04 am, see the beautiful face of my fiancé Taelor, to my right. She lays in bed beside me so beautiful, the smell of the room an expensive Versace cologne she purchased for me some years back, date night was yesterday so I had to freshen up. Taelor

has an interview today in Penfield and because of the distance traveled she asked if we could switch cars for the day, I agree. The morning goes on, I get dressed and make my way downstairs for my daily dose of First Take and Cinnamon Toast Crunch, my favorite cereal. She kisses me goodbye at 8:32 am, I sit there for 12 minutes longer listening to my idol Stephen. A. Smith ramble on about how cam newton is the best he has ever seen, and noting how the panthers will win the super bowl. 8:44 am I scurry upstairs to kiss my mother on her cheek as she sleeps and head out to begin my journey to Monroe Community College, my safe haven. I set the alarm, lock the door, and head to this sleek and shiny 2009 Honda Accord that happened to be my father in laws vehicle, I spot a black cat, think nothing of it. Realize I had left my backpack, grab it and the same cat is there, skin smooth as silk and shiny like it had been soaked in oil sheen, his mesmerizing yellow eyes made contact with mine, he meowed and strolls away.
Resting in the car, I choose my favorite song to play Post Malone’s “What’s up” I survey the car being my first time in it, let alone driving it.

Clean and new I see besides the slight hint of stank from his soccer shoes and knee pads that lay in the backseat. I back out my driveway and cruise down my quiet street, looking in my mirrors for the cat I had seen earlier, I turn right on Lake avenue and begin to smile once I notice the limited traffic . I approach the Democrat & Chronicle building where a driver swerves left suddenly and nearly takes out another oblivious driver. I remain cool, calm, and collected as I remember back to my and Taelor’s driving lessons 2 years back, I push on and arrive at college town a heavily populated area, traffic is heavy and the wait is long like a food stamp line, I decided to change my song once more, this time to a more upbeat jam, Katy Perry “Firework” I choose and immediately begin to feel delighted and warm inside despite my stagnant success in this Rochester traffic. I break through and pull up to the red light on MT .Hope and Westfall rd. between the 2 gas stations for a better picture. I change my song once more as now my energy level is sky rocket, I choose Migos smash hit “Bitch Dab” a song that has taken over social media, I follow subsequently with my own “Dab” routine. “Bitch Dab” I bellow while patiently waiting for the light to

change from red to green. It finally changes, I get a green left turn arrow, and I turn left slowly, blindly, foolishly without looking just like the oblivious driver I joked at earlier. I hear a booming constant horn inching towards me with the speed of 50mph as I am going a steady 12mph, CRASH! The sound loud enough to wake a dead man, I lose consciousness on impact but quickly regain after my car stops moving 17 yards away from the initial contact. My thoughts, “I saw it coming” is all I could think of. The split second before contact I made the best decision for my life, the air reeking of burning rubber and the sight of glass and my bumper thrust back to where initial contact was. I sit there airbags all around, my face burning from the impact of the back. I attempt to rush out of the totaled car but fail, realizing that my seatbelt is still intact “Thank god” I say, Grabbing my phone I immediately email my com 120 professor and let him know I won’t be in class but have good reason, he responds and request pictures I send them off his response a heart filled one “OMG Jaivion I hope all is well and forget about the test you can make it up at a later date” The other driver comes up to me apologizes and exclaims wildly as how he did not mean to hit me and run the light, I let him know all is well and begin to call my mother and fiancé , neither answer. The officer on scene approaches me I give him my side of the story and suddenly my legs give out I fall, screeching in pain, my head is pounding like a drum from the school band. My leg is bleeding profusely and the intense pounding in my head continues, I awake in room 223 at strong memorial hospital alive and in a gown. Doctors give me two doses of morphine I fall out cold everything else is a blur.
Nearly 8,000 people are killed in crashes involving drivers 16-20. Domestic. I awake 6 hours later from my medically induced slumber, head pounding I see the beautiful faces of my mother , brother and fiancé , Hugs and kisses feel the air and a rush of peace and serenity feels my soul. 8,000 people my age are killed and by the grace of god and a seatbelt I can say today that I am not one of those unlucky few.