Larriann Miller
Ms. Lehmann
English 1-1A
February 27, 2020
The Day My Life Changed
All of the sudden I was flung towards the front of the car, not knowing what was happening I looked up. I had been in a car accident. Seeing the person, I love most bent over the steering wheel with a bloody face, wanting to do something, I couldn’t. I got out of the car. After I finally got the door open, I saw my father and found that the driver side door wouldn't open. He tried and tried he got it! The worst has just begun.
The witness tried to help comfort me by removing the back seat for me to sit on keeping me away from all the blood. I was told and told to stay back. I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stay put in a field and sit on the back seat of the car. I had to see my mother and make sure she was ok.
“She has to be ok. She has to be.”
I saw that she was ok and responders showed up, they put me in the front seat of the ambulance and gave me a teddy bear and told me that everything would be ok. Once they got my mom into the ambulance, they took us straight to the hospital. They took my mom out of the ambulance and my dad took me into the emergency room where my family was waiting to comfort and show support for me, my mom, and my dad. My mom had a broken nose, broken sternum and had protruded both her ankle bones out her foot. My dad broke his hand, and I almost broke my arm. At least, that’s what the doctor told me. He said I was lucky I didn’t fracture the bone because it would have been a clean break.
After hours of waiting, Finally, I got to see my mom, and she didn’t look like herself. She has two blackeyes and several cuts on her face. The rearview mirror came off the windshield and hit my mom in the face. I didn’t really care. She was my mom, and she was the most beautiful person in the room. She was the strongest and bravest woman I know.
I saw through all the blood. Weeks and weeks in the hospital and still the pain and after my mom got to come home and I had to help, I was nine and there was this home and hospice nurse who had to come to our house every day and change my mom's bandages and little did I know I was going to be taught how to change a bandage. The nurse called the bandage a wet to dry that had to be changed twice a day every day. I was only nine. I had to help my mom with everything from getting up and down, pushing her in a wheelchair, cleaning and cooking, I thought to myself that is this going to be my future is this what I will do in life was to become a nurse. After I learned how to do the bandage it took eight months and nine surgeries just to get to the point where everything was almost back to normal.
I told myself that day that some people take things for granted, but a vehicle shouldn’t be one of those things. There are so many people that die every day from car accidents, and it’s scary. Being a part of something so horrible is hard. At the end of the day, people still have families they are loved by. It's wrong that people take vehicles for granted because they can be a deadly weapon and hurt others.
It takes approximately three seconds to look both ways. So, stop at all stop signs and abide by the speed limit, and obey the traffic laws and you could save a life.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
In the process I went through I had to think and find something that had happened to me and I remembered that this had happened and it was rough writing about this I had to remember everything that had happened from five years ago.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
It's a life story and it is about a human being.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
I think the beginning was the best part because of the detail I put into it.
Ms. Lehmann
English 1-1A
February 27, 2020
The Day My Life Changed
All of the sudden I was flung towards the front of the car, not knowing what was happening I looked up. I had been in a car accident. Seeing the person, I love most bent over the steering wheel with a bloody face, wanting to do something, I couldn’t. I got out of the car. After I finally got the door open, I saw my father and found that the driver side door wouldn't open. He tried and tried he got it! The worst has just begun.
The witness tried to help comfort me by removing the back seat for me to sit on keeping me away from all the blood. I was told and told to stay back. I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stay put in a field and sit on the back seat of the car. I had to see my mother and make sure she was ok.
“She has to be ok. She has to be.”
I saw that she was ok and responders showed up, they put me in the front seat of the ambulance and gave me a teddy bear and told me that everything would be ok. Once they got my mom into the ambulance, they took us straight to the hospital. They took my mom out of the ambulance and my dad took me into the emergency room where my family was waiting to comfort and show support for me, my mom, and my dad. My mom had a broken nose, broken sternum and had protruded both her ankle bones out her foot. My dad broke his hand, and I almost broke my arm. At least, that’s what the doctor told me. He said I was lucky I didn’t fracture the bone because it would have been a clean break.
After hours of waiting, Finally, I got to see my mom, and she didn’t look like herself. She has two blackeyes and several cuts on her face. The rearview mirror came off the windshield and hit my mom in the face. I didn’t really care. She was my mom, and she was the most beautiful person in the room. She was the strongest and bravest woman I know.
I saw through all the blood. Weeks and weeks in the hospital and still the pain and after my mom got to come home and I had to help, I was nine and there was this home and hospice nurse who had to come to our house every day and change my mom's bandages and little did I know I was going to be taught how to change a bandage. The nurse called the bandage a wet to dry that had to be changed twice a day every day. I was only nine. I had to help my mom with everything from getting up and down, pushing her in a wheelchair, cleaning and cooking, I thought to myself that is this going to be my future is this what I will do in life was to become a nurse. After I learned how to do the bandage it took eight months and nine surgeries just to get to the point where everything was almost back to normal.
I told myself that day that some people take things for granted, but a vehicle shouldn’t be one of those things. There are so many people that die every day from car accidents, and it’s scary. Being a part of something so horrible is hard. At the end of the day, people still have families they are loved by. It's wrong that people take vehicles for granted because they can be a deadly weapon and hurt others.
It takes approximately three seconds to look both ways. So, stop at all stop signs and abide by the speed limit, and obey the traffic laws and you could save a life.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
In the process I went through I had to think and find something that had happened to me and I remembered that this had happened and it was rough writing about this I had to remember everything that had happened from five years ago.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
It's a life story and it is about a human being.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
I think the beginning was the best part because of the detail I put into it.