A Short Story : A Story Of A Grandfather's Life

The driver’s side was flat down on the road, while the passenger side was in the air. The truck had pieces that shattered off of it, as if it was all made of glass. My mom ran over to make sure my brothers were alive and could talk. My mom was yelling at my brothers to see if they were okay, and she got a response. They were okay, but David tried to open the passenger door, but it was stuck. I was screaming in fear, while my sister was holding me back from running to the truck. As I was screaming, worrying that they weren’t okay, a fire broke out underneath the truck. My dad yelled, “The trucks on fire!” My mom started to try and kick in the wind shield, while my dad took off his shirt and started to try and put the fire out. This made me frantic even more, causing me to fight against my sister, telling her to let me go. As Anna was holding me back, she contacted my sister a block away, telling her that my brothers got in a back accident. My brother Andrew decided that they had no choice but to try and do something. Do to the injury he got on his left arm, he had to try and get his seat belt off, and push past David to stand up. He stood up, and used all his force a managed to slam the passenger door open. Andrew helped get David out, and then he climbed out. As they turned back and saw the fire still on the truck, a few choice words were expressed, cuss word, cuss word, cuss

As we drove up, we saw our navy blue Subaru Legacy have the front just broken and the back of a 1974 Ford Ranger with a broken back light and some scratches. The Rangers forest green paint job looking spectacular, except for the area my sister hit it. My sister was over on the sidewalk looking sick and terrified. She was as pale as a paper. We asked a plethora of questions. My parents asked the kind senior man about his insurance information and the steps my family was going to do solve the issue. The man was kind and nice and was happy to help, but I was angry. After knowing that my sister was safe, I was angry that she was that unaware. The glass from her light and other objects filled the side of the road. I picked them up and noticed that there was a wire coming from a broken piece of glass. I told my father and he said to just leave it be, the

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

As I pulled up to my friends house to drive her to school, it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, weather was nice and while we were sad this day due to the loss of a dear friend, we were both looking forward to things getting back on track with school. A few days prior, our friend, who always wanted to ride a motorcycle, took a ride with a boy she met. This would be her first and last ride. The motorcycle rear ended a stopped car, she was ejected and dragged under an oncoming vehicle to her death. As I picked up my friend for school, March 9, 1989 our dear friend would be laid to rest. We planned to attend her funeral that afternoon and a special event in her honor at our school. While making a left turn into our school parking lot, the plan for the day changed, as a blue sedan going full speed, slammed into the passenger side of my car. The reality of the situation; I turned left in front of an oncoming vehicle.

On August 27, 2005 it was my dad’s birthday and all he wanted for his birthday was to leave for hurricane Katrina but my mother was persistent on staying for the hurricane because she had a nursing service and she couldn’t leave her patient and she thought the hurricane wasn’t going to be so devastating but of course she was wrong. My dad was always paranoid about natural disaster show he watch the news all day. About midnight my dad had awakens my mom and gave her ultimatum we either ride it out or we go that Sunday morning. Of course my mother was sassy and told him off for waking her up in the middle of the night but she came to her senses and decided to leave. Flash-forward eight hours and I am waking up from my sleep. As soon as I awaken

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

What had started out as one of the most normal days, changed and shaped the rest of my life. It was on March 14th, 2012, or “Pi Day,” that this event happened. My brother and I had just gotten off the bus and walked home. When we got home, we did what we usually did and went to our own rooms; he got on his xbox and I was on my phone. The blinds that covered my window were up and my window was open, it was a nice day out. Around 3:30ish, I see two sheriff's cars pull up in front of my house. When they get to the door, they ask to speak to my mom. After about five minutes, my mom tells us to go down to our neighbor’s house, and she was in tears. She wouldn’t tell us why, but we just listened to her. So we went down there, and we ended up leaving with him and his family for his soccer practice. I had no idea what was going on, and I didn’t know what to think. After being at his practice for a good 20/30 min, I get a text message from my sister saying, “ Matt and I are on our way to pick you and your brother up.” When she gets here, nothing is said on the way home; a whole fifteen minutes of complete silence. There are at least 10 cars parked all around my house and up and down my street. My

We had heard that I-10 heading west was a gridlock, so we were very grateful that my Dad knew to try Hwy 90. We never were stuck in traffic like others had, so I didn’t have to suffer a long boring car ride. Once we arrived at the hotel in Houston, my mom went to check us in while the rest of us stayed in the car. After about thirty minutes my mom returned to the car crying. She then explained to my dad that the hotel had over booked their rooms and gave our room away. When I saw my Mom crying, I started to wonder what was going on. At the age of five, I could not understand why all the hotel rooms were occupied and there were none available for us to stay in. I immediately became scared because I could see the look of fear on my parents’ faces and I knew that they weren’t sure what to do. It was now nine o’clock at night and my parents and myself were tired, and we didn’t know what to do next. My parents then decided that the best thing for us to do is to drive around Houston and hope we could find an available room. We finally found a room at the Marriott in downtown Houston that was available for us to stay in for three days. My parents became very nervous wondering how we would pay for

It was just another normal day right after the school day had just gotten over. We had all gotten on the bus to go home. We had left the school ground to go to St. Mary's to drop off the kids. Then, we had went to our first stop out of town. After he got off, we had began to speed up hwy. Speed everyone had started to panic. Before the bus driver knew it, we had hit a little brown nissan pick-up on the side of hwy 13 south of town when i realized that i was in the front of the bus on the floor. I was the first one out of the bus after a little while another bus come to pick up kids that wanted to

    I remember it was the summer before my junior year. My indie bedroom was just down the hallway from our dainty living room. I was sound asleep when I was awakened by soft screams and yells. I can vividly remember asking myself “whats happening”. I sat up abruptly and walked over to the light. Suddenly my mom burst through the door and with the softest whisper she said “call 911”. I was hesitant. It took me about five minutes to actually dial the number let alone call. I finally called while shaking like a leaf in fall. I proceeded to get up with steps as light as a mouse. Opening my bedroom door ever so gently to go and see what happened. The screams and yells grew louder and louder as I approached the living room.. I saw my brother screaming at my mother, father and his girlfriend. I scurried back to my room in a panic. I didn't

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping