Death Of The Fallen At The Rancho 16

It all started on Diamond Hill Rd it was a cold and dark night, my brother and I was riding our bikes. Since I had just learned to ride my bike, my parents did not want me to ride on the road. The street he drove on had cars that would ride through there all the time. My brother and I were riding down the road with our neighbors on our bike when a dark blue suv started backing up, and I was ahead of everyone because they kept on stopping to talk to each other, so I slammed right into the car and flew far.

Well I was not that lucky, as I went around the corner, I said “Watch this!”, as I pushed harder on the gas pedal. I came around the corner drifting off more than expected; I corrected it too much to where I lost control of the wheel. I blinked for a second, I could see we were heading right into a ditch. Not having much time to hit the brakes, right into the ditch we went. If it wasn’t for the way the wheels were turned we probably would have been able to drive away. The wheels were turned to the left, therefore the way they hit the ditch made us tip over on the driver’s side. I knew we had to get out instantly making sure nothing was leaking, or caught on fire, also to check if we were seriously injured. My friend and I had our windows down, therefore we climbed out of her window. When we got out of the car we both checked ourselves for anything, which I was covered in broken glass from when my window broke hitting the ground. Luckily I did not fall out the window because I was not wearing my seat belt. I had used my hand to catch me from hitting my head or anything else. I was bleeding all over from the many little cuts I had from shoulder to my fingertips. After making sure we were

I was involved in a car accident a year ago when I was struck in my drivers side door by another person. The events after are a blur, but I remember losing control of my car, traveling over the median that divided the directions of traffic, spinning around, and then rolling over to end up with the passenger side of my car on the ground. It was a miracle

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.

At the time of the accident, my family lived about 30 miles from the site. I’d been at home sick that week and had been in the midst of a late afternoon nap when my mother woke me up to watch the breaking news story.

The speakers were blaring AC/DC’s “For Those About to Rock”, my hands saluting in the air, I was headed to bear lake in my car and was well. Then it happened. A full 900 degree barrel, on the interstate going 80mph. So there I was sitting on the interstate, in the dark, upside-down in my car. The cause of this crash was a simple fluke. My right tire was not inflated and it popped. So when I hit the brakes my car dug into the road and flipped. At this point in my life I had never had something that dramatic happen. For the next week and a half I found glass, in crevices it should never be found.

SLAMMM! We hit drivers side of the other guys car and both of are airbags went out. Everyone ended up being ok. My Mom and I were having a little trouble getting out of the car. I had to call 9-1-1. But, I couldn’t find her phone or my phone so some other guy that saw it called. When the police came the ambulance came right behind them and the police and the guy is probally in a lot of trouble because they found out that the guy was very drunk and the guy told the police that he just came back from the bar/friends house. The guy had to get out threw the passenger side because the driver door wouldn’t open. My mom and I didn’t go to the hospital but the other guy did because we think he had alcohol poison. We ended up getting a tow truck to tow the car to the auto body shop and then he dropped us off at our house. Than we called my dad and told him what happened and he came home from work to make sure we were ok. This was a very bad accident and I hope I will never see or be in one ever again.

It was somewhere between a t-bone and a head-on collision. Everything was in slow motion as debris flew right before my eyes, the force of impact stole my breath. I only regained my breath and my voice after the collision. As soon as I caught my breath, a truck, other than the one that struck me, sped off. I yelled for help, and two people from Taco Bell came to my rescue. My dad was working in Louisiana, and when my mom arrived on the scene she was glaring, I thought that she was angry, but she was actually relieved that I was okay. Although I was not significantly hurt, I had a large bruise on my arm. When I talked to my dad on the phone that night, he told me, “We can always buy a new car, but we can never get a new

The sudden deceleration blunt force I had to endure upon impact my whole body took a violent jolt sideways and backward I could feel my muscles and ligaments in my body being stretched and twisted beyond my natural limits and even though I was wearing my seat belt , the force of impact slammed my head int the drivers side window. I lost consciousness for a few seconds. Someone called 911 , I can not remember much after that , my head was

I used to watch the news and hear about people involved in car wrecks every day. The thing is, I never could have imagined it could happen to me or worse, someone who meant a lot to me. My father, David Stewart on October 8th had been on the opposite end of a car accident with a drunk driver. I don't remember much about that tragic day. I do remember family members rushing into our house to comfort each other and not yet understanding why. Before the night had ended my older sister had gave me the news. I was only in the third grade, how was an eight year old expected to process news like that? That night I laid in my bed, wiping away endless tears of concern and confusion. I prayed countless times that night. With prayers of hope that my

I was driving a truck and I had some people in the truck. It late at night and I was driving on an empty road out in the countryside. I tried to slow down the truck but it just kept speeding up. I didn’t tell anyone and kept stoic facial expression, but the passenger noticed that my leg was repeatedly hitting the brake and that the emergency brake was on. Everyone started to freak out, I stayed calm until someone from the back reach and turn the steering wheel with force. A soon as the truck hit the side of the road, I woke up.

It was a morning similar to any other. I had been seventeen for a full twelve hours. It was now time for me to head to work and earn the wages of a teenage employee. The entirety of my previous summer consisted of nothing but helping my father rebuild a 1976 Ford Bronco. The Jade-Green beauty was my new favorite thing. I had completed the majority of my commute and was one more left turn away from reaching my destination. I saw that my arrow was orange and, hardly even glancing at the traffic coming towards me, I made the turn. The first lane I crossed over was clear. The second lane though, came with a little car barreling down at me.

One day after a 12 hour shift working in tempe i was on my way home and was a bit drowsy from lack of nutrition and the sun beating down on me for hours. I still remember every little bit of this day. The sun was just starting to set over the White Tanks. Around 6:35pm i turned down northern ave to head home. Thats when it started; out of no where a van lost control and swerves across his lane into mine. The whole incident was in slow motion, I slammed on my breaks and tried to get off to the side of the road to avoid what couldve been a deadly head on collision. Getting off to the side had avoided the head on collision however it didn't stop from the inevitable crash. My truck was going around 45 mph around the time of the impact. I could see the passenger's eyes widen as i got closer and closer to his side of the

A long time ago when I was a little kid I had an accident on a bike. It was a mildly warm summer night when I rode down the street on that bike. The time that took place from the door to the street made my mind explode when I went over it in my head. It seemed so cool at the time but when I got on the bike, but after that I will never get on a bike again. I had just gotten done talking to my mom and I was walking out the door. She said to me that I should be careful as a little kid I did not listen.

Life is unpredictable and an accident can happen anytime. on our way back home from church my dad was driving a black 2012 Toyota Highlander, which is a family car that seven people can ride in it. My younger brother, Taw Nay Gay, and I were sitting on the seat behind the driver seat by the door. My other two younger brothers, Gay Nay Soe and Soe K Maw, sat in the seat behind me, and my mom sat in the front passenger seat. For the first time a nineteen year old girl like me started to believe that I had a reason to live and my life could be taken away anytime. This happened on October first 2017, 7:30 pm when we got into a car accident by the traffic lights intersection. Three cars were damaged, but everyone in the cars were fine.