Descriptive Essay : The Wedding Day

There have been several life altering events in my life, but one that stands out is when I went with my parents to pick up my brother from school. It was a normal trip until we got back on the interstate after getting gas. Traffic came to an abrupt halt, and heads turned to see the cause. First we saw a motorcycle helmet laying on the side of the road. The plastic panel was broken, and the helmet itself was nearly in two. No less than half a mile up the road, you see an ambulance, a police car, and a firetruck all blocking off a small square. While driving by, we saw a pink skeet strewn over something on the side of the road. Upon closer inspection, I saw a bloodied hand and a large pool of blood sticking out from under the sheet. At that time I was 15, and I had just passed my driving permit exam. Similarly to Duncan, that event has stayed with me ever sense, and when I see someone on the interstate on a motorcycle, thats what I am reminded of. After an event so traumatic, you would assume the news would say something. After all, this person was someone’s child, maybe someone’s parent. I never saw anything to speak of this

On a sunny afternoon in May of 2013 I learned a very important lesson. I was at a family auction in the small quiet town of Ames, Oklahoma. The dew was still wet on the ground and the air was crisp. There was a lot of my extended family there as well as people I had never met. I got to see my cousin Taylor as well as one of her cousins named Jadey. We decided we were going to go ride four wheelers out in the field and it was at that time I learned a valuable lesson. Four wheeler accidents happen often, but I never expected to be the one involved. Before my accident I thought four wheelers were fairly safe, but afterwards I learned that an accident can happen in a split second and you should never assume you won’t be the one involved.

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

We went to ER and got to see a baby get drawn from his arm the parents were upset because it was the second time they had to draw his blood. The dad stepped out and the mom stayed and helped hold the baby down. There was a patient with shingles that I only got to see from outside but the phlebotomist showed

It all happened so quickly. One moment, a boy was waving to his friends, and the next, he was lying in the street. I heard the screech of brakes and a loud crash. The car’s windscreen was completely shattered. People were screaming and crying, and without thinking, I ran into the street, knelt down beside him, and called 911.

You never know when something might happen. An ordinary day can turn into a tragedy. November 8, 2016, was that kind of day. My dad was deer hunting so that afternoon it was just me and my mom.I was getting ready for gymnastics practice when my mom got a call. The caller ID read “Community Memorial”. I could hear the fear in my mom's voice as she picked up the phone. “H-hello?” she said. I waited nervously as my mom spoke to the hospital. Five minutes later she hung up the phone. “Your dad fell 13 feet out of his tree stand while he was hunting. He called 9-1-1 and is at Community Memorial right now” my mom said. At that point I didn’t know how serious the injuries were. “Is he ok?” I asked.

I remember lying there while lights were flashing all around me and the ambulance crew were shinning a light in my eye just to keep me conscious. Craig, Scott, and I where all sent to Hillsborough Community Hospital in separate ambulances. With sirens blaring and lights reflecting off cars as we passed at amazing speeds, I just stared at the ceiling

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.

I come from a big family with many loving aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. As I was standing there all alone I thought back to the time when I got to spend a week with Fran. Almost a year ago to the date, most of the family was together for my other uncle's wedding. All the cousins sat at the same table and we had such a good time together. He was a busy person, he

Bride's Magazine has released The Number, and it's big enough to send loan officers cartwheeling down the street yelling yahoo.

My brother at this point was screaming bloody murder. I start screaming and crying and everything was just a mess. My mom tried to get our attention and we just keep screaming. My mom takes off her seat belt and turn around and loudly ask “Is everyone okay.” There was no response just screaming. I finally took deep breaths and started to calm down and she ask me again “Are you okay, are you hurt.” I respond with yelling, “I dont know,” as im still crying. I see a truck stop and comes up to us and ask “Is everyone okay, no one is hurt right?” My Mom talks to him and all of a sudden I see flashing red lights and sirens. The police jump out of their car and run towards us. They reach for my hand and help me get out of the car, and does the same for everyone else. I look around on the bridge and I see glass everywhere. My mom calls my dad and tells him everything that just happened and he rushes as fast as we can to make sure everyone is okay. “I feel a little bit dizzy,” I tell my Dad and the officer. We take a walk around the car and look at the back and it is all smudged in. “At least no one was in the wayback.” My mom says thinking on the bright side. If my sister and my Dad would have been in the car I would have been sitting in the back and that would have been rough I think to myself. My mom reaches for the handle to open the trunk and she starts taking the chairs out and surprisingly there were no damage to the

“KEVIN...JOHN!”, I screamed as loud as I could, knowing well he won’t hear me. The snow was too thick. I was trapped and only my head was above the surface. Panic was setting in and I realized I may not make it out alive. Just to think two days ago I was having the time of my life with my best friends. It all began where there is no snow, in my home town of Tucson, Arizona. One week before the accident we had all still been in school, talking our mouths off about what will be doing for winter break. While everyone was bragging about some sunny beach on one side of the nation, we were talking about the powder coated slopes of freezing cold Colorado. We had always wanted to take a road trip together ever since we were

My whole life, up until I was eighteen years old, I had no idea what it was like to lose a close friend. On June 9th, 2015, I experienced the feeling of true sorrow and pure love. I still remember this day as if it were yesterday. My misunderstanding of this feeling had all changed the day I heard Skyler was killed. It was a Tuesday morning and I was at the Paulding County Fair. As my brother Bailey and his girlfriend Estee approached me, I knew something wasn’t in shape. They said, “Brooke, something really bad has happened.” And I replied, “What?” They responded, “Skyler was killed in an accident this morning. He struck a telephone pole and rolled his truck into a tree and was killed instantly.” The information they told me has changed my life in many ways. It has shaped me and made me respect not only my life more, but also the lives of my friends and family that I love and care for the most.

As a symbol of long lasting commitment to your one true love until death do us part. My great grandmother’s wedding ring has been passed down and is currently in my mother's possession since she is the oldest daughter. I hope that on my wedding day the ring will be passed down to me even though my sister is the oldest between the two of us. It’s very special to me because I love nothing more then imagining my own wedding someday in the near future and hope this heirloom that signifies long lasting love and commitment is passed down to me.

We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened.