How To Go Sled

Tears poured down my face like I was in a rain forest, hugged my mom tightly as if she was a cuddly stuffed animal and I prayed, prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Not really knowing what was going on or what was going to happen. My sister arrived home, followed by my dad shortly after. While we waited to hear back from the hospital, we sat on the couch in the living room bawling our eyes out probably. Don’t worry, I will tell you about what is going on.

The remaining eighth hour and complete seventh hour, I spent contacting family members and telling them of my unfortunate news. My immediate family, my husband D, my mom, dad AC, brother Ambi, and my two sisters, Addi and Theve were the first to hear the news. They immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed over to the house. The conversation was sad and difficult for me because I did not want to tell them I was leaving them, but I had to.

I now am able to say that I love skiing. My uncle and I buy season passes to Chestnut Mountain every year, and go nearly every weekend of what feels like an incredibly short ski season. Two years after my first day of skiing, my uncle got me into ski racing at Chestnut Mountain. It is an amateur league called Nastar. Nastar consists of a starting gate at the top, many racing gates in the middle that you have to ski around, and a finish line at the end. It is very exhilarating as you ski your fastest and brush the gates with your body as you ski down.You can even earn a small bronze, silver, or gold medal if you get a fast enough time. Overall, I am very proud that I was able to conquer Rookie’s Ridge on day 1, and can safely say that skiing is my favorite thing to do in the

Three months later, we were arriving at the hospital for the surgery; as we walked in I started to cry and get more and more nervous.

I was barely crying until I was nearly 10 ft. away, then it hit me. It was the worst feeling of my life, I can’t explain it. I didn’t want to make a big scene so I made it quick and just turned and followed the family. We then walked out of the room as they were closing the lid and preparing the casket and Bob to go in the hearse. We all huddled together and moaned and expressed our emotions, the most we ever have.

    “Wake up Mommy,” said Taylor through her tears as she hugged my mom’s twitching body.

the earthquake finally stopped we decide to head back to our cabin. I was really sad when we

As I pulled the release, the sled jerked forward and I yelled the command. As soon as I told them to go, there was silence. All I could hear was the wind flying by my face. I was standing on my drag, clipping along at a fast pace up the hill. No matter how big the hill was, we were still going really fast up it. The dogs were excited and trying really hard to pull me and my sled up the hill. Then that was when i got to a difficult corner.

How many times have you enviously watched those skiers gliding down snow covered slopes, perfectly balanced and having the time of their lives? They make it seem effortless but in truth, every one of those seeming experts had to start from the basics.

called the hospital to see if they had her. They didn’t have her. I rushed to the hospital anyway. I found her luckily she is not dead. They took her in to the emergency room.

“Let's have another little race? Let’s see who can get to the bottom first, loser has to carry up the winner’s sled and second place has to carry up his own,” explained Luke, motioning to our sleds. We both nodded in approval. We ran back up the sledding hill to get ready to speed down again.

It was my mom's older sister, Chas. All I could hear was the mumbling of my aunt on the other end of the phone. My mom did not say much, and the phone call did not last long. My mom's face showed fear and anxiety, and instantly I knew it wasn't good news. "Trent was in a terrible accident this morning with a couple of friends out in Plainville," my mom said in dismay. She walked out to her car to charge her slowly dying phone because almost every item we owned was packed away in boxes. The house was quiet; the sound of the heat pumping away was evident. I did not know what to think; my dad and I just hoped my cousin Trent was going to be okay. My mom was outside sitting in her car waiting for a call back from her sister. My brother stood outside with her. I sat in the packed living room full of unopened boxes. My dad was in his room trying to forget about the uneasiness of what might happen. My ten-month-old baby brother was sound asleep along with my two-year-old little sister. She laid in her crib peacefully with her blanket snuggled up to her face

Later that evening we were driving to the hospital, it was 25 minutes away and

Joey and I waited for Layla and Shakiya to come over to his house. Once they came, we sat in Joey’s room for about thirty minutes, just trying to take in how overwhelmed we all are. We all talked about Tyler and Josh, and how much we loved them, and we talked about hoping

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.