I Am Grateful For What You Have Your Life

When I was in first grade I witnessed a motorcycle accident outside my elementary school. A man had been riding, without a helmet or jacket, and hit a bump. All I remember was the bike flying into the air then into a nearby front yard and the man disappearing. I was so close to it I could see everything that happened. Everyone started screaming and rushing around. The man had slid under a car that was pulling out of the school parking lot and was stuck under the rear wheel. Later I learned he had an acute subdural hematoma and the car was still on his chest. They tried to lift the car off of him, but he immediately started chocking on blood, resulting in them leaving the car on top of him until emergency response came. He was eventually taken to the hospital via helicopter.

I woke up looking around not knowing what was going on. I looked around realizing that I was in an unknown bed. Panicking at first I tried to find my bearings, but I calmed down quickly as I watched my mother walk into the room.

I must acknowledge I do not exactly remember. It was during a Field Hockey game where we had no substitutes and the other team was brutal. In total I was collided with three times that game. The first blow was insignificant. The other girl only bumped the side of my head. The second and third time occurred virtually simultaneously. An aggressive girl and I both went for the ball at the same time and rammed my head straight on and she pushed me back then so I clobbered onto the ground, smacking the back of my head on the ground. After the girl was carded for rough play I continued to stay in the game because as I said earlier, we had no substitutes. I continued on the field, very confused, and quite nauseous. After the game I told my coach how I felt. She did not give much attention to the problem because she did not believe I was hit that hard. Going home, I called my father to tell him how I felt. My speech was slurred and my thinking process was not clear. I could not tell him what happened in straight sentences. I had long pauses in between my single thoughts. Getting home that night my parents still pushed me to do my Calculus homework. Looking at the textbook, I was completely lost. Even more lost than normal. I could barely remember what the equations and symbols meant. The next day I went to the doctors and I left with an official diagnosis of a

When I regained consciousness, I tried to open my eyes to check my surroundings. However, being so long in darkness, I could hardly see anything. By the stench and the "beep... beep... beep..." sound around me, I knew where I was. A while later, my eyes got used to the bright light and could see much more clearly. The first thing I saw was a doctor looking into my eyes very closely. When I moaned at him, he backed up and smiled. " You will be fine. Just a little painful; doesn't bother too much," he said. Then he turned to my mother, and they chatted for a while. Before he left the room, he turned to me again, "Rest some more." He smiled again and closed the door. His smile was so warm, but not as warm as my mother's. My mother walked up to me, and she pulled a chair and sat down. I was too afraid to look into her eyes; she would be so disappointed because I crashed the brand new car. It seemed like my head weighted 20 kilograms, and I could not pull it up. I

A couple years back when my mother had back surgery, I would always help her up, which I seemed pretty good at, because she would always say, “Whenever you help me I can never feel it. You are really good at this.” At that time it had gone in one ear and out the other. That’s not until two years ago when my grandmother was really sick, so we had to stay days with her because she couldn’t be by herself. She was sleeping the whole day, so something just told me to wake her up. After I woke her up, she sat up for a few minutes. My family gave her some medicine and then her eyes started rolling behind her head, and she was unresponsive. At that time I rushed and called 911. The whole time I felt as if I was in a daze. At that

I woke up the next morning in my tent that had been reserved for me because I was a doctor. This morning's breakfast

My heart was throbbing, heavily and I could feel my body shutting down, my vision was getting hazy. And then suddenly I heard the sirens of the ambulance and two paramedics got down to our rescue as I fell unconscious.

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

My head felt as if it was too explode, blood was dripping down from my forehead, and a throbbing pain was coming from my leg. At first I had no idea where I was or what was happening. In the distance I could hear a scream, although it was fading and my eyesight was blurry. I tried to stand up as I remember but I was not able too. I kept wondering to myself if this was a dream, but I felt pain. Terrible pain. How could I feel this much pain if it was a dream. Then all at once it came back to me. The memory, the fear, the frightfulness, the nervousness, and the sadness.

I thought that it took having things like a big house, or a really nice car to be happy. But from what I have learned this semester in English, that is no longer the case. From reading the books Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s nest by Ken Kesey, and watching The Pursuit of Happyness if people enjoy what they are doing with their life, they will be happy.

We had this playset that had a bar on the left side to do flips on. On the other side there was a climbing rope, and in the front there were two swings. My brother and I came up with a game to see who could get over the bar fastest by doing a flip. So the first few times I did it I was fine, I grabbed the bar put my stomach on it and spun down. My brother and I took turns and on my 3rd turn I must not have done it correctly, but either way I hit my head on it right below my eyebrow. I fell on the ground and held my hand to my eye, by then I started crying because of shock. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt that bad, but it was just throbbing. My brother came over and told me to move my hand so he could look at it when I did he looked worried, he told me that we had to go in the house right away. I had blood all over the palm of my hand and on the right side of my face. He helped me up and walked there with me to the house.

Everything around went blank and the only scene that I could see was my hands, compressing on this man’s chest. For what feels like hours, was only a minute when my partner and the paramedic came into the room and told me to switch out doing compressions with them. Within an instant, four other paramedics come in the room. One medic instructed me to go get information off of his wife. Without hesitation, I went to

I was getting ready to go to bed and I was so excited because of the new year about to come. I was running to my room hoping to go to bed so the next morning it would be a new year and also my mom told me to go to bed anyway. I got my pajamas on and i dove into my bed, I hit my head on the headboard and It was bleeding really bad. We went straight to the doctor's office and I had to go to a room where you get injuries checked, I laid down, my parents had told the nurse what happened, and then the nurse gave me a shot to numb it, the nurse got her tools and stitched

Reality set in at this moment and I raced over to my brother and embraced him to let him know everything was ok. He looked up at me and asked me if dad was going to die. I remember fighting back my tears and telling him that our daddy was super strong like a superhero and that he was going to be just fine. After a distressing three hours passed I was finally allowed to go back and see my dad. He was lying in a bed almost lifeless. At that moment, they did not know if he was going to have brain damage or if he was going to live through the night. He was covered from head to toe in blood, cuts, and bruises. I could overhear my mom yelling at a nurse at the station asking why they weren’t doing surgery or helping my dad. The nurse asked her to calm down and explained that the head injury my dad suffered from being thrown into a metal telephone pole was extensive and the doctor was examining the x-rays before they could do

I woke up not knowing where I was questioning everything that was going on. I was surrounded by doctors i had seen previously at the rehab center, when they had realized I had opened my eyes a few of them began to shout he’s awake. After hearing them scream that I looked over and there was Addison laying in the bed next to me with tubes hooked up to him. I tried to sit up but couldn’t, there was this sharp pain in my hip. The doctor rushed over and said “Don’t try to sit up, everything is okay son.” I began to ask what was wrong with Addison but all they kept on saying was “He’s fine don’t worry about him.” The doctor were examining me as I was laying there, they checked my ears, my mouth, and my eyes and documenting all of it. Later that night