I Was A Car Accident

On a cold winter, rainy night while driving from one duty station to the next was where my vehicle spun around, flipping, tossing and causing my life to unfold and facing a loss like no other. The turmoil of life hit me hard just from this single tragedy alone. My vehicle was totaled, I loss conscious and was rushed to the hospital. Never expected such an incident to occur so abruptly and rob me of all my self-worth. I’ve became someone, someone incapacitated, not able to function like I normally should.

Five years ago, my mother had a brain aneurysm that she shouldn’t have survived. It was traumatic and damaging and to this day she still isn’t right. The point i’m trying to make is that no matter how much you want time to stay the same, it doesn’t. Many mistakes have been made since then, and a lot has been learned. I wouldn’t want to repeat the past if my life depended on it. After my mother had two major heart defects by the time the brain aneurysm occurred I wasn’t ready to give up my mom. We found out just a short time later that it could’ve been prevented if she would’ve made better choices in her life. My life five years ago was undeniably the worst part of my eighteen almost nineteen years on this earth. I stayed in a hospital waiting room for three months just looking for a sign she would wake back up. No one’s ever said why a waiting room is actually called a waiting room. It’s called this because you are waiting on the rest of your life to unfold, waiting to find out if you’ll ever speak to someone again, just waiting on an answer. It is horrifying to walk down a hallway squeezing your brother’s hand so hard he has to tell you to loosen up all to sit in a waiting room and wait on your fait. So my life was not at all glamorous but it got me where I am today, so really I can’t complain. What made me happy after that was watching my mother wake up and finally life started to get back

On May 11th 2013, my grandma passed away due to pancreatic cancer. A little later that year on September 25th, my mom received a call from my aunt in Guam that my dad had passed away in his sleep. Then on May 14th 2014, my grandpa passed from complications of an allergic reaction to a medication. So within a year, I was left to deal with three immediate family deaths, one right after another. Losing such important figures in one’s life could leave someone depressed and unmotivated to move on with their own life and to rise above those challenges is difficult, yet possible. During this time of hardship, I grew discouraged and saddened, but over time I became motivated to set aside these struggles and make a change.

After the accident I expected William to run off into the woods like a scared, traumatised little boy. But he didn’t. He stayed. The doctors told me that I had a seventy percent chance of ever walking again. Depression enveloped me like a shroud of darkness and William was the pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel. Everyday I endured immense pain, both physically and mentally. At the hospital there was a nurse named Misha, he was a religious man and his kindness radiated wherever he went. One night when it was particularly hard, he prayed. I don't know if there is a God or if it was just my own determination and trust, but slowly after a vast amount of physical therapy and days where I couldn’t move from

I remember thinking about how fortunate I was for having none of my family members to die from cancer. It was just another late night of working hard in the laboratory trying to find something. It was precisely 10 o’clock at night where I had never felt so accomplished. I had finally done it, I found the cure to cancer. At first I couldn’t believe my eyes when I had been reading the chart, but when I gave the antibodies to cancer patients their symptoms left and their cancer had been cured. I was 35 when I had found the cure and I lived in Iowa City, which is where I met my wife. I called my wife, Selena, and told her about my discovery and she started crying. It was a different type of cry..no it wasn’t tears from joy, it was tears from sadness. I asked Selena why she was crying. That day was never forgotten, not because of my discovery, but of the news that my wife told me. Our son passed away that afternoon from Lung Cancer. I was devastated. I went into a deep depression and I kept asking myself, “why couldn’t you have found the cancer just a couple hours earlier.” My story was all over the news, for awhile I never cared about anything but my son. I had received an extremely high number of money. I didn’t care about money anymore. I gave over half of it to people who needed it more than I did. I didn’t feel like doing interviews until about 6 months after his death. I learned something from my experience, In order to achieve your goal, sacrifices will need to be made. I found the cure to the most deadliest thing in the world but I had lost my most prized

I could hear muted sobs as friends and family members began lashing out in tears. Yet, I stood still as ever as memories with my best friend began flashing in my head. I was best friends with a girl who lived right next door to me since birth. We told secrets and laughed with one another since the day I can recall my earliest memory as a child. It was unfortunate to see it all come to an end now that she was gone. All I saw was her lifeless body slowly turning pale on a stretcher stationed on her living room floor. This was one of those moments that makes you question how quickly life can take an unexpected turn. I wasn't willing to accept that

To this date, it was the worst phone call of my life. I was informed my father and stepmother were in a motorcycle accident in Florida where they retired for the winter. My stepmother was expected to have a painful, long recovery, as she suffered from multiple fractures to her face, a dislocated jaw, and pelvis that was broken in 3 places, plus many small cuts and bruises. My father, however, had not awakened after the accident and we should get to the hospital in Florida as soon as possible. My brother, his wife, and I booked flights and we were on our way they next day. It was not how I expected to spend Easter. The next four days were a blur. We met with doctors and nurses and didn’t feel like we had any answers to the real condition of our father. We knew of his injuries but not what they meant to his future. He had bruising between the hemispheres of his brain, on the outside of the brain, bruising on his brainstem, and multiple open fractures on the left side of his body. I couldn’t get any of his doctors to tell me their opinion on his prognosis. They would only say, “we need another 48 hours”. The only thing I could think was, “if you knew my dad, he would hate this. You life flighted him, now he’s hook to machinery to breath, and all he would have wanted was to have the ambulance run him over and put him out of his misery”. We knew my father’s wishes and they didn’t look anything like

One day, on a crisp summer evening, my two brothers had visited from sebring.My mother had told us to sit down on the couch and thats what we did. I knew something was wrong when my brothers looked at me worriedly...Logan started crying and I got really worried, then my mom began with the words “Olivia, I know you don't want to hear this but, i’m diagnosed with cancer”....she explained how she was diagnosed with it, she had a lot of tumors and a lump in her throat, I didn't believe this, my life had changed forever at that moment, I thought to myself, how was i going to cope with this? The change would be hard but maybe it will bring something good hopefully

When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.

Erick on the night of 10 9 you were involved in a forklift accidents with one of the support beams , upon inspection of the civilians videos we observed to use in your radio while operating the equipment seconds before impact we believe that using the Radio along with a fast acceleration was the main cause of the accident would like to remind you that while operating equipment you should be focused and equipment should be operated at a safe bass pase

It is amazing how your life can change in an instant. On the morning of August 22nd, 2016, I woke up feeling normal. I got my normal clothes on, went to school, and had an okay day. Everything was perfectly fine… until I looked at my phone, and I saw that I got a text from a group chat that was with my Springer Theatre Academy group from the summer that made the ground shift under my feet. The text said “Mr. Ron has been moved into hospice care.” I looked up at my father who could tell something was wrong and quietly said “Oh no…” I had never had someone that I was close to go into hospice, so this was a very overwhelming feeling. I knew that Ron Anderson had been diagnosed with inoperable Stage 4 pancreatic cancer two years before. I had

It’s October of 2014 and the job I found would change my life. I became a home health aide to a 17-year-old girl with a malignant brain tumor on her optic nerve. She was such an inspiration to me and made a difference to every person she spoke to. She became legally blind, weak on her right side and her speech became impaired. She was so simple with her requests usually being to count change or have a couple pieces of chocolate. She taught me what it means to fight every single day and how she truly appreciated the life she was given. I assisted her with making her signature star, heart and butterfly bracelets; watching someone create a bracelet using just one hand and her mouth to hold the string was remarkable. We gave her bracelets out to anyone she encountered and now people have them all over the world from wherever she traveled. It warmed my heart when she would call me her best friend and I believe that’s when I knew I was successful at working with her. I was there to laugh with her, cry with her when times got tough and I was by her side when she passed away in April. I learned that as a health care professional my job didn’t end when I

On a beautiful, hot day in August 2011, my grandfather, father, mother, brother, sister, and I all began our day of work. Natalie and I had been in argument over who got to sit in the "good" chair in the rusty corn building next to the grain bins. As I got angrier, I began to walk out the window-pane door suddenly my eyes filled with tears. I looked down and saw the gushing blood but I did not feel any pain. After I saw the blood I let out a

One major hardship in my life I was forced to overcome was the death of my good friend Anna. I will never forget the night of Anna’s car accident and how this news made me feel. On March 19, 2016, I went to bed not knowing I would be awoken to such tragic news. As my mom came into my room, crying, I knew something was awry. “Anna was in a car wreck tonight and they are not sure if she is going to make it,” she said. My heart skipped a beat. Within a few hours, we got word that Anna didn’t make it. The whole situation felt so unreal to me, and it wasn’t until school on Monday, it became real. The girl whom I shared so many laughs with was now an empty seat in my algebra class. Little did I know on that previous Friday, it would be the final time I would get the chance to talk to her. So what did I learned from this experience? The loss of Anna taught me to cherish every moment

On the day of April 6, 2010 I woke up, just like any normal day. The daylight quickly turned into sundown. It was a Sunday night just when I could barely see anything but heard all the commotion of wild animals outside. As I walked inside, I heard the telephone ring. My grandmother answered the continuous ringing of the phone. I could hear my great grandma through the phone. That night after the phone call I suffered a traumatic loss. This made me question everything about my life.