It Was A Cool Day

As we drove up, we saw our navy blue Subaru Legacy have the front just broken and the back of a 1974 Ford Ranger with a broken back light and some scratches. The Rangers forest green paint job looking spectacular, except for the area my sister hit it. My sister was over on the sidewalk looking sick and terrified. She was as pale as a paper. We asked a plethora of questions. My parents asked the kind senior man about his insurance information and the steps my family was going to do solve the issue. The man was kind and nice and was happy to help, but I was angry. After knowing that my sister was safe, I was angry that she was that unaware. The glass from her light and other objects filled the side of the road. I picked them up and noticed that there was a wire coming from a broken piece of glass. I told my father and he said to just leave it be, the

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

It was the first day of Deej Logan’s senior year, on her way home after school she started texting. Deej slammed her car into the back of a school bus going 63 miles per hour on cruise control. As for the 2 students and bus driver were injury free, she was not. Her father was stuck in the traffic of his own daughters wreck. Knowing this is a road she travelled on, he got out of the car to get details on the accident, and was told to go back to his vehicle. When an officer came back to his car and asked him for his I.D, Matt Logan said, “he didn’t need to say a word,” “It was extremely obvious that it was indeed my daughter.” Deej did not make it and her dad said she died without really knowing what ever happened. After

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.

It started on April 23, 2006 around 11:15 a.m. The wind was calm, it was cloudy and humid, and the warm air was finally kicking in. Around 32nd and Halsted, we heard a loud crashing sound.We ran toward the noise and found a cloud of smoke surrounding a totaled white Range Rover truck. As the smoke cleared, I realized a woman was hurt inside. However, her heart was still beating slowly. Immediately I called 911 and ensured an ambulance and police would arrive shortly. While taking her last breaths, she murmured a word I could not make out. It almost sounded like alley.

The five teenagers were in a Honda Civic. The driver of the car was going over 90 MPH, lost control of the car and hit another car. Two more teens were seriously injured in the accident. The crash changed the family members of the teens' lives forever. The driver of the crash was charged with reckless driving and served 13 years in prison.

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.

April 12th, 2012 is a night I will never forget. I was awoken by my dispatcher around midnight and asked to respond to a fatal crash in Talladega, Alabama. I was the on call Traffic Homicide Investigator that night and always dreaded those calls. This one would be particularly challenging because I was informed it involved children. On this night, Kenneth Latham chose to ingest several prescribed (narcotic) medications and operate his vehicle. He left his home in a fit of rage after arguing with his daughter over a ham sandwich. Several witnesses called 911 to report his erratic driving over a 20-mile stretch of county roads and highways. Evidence showed that Mr. Latham ran off the road at least a half-dozen times before hitting the Ramirez family head-on. Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez died instantly. They had four children in the back seat that were critically but not fatally injured. Due to the damage, it took emergency responders almost an hour before the bodies could be removed from the vehicle. It was at this moment that we realized Mrs. Ramirez was pregnant. Because of the lack of oxygen for an extended time, doctors were not able to save the unborn baby. Kenneth Latham showed no remorse and only chose to comment on the immigration status of the

My husband and were almost killed in a car accident as passengers. Our friend's dad was driving, and his son was in front passenger seat, as we were in the back passenger seats. His son, our friend, was killed in the accident. The accident happened late 2013.

Bob’s family may have some shock and disbelief that he was involved in an accident. This may be due to the fact that Bob has had so many years of experience driving and also teaching people to drive safely. Furthermore, they may be surprised that he injured someone else. They will be happy that Bob did not injury himself though.

Call The Police: Do not drive away from the scene of an accident, even if the damage is minor. Instead, pull over to a safe place—if the car is still operable—and call the police. If anyone has sustained injuries, call 911. Otherwise, call the local police station. An officer will

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.

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

It didn't take too long for someone to come to the rescue. It was Allie, our brand new neighbor. She told me that she was on the phone with her boyfriend at the time and then heard me crying. “Ryan, a little girl just fell in our driveway and is crying. What do I do?”

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.