Essay Life Changingsurviving Life's Unexpected Events

We started speeding down the road to meet the ambulance. Upon meeting them I was rushed to Wilcox Memorial Hospital, bumping my dad from the operating room right before he his knee surgery. I wasn't suspected to make it, as I had lost seventy percent of my blood. But somehow, with the help of God, I underwent several surgeries and within the next few days I was stabilized and discharged from the hospital.

Going up the hill i was fine, but making my way down i looked back to check on my little brother when I lost control of the wheel and slid off the motor scooter. My brother rushed back to my house to get my mother, when she arrived i was unconscious. She called 911, the paramedics noticed that their was something wrong with the way my body was aligned. They cut off my helmet and loaded me onto the stretcher and into the

Then I fell asleep since it was fairly late at night, if I remember right it was around 10 PM which I wasn’t use to being up that late then especially that I was just a small child then. Then when I woke up I was being taken out of the ambulance. I remember being even more worried because they said I didn’t have to worry but having to be in an ambulance does not help the situation.

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.

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 remember when I was 16, my dad hired a landscaper to cut the grass around our house. That worker got injured while he was mowing the lawn. The lawnmower got stuck in the grass and while he was trying to get it out it wounded his leg. The wound was bleeding badly so I immediately ran back to the house and brought some sterile gauze and a bandage. First, I covered the wound with the sterile gauze then I applied high pressure directly on it. I kept pressuring steadily until the bleeding stopped, then I wrapped the bandage around the wound tightly. I wanted to take him to the hospital to make sure that everything is alright but he refused to go and wanted to complete the task. Ten minutes later, he felt dizzy and nausea so I decided to seek medical

They said, “You got very lucky except just a few broken bones and some metal from the plane went through your right leg.” They also said, “You will probably lose your leg.” Then we got to the hospital and they did some X-rays and then they said. “You should be walking in a few weeks with a fake leg to replace.” I had to stay at the hospital for three weeks and they sent me home in a wheelchair.

Hands were wrapped around my neck. I couldn 't breathe. I felt something touch my hand and I let out a sob. I tried to calm myself down. This isn’t going to happen again. I

There are many events that stand out in my life that were significant and helped me grow stronger. One of these events stands out in particular to me and had the greatest impact in my life. When I attended high school my focus was never on the academics but only on sports and having fun with my friends. I never payed attention for more than five seconds and failed to complete any type of work given to me. My lack of care for high school affected me on going to a four year college, playing a sport in college, and taking remedial classes.

As we patiently waited for the next gap between vehicles to pass. I felt like I had been in the truck for an hour when finally I looked up and saw the bright red and Wheeler sign saying, "Emergency Entrance" I sighed in relief and joy. When we entered, the nurse politely took me to an empty bed while my dad gave the secretary the proper information. I started to get very uncomfortable due to the long drawn out beeps from the heart monitor belonging to the elderly lady on the other side of the curtain. I thought she was going to croak at any moment. The nurse returned with a needle long enough to go through the top of my head to my stomach. "Whoa! What do you need that thing for?" I asked. The nurse replied, "We have to give you an IV so we can give you the proper pain killers needed to work on your shoulder." I hate needles with a passion, and this one looked like it could kill me. She took the needle and slowly stabbed it into my arm, making the needle disappear little by little. "Whew, not that bad," I thought. Using my new IV, they gave me some morphine in hope of relieving some of the pain, but their hopes were not fulfilled. In fact, it just made me feel like pain was fun. After this my mom showed up to confront me, while we waited for a doctor to see

The end of school came eventually, and I abandoned dreams of the sixth grade. Luckily, I was transferring to another elementary school, but this offered me little consolation. Only dummies have to repeat a grade.

There have been very few events throughout my lifetime that I feel have impacted or inspired me with such noteworthiness and that I know will change my outlook on the world and affect me forever. One of those events occurred when I traveled to Portugal, my parent’s homeland. From this excursion in 2007, I learned the importance of family, most importantly the distant kind. It provided me with a totally different perspective on the world and how large and extended one’s family can really be; even across cultures and continents. I felt so fortunate learning this lesson at a young age and growing to appreciate the ideals I was brought up with as a child. The family I have in Portugal has always been there; however, their faces have aged and

I thought we were going to spin out or that someone from behind would back end us. Luckily My mom took control immediately and we pulled not far from the crash. We were okay, shaken, but okay. I saw a few other cars coming over to the side and try to help, I remember seeing a grey Toyota Corolla pulling over with a woman in a business pants suit rushing out her with a cell phone in her hand. The SUV was completely wrecked and I didn’t know the condition of the driver. I saw a California Highway Patrol Officer who must have seen the whole thing because he was driving down the other side traffic lights blazing, calmly speaking through his radio for backup.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

             A week prior, I got into a bus accident in Tanzania. I was delivering a bag full of medical supplies to a rural hospital. A tropical storm hit the night before, making the gravel road slippery. My vehicle lost control and slammed into a palm tree. I hit the front seat hard, and a dental pick pierced through my backpack, slicing my arm. I bled profusely. The next day, I flew back to Washington, D.C. only to discover boils on my body.