Motorcycle Crash

The next four days in the hospital allowed me to regain myself, and I remember my mother and father visiting me filled with

As I took those few daunting steps from the elevator doors to through the white frosted doors of the Ear, Throat, Nose Surgical Ward, I thought to myself It’s time to grow up Emma! I remember stepping into a room about the size of a small classroom and going straight into a gross brownish-puke lumpy chair and sitting down on my everso shaking hands to conceal from both my mom and dad who stood up at the big front desk talking to middle age woman sitting behind it. I was only able to see the top half of her face, which reminded me of Wilson from Home Improvement. When they were done my parents came to sit down with me. My mom on my right and my dad next to her. After what felt like hours of waiting...and waiting...and waiting, a middle aged

I was four year old little boy anxiously waiting for my dad and grandpa with my first dirt bike. When they did come home my grandpa said “So this is what it feels like in the middle of the summer in Friendswood, TX.” The day a Fifty four speed red Honda dirt bike changed my life.

As I grow up, the rides become less frequent. I became more engaged with Uber cars, my cult of friends, and our daily cups of teas drank while musing over internet phenomenons. Nevertheless, I still step on the fat motorcycle whenever I can, just so I can hug mom and look at the city I love. While riding the Might One II, Che Guavara realized the perils of inequality South American and returned home to start a revolution; while on mom's fat motorcycle I realized how my home city had revolutionized the definition of diversity and the person I am

I laid in bed that night as I listened to my mom cry. She was holding my sister in the room next to me. We all had just gotten home after weeks of surgery and bed rest. Everything was supposed to be over and we were told that recovery would be soon. I was grateful at how my surgery had gone so well but confused why my sisters had not. Along with wondering if Maggie would ever be okay again.

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Back in the surgery room, I sit in the chair, the nurse starts putting the I.V and doctor puts it in my arm. He says “wow got the needle in first try today, the other two patients I had to try more than one. Your veins just pop and show up well.” The nurse then puts a mask over my nose, as if it were laughing gas, but not. I begin to tear up, she thinks i'm crying, but I’m not it’s just the air in the mask blowing in my eyes causing them to water. I become sleepy and fall asleep, but not knocked out because when the doctor starts pulling on my teeth I wake up, and he’s says “nope she’s not out yet.”

The bike that I was riding started to turn as I steered my bike handlebars left. During the summer of 2011, my cousins and my family vacationed in Truckee, CA (near Lake Tahoe) for a couple of days. At around 7:45 PM, my Dad decided to take me on a memorable evening bike ride throughout the forested alpine area. Soon, the various pine and aspen trees gave way to a clearing when my Dad and I rode around a turn. For what seemed like an eternity, we rode our bikes until we overlooked a steep hill of a considerable size.

Bastrop residents Billy Wayne and Natalee Jean Funderburgh were killed in the early morning hours of June 26, when the Harley-Davidson motorcycle they were riding was struck by a 2004 Kia Optima driven by Rodolfo Campuzano of Spicewood.

The woman was just needing to sit in the room while I’m assuming her husband was in surgery as well. My mom exchanged a few words with her before I started being fidgety. Although I was drinking cup after cup of coffee, I was still so tired and so was my sister. We both took an opportunity to crawl into the chairs and take a nap. It was easier for some, but others had too much on their minds. Others being me...even though I was 13 when I spent the day in the hospital, let’s just say one of my traits is worrying. That’s what I did. I worried. I didn’t try to act like I knew everything was going to be okay because I couldn’t just make that decision. Yes, I wanted everything to be ok, but I wasn’t a doctor I didn’t know the specifics I didn’t know the test results for anything, didn’t understand the numbers on the monitors. I just had to take my parent’s word for it, I had nothing else to go

That’s just the way life is. I got to the operating room and changed into the hospital gown. I always hated the hospital gowns. There were closed from the front but open from the back. It just didn’t make sense to me. Sitting on the hospital bed, I was so nervous. The nurse even noticed and gave me some medication to calm down my nerves. I always wanted to be a nurse when I grow up. I started to think if I can ever actually fulfill that dream, but I had faith in God and knew he wouldn’t let me down. The nurse told me she can see me as being a nurse because I love to help people. The medication didn’t seem to work so well especially when you’re almost going to have an open heart surgery. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening to me again. It felt like a dream, I dream that I wanted to just wake up from so badly. I started to imagine myself sitting home watching TV like a normal teenage girl with nothing to worry about but homework and drama. I knew I had no way out of this though. It’s now or never, I thought to myself. My father held my hand and said, “come on sweetie, you can do this”. I kissed my parents goodbye and couldn’t help but cry. I started to think to myself that this may be the last time that I’ll ever see there beautiful faces. I trusted my surgeon with my life because this isn’t the first time he has done this to me before. He told me that he always loved seeing my face v\because I was all smiles but this was such a fake smile I had on. My

The day of my surgery came it started at 7:30am so I wasn’t able to eat breakfast, but that wasn’t the sad part I was missing the first day of 4th grade! I got to the hospital as scared as I could be. While walking, the sun’s rays reflected off one of the hospital’s windows and landed right in my face. What a day I thought. When we got in the building a doctor took my mom and I straight up to a room. They had to put a whole bunch of tubes in me through shots. I HATE SHOTS!! When it was time they took me to a room full of people. One of them took my finger and put tape around it, so I think it was taped. That was the last thing I remember before my world turned black.

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Riding my bike was an everyday thing for me. I'd wake up every morning, brush my teeth, put on my helmet, and start my adventures with Purple, and nothing about it was ever wrong. I loved the soft wind that brushed against my face as I pedaled smoothly along the slick dirt road. The nice people that waved, spoke, or even threw me a smile as I passed by gave me a magnificent feeling that I could never quite find anywhere else. I'd see the same plumped, green leafed trees with beautiful light-colored flowers that seemed as if they were trying to invade the grass' space. The wind would make the windmills dance as if they were listening to Beethoven. The bright, yellow sun beaming on my skin, and the smell of earth all made my heart smile with such joy. Since I wasn’t accepted at home, my bike rides always gave me a way to escape anything negative going on in my life. The rides were

Harley Davidson was founded in Milwaukie, Wisconsin in 1903, and has been manufacturing motorcycles continuously since conception (Harley Davidson DVD, 2008). The company is now one of the world’s largest motorcycle manufacturers and controls 26% of all motorcycle sales in the USA, and a massive 50% of the heavyweight segment (Armstrong & Kotler, p129). The Harley Davidson name is an incredibly strong brand in the world today. Not many people in western culture could hear the name Harley Davidson and not conjure up thoughts of the powerful, throaty sounding machines carrying their riders across the country. One rider describes the feeling of freedom a Harley Davidson motorcycle inspires as having “the road to yourself” (Harley Davidson