My Best Friend's Deadly Car Accident

The death of a loved one is not something that is easy to live through. For Cheryl Strayed that was no different, but Strayed used it as her driving force at a chance to pursue her dreams as well as an opportunity make her grieving heard. She battle with the death of her mother as well as her whole life being turned upside down as acknowledged in, “I’d find my strength again, far from everything that had made my life ridiculous” (Strayed 57). One thing that did not change throughout it all was that she still enjoyed literature and her dream to pursue to be a well know writer. Throughout her entire journey of the PCT she continued to read and to expand on her knowledge, not only about the PCT but as well as about herself which is addressed in “Even the Faulkner novel had more right to be in my pack, if only because I hadn’t read it and therefore it could be explained as entertainment. I’d read The Dream of a Common Language so often that I’d practically memorized it” (Strayed 60). Her mother’s passing was her reason for embarking on such an unknown adventure, which in return was her driving force behind putting out her book in order to prove to people that if you are in a dark place in your life it does not always stay that way.

So now I deserve to hear your story.” “Okay,” he said, “I just turned “24” three weeks ago.” “Cool,” she interrupted, “go on.” “I found out i got this job last week and was told to come into work today, that I already would know what to do, but I have no idea what I’m doing this job was a favor from my old boss. He was with me when I lost this bad boy.” He was showing his prosthetic leg, and said, “I lost it in an accident.” “Oh really must have been an accident then to have lost your leg.” She said with a face that seemed slightly weirded out. He told her the story about how he lost it trying to keep the truck from rolling off the hill and how the electric co-op paid his bills and him the rest of his salary for the year then gave him the job he currently has now, and her response was. “Wow you are kind-of amazing, but you never told me how you actually came to work for the co-op in the first place.” Then he said, “well to be honest I guess it is because I really liked electrical classes in school.” he was interrupted by the waiter bringing their

I retreated to the waiting room where my parents sat hopefully, hope which does not exist. I couldn’t bear to tell them, my parents whom have cared for me and love me, I can’t bear to see them worried. “I consulted with the doctor, I have decided to have part of my leg amputated.” I said this as calmly and confidently as I could, as if I had chosen to do this, hoping they would think it was my choice and diminish their distress with such a procedure. My father and mother stood up, smiling at me, a smile I will never forget.

911- That is on the 105th floor of the northwest corner correct? Melissa Harper – Yes! I-I can 't see anymore! 911- You can 't see? Melissa Harper – N-no I cant! 911- Alright, you will be ok. Melissa Harper – Miss, there is one more person in the office and... we... are really not ready to die! Please, please just send someone! 911- I know, I am trying my best to get all apparatuses there. I am letting them know where you are, please stay on the line. The poor girl whimpers in fear as she feels the building shake. Melissa Harper – Please hurry! She starts to cry heavily, the other person there watching the

When I was a child, I dreamt about being a doctor helping others. I knew at the early age of 7 that I wanted to make a difference in others’ lives. After the death of my mother in 1999, I slowly changed my mind about what I wanted to do with my life. I told myself that I would do whatever it took to help bring justice for families that go through what I went through with the death of my mother. As I was going through college I realized that criminal justice wasn’t for me after working in the field. I sat there one day wondering what I would do next and I realized I have a passion for helping others; and I love babies, so why not use that to my advantage. That is how I ended up here at Southern Careers Institute pursuing a career in the

The 20-year-old police officer, Jimeleta, had no connection, but she cared for her best (and only) friend, Zacethine, so she cared for whoever her friend cared for. They were in a psychiatric hospital, because Zacethine’s husband, Ted, was freaking out after he witnessed a horrible murder that even the cops weren’t allowed to see until the cleanup crew came.

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

“M-m-my mom, she passed out and won’t respond,” I said trying to keep myself steady.

lost a lot of blood.” “Oh my gosh, she’s that bad?” ask Pam. “Yes, I’m afraid to tell you that she was sexually assaulted multiple times and badly beaten, looking at her wounds, she’s been out in the woods for days because she’s very dehydrated, whoever did this probably thought she was dead, but when she was brought in to us she still had a pulse.” “So, is she going to make it?” “At this time like I said, she’s very critical, we’re doing everything we can to save her, but we have to just pray.” “I can’t believe this, who would do this.” “Well Maam, if you have any concerns or if you need to ask me any questions ask the nurse to page me.” “Thank you Doctor.” “You’re quite welcome.” The Doctor got up and walked away. After the Doctor walked

I got a call one cold, dreary winter night as I was laying beneath the covers on my bed while watching Greys Anatomy. As the phone rang, I didn’t care to answer but the second I hit accept I heard my mother on the other line in a panic. I didn’t think much of it because my mother was the type of person to over exaggerate the little things such as not putting your drink on a coaster. As I waited in silence to hear what my mother said, I could hear my dad screaming in the background. That’s when my mother told me to come to the hospital that something atrocious had happened to my sister. I dropped the phone to the floor and scrambled to the door leaving it wide open. When I got there, I walked up to the front desk as I stumbled walking in. The lady at the counter led me to my sisters room which felt like a million miles away. As I approached my sisters room, I saw the consternation in my mother 's eyes, and the way my dad was refusing to leave the hospital room but being dragged out by some of the doctors. As I looked through the window to where Bria’s body was, I saw it

“She’s going to be mad, I really hope you know what you’re doing girl.” said Lisa. “I do.” Lisa and the crew left. Angelica sat in the waiting room, praying that Nine is okay. Hours had passed, Angelica dosed off, while sleeping the Doctor and the police walked up to her and said, “Excuse me Ma'am, Are you related to the deceased?” “Deceased.” said Angelica. The police said, “Maam, Are you related to her?” “No I’m not, I’m just a friend.” “Well, Maam it was brought to our attention that the deceased was brought in by you and other females, Where are the rest of the females who brought her in?” ask the police. “They left.” answered Angelica. “Maam, Come with us, we need to ask you a couple of questions.” said the officer. “I can’t, I have to get home.” said Angelica. “Please, come with us now, if you refused to come with us and answer a couple of questions we’ll be forced to hold you for 24 hours.” Angelica got up and followed the police officer to the

They had caught me watching them, and demanded that I tell them why. When I couldn’t do that, they broke my leg. My mother didn’t have money to take me to the hospital, so she had a friend of hers try to fix it. Now I walk with a limp.

So I got up and slowly tried to put weight on it but just the littlest amount of pressure was to much. So off we went to the hospital in Winchester. When we got there my mom went and got me a wheelchair so I wasn’t hopping into the hospital. When we got to my hospital room the nurse was asking if I wanted any drugs to help with the pain and I said, “ No it doesn’t hurt.” After a while they came and got me for my x-rays and the nurse wheeled me into this dark room, and there it was the x-ray machine with a metal table under it for me to sit on. The nurse helped me on to the table and the nurse adjusted my foot for the x-rays. After the x-rays she helped me back on to the wheelchair and wheeled me back to my hospital room and then helped me on the bed to wait for the results. It was probably ten to twenty minutes my parents and I waited. Finally the doctor walked in and told us that I had three broken bones in my foot, and in my head my head I thought to myself, there goes my

They swarmed around me. The tears felt like fire. I heard worried, faint murmurs. “she's not going to make it”, and they're reassuring my crying, helpless parents, “she's going to be alright”. Even though I was so young, I thought that this was it. The fear. The pain. The sorrow. The memories still haunt me to this day.

Grief is like weather. Some days are cold, wet and stormy, while the other days are bright warm and sunny. Today like most days its storming. I lost my heart, my life, my boyfriend to five bullets 1,327 days ago. Not only have I lost all hope but I forgot how to love so deep. Experiencing the passing of my boyfriend was never easy. I knew the love was always true from all the wonderful times we had, to the phone calls, until the funeral. I knew he was always the one who had my back. Dealing with the death of my boyfriend Dante’ was never easy but his spirit presence helps to persevere though life daily challenges.