My Experience : The Scariest Days Of My Life

Five days had passed this time since anyone had heard from my mother. I remember praying to God to protect her from harm and for me to find her. The next day she showed up, but not in the way we had hoped. One morning as I was getting ready for school my sophomore year in high school, my phone rang to the voice of my stepfather. My stepfather had told me he heard a call come over the dispatch scanner at his work and my mother’s name was mentioned. The sheriff had informed my stepfather that my mother had been involved in an accident. My stepfather asked me to go to the emergency room and see what condition my mother was in because he lived a half hour away from the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital I found my mother cut out of her clothes, covered in her own urine, massive amounts of blood all over her body, and lying lifeless on life support on the table. At this point, no one knew whether my mother would be okay. My mother had bleeding on the brain as well as a tear in her shoulder, a shattered face, and a chest tube draining fluid from her lung which had collapsed. All I could do was pray! My mother’s life was in God’s hands now. Three days later she woke

You never know when something might happen. An ordinary day can turn into a tragedy. November 8, 2016, was that kind of day. My dad was deer hunting so that afternoon it was just me and my mom.I was getting ready for gymnastics practice when my mom got a call. The caller ID read “Community Memorial”. I could hear the fear in my mom's voice as she picked up the phone. “H-hello?” she said. I waited nervously as my mom spoke to the hospital. Five minutes later she hung up the phone. “Your dad fell 13 feet out of his tree stand while he was hunting. He called 9-1-1 and is at Community Memorial right now” my mom said. At that point I didn’t know how serious the injuries were. “Is he ok?” I asked.

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

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was driving to Mount Shasta with my friend, Marley, and her parents for the weekend. It was about a four-and-a-half-hour car ride full of two eight year olds giggling in the back of the car and two parents blasting Disney radio in the front seats. Marley’s mom’s phone rings and she picks it up as we continue to sing our young hearts out to the Jonas Brothers. All of a sudden my friend and I hear her mother shriek with a pain we have never heard before. Her mother cries out, with tears bursting uncontrollably from her eyes. Marley and I go silent and wide-eyed with shivers down our spines. We had never seen a grown up act this way. She hits her husband’s bicep repeatedly rocking back and forth in her passenger seat screaming, “WHY!” Her husband is in the driver’s seat and he is pale. He is repeatedly yelling at his wife “What happened?” getting louder and louder. We are swerving off the highway to pull over and she yells “Dean died!” My friend and I look at each other. We didn’t know a Dean. The father forces his weight on the brake as we enter the shoulder of the highway, we jolt forward as our seatbelts lock. Marley’s mother immediately gets out and crawls into a fetal position on the curb. Her husband gets out of the driver’s seat and walks onto the highway, unfazed by the cars passing him on the freeway. Her parents talk for what felt like hours to us children sitting silently in the back

We had heard that I-10 heading west was a gridlock, so we were very grateful that my Dad knew to try Hwy 90. We never were stuck in traffic like others had, so I didn’t have to suffer a long boring car ride. Once we arrived at the hotel in Houston, my mom went to check us in while the rest of us stayed in the car. After about thirty minutes my mom returned to the car crying. She then explained to my dad that the hotel had over booked their rooms and gave our room away. When I saw my Mom crying, I started to wonder what was going on. At the age of five, I could not understand why all the hotel rooms were occupied and there were none available for us to stay in. I immediately became scared because I could see the look of fear on my parents’ faces and I knew that they weren’t sure what to do. It was now nine o’clock at night and my parents and myself were tired, and we didn’t know what to do next. My parents then decided that the best thing for us to do is to drive around Houston and hope we could find an available room. We finally found a room at the Marriott in downtown Houston that was available for us to stay in for three days. My parents became very nervous wondering how we would pay for

On a summer afternoon in July 2009, my husband and I were attending a graduation party for my brother Sebastien who successfully finished High School. During the egg race, Rod received a phone call from his parents that his sister and her three children were in a car accident. At first, we were told they were fine and that they were being taken to Denver Health to be evaluated and that we would get a call later regarding what had happened. That, however, didn’t sit well with me, knowing that Denver Health is a trauma facility and that they were in an accident, I told Rod we needed to go and he agreed. Walking into the hospital was almost like something out of a television show or movie, each girl was in her own room, each with different injuries and with a million

Yelling from the top of my lungs at the bottom of the staircase, demanding breakfast and the control to turn on my favorite morning cartoon, everything seemed to be normal. However, the world as I once knew it quickly took a turn for the worse. You see, being the youngest of five, I quickly learned that a quiet house isn’t a normal house. Therefore, as I huffed and puffed up the stairs, snarling because everyone was still nestled in their beds, something quickly caught my eye. My brother, Craig was on the floor rolling back and forth in agonizing pain, he was barely able to make a call for help. Suddenly, my parents were awakened from my screaming and they quickly called 9-1-1. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days. It seemed like my family was crumbling before my eyes. Suddenly, as I began to lose hope, I looked out of my bedroom window to see my dad carrying my brother in his arms up the driveway. My heart sunk into my stomach because I always saw my brother as a strong, self-sufficient teenager who never accepted help from anyone. Eager to know what happened, my parents sat my three older siblings and myself on the couch and told us the news: Craig has Cancer. Cancer. That’s all I heard. That one word had the ability to weaken the mold that once held my family together for so many years. My family became frantic and then gradually we began to forget how

I was 9 years-old, in 3rd grade, and it had only been a few days after my birthday. I continued to scream, bleeding through my pajamas, when I then felt a sudden, stabbing pain in my lower stomach. I collapsed onto my knees on the floor, clutching my stomach in pain. My mom had woken up, and she had heard me screaming all the way from the living room. She came into my room after she had rushed down the hallway, and she knelt down next to me. “Shh….I understand that this is all very scary to you, but please stay calm. Mama will help you,” she whispered to me.

Phillip became really scared. He panicked and did the first thing that came to mind, which was call the cops. The dispatcher immediately sent out a call to the officers, three cars showed up in my driveway with lights and sirens on. Only my father was home though. He had no idea what was going on when he first saw the lights, he became scared. The first words out of their mouths were, “Is your daughter here? Is your daughter okay?”. My father had no idea how to respond, he was confused. The officer repeated the questions, and my father was able to stutter out the words that I was fine. The officer asked him again if I was home, but my father had to respond that I was not home. The next question was the officer asking my father where I was. I was on the east side of Birmingham at a football game with the band, which clearly implied that I was okay. The officer got onto his radio and got in touch with the Student Resource Officer, Guppy, at the game. He immediately came looking for me, but he could only find one of the band directors. So, he had to tell him what was going on so they could pull me out of the stands. Brandon, one of the band directors, found my mother. Brandon had to explain everything to her about what was going on and why Guppy was looking for me. I saw her almost fall to the ground, she immediately started to cry. At which point, I knew something was going on, and it wasn’t not

Me and mom went home ate dinner and went to bed. When I went to bed that night I had no idea i would be woken up at 5am by the screaming voice of my mother but on January 26 at 5am I became scared, I heard the screams but I couldn’t make out what was being said. It sounded like someone was being stabbed and at first I thought it was just a dream. I grabbed my phone to check the time, I didn’t want to come out of my room until i knew what was wrong so I just waited and in less than 5min my mom busted into my room screaming and crying, at this point I still didn’t know what she was saying but I knew no one else was in the house so I felt a little better. I remember following her around the house trying to figure out what she was saying. She sat in the living room chair to put her shoes on and she could barely do that. While she was still trying to put her shoes on I stood next to her trying to calm her enough for me to understand what she was saying and when she yelled out “My mom” I didn't know what to do, I fell to the floor and sat against the chair. When mom got her shoes on she searched for her phone realizing she needed to call my dad at

Once we walked into the hospital room that my mom was in I was feeling scared and alone. My mom couldn’t move at all. I asked her if she was ok. “I’m in a lot of pain, but I will be better soon,” she said with a grimace. Before I had to leave I gave her a wary hug because I didn’t want to hurt her. Once we got back in the waiting room with the rest of my family, we found out she had torn a disk in her back.

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

The day was Saturday June 5th, Approximately 6 years ago. It was a blazing sunny Saturday. Today was the warmest of days of the summer, but little did I know today was the most unpleasant days of my life. Any other summer day my sister and I would sleep in till 11 because we stayed up watching horror movies all night. When we awaken mom would be making the utmost appetizing breakfast my mouth has tasted. Yesterday it was French toast with crispy golden bacon, but today I woke up in my room not smelling freshly made breakfast. Tired walking downstairs, still half asleep, it didn't take long before I was wide awake. Six policemen were in my house investigating. One pulled me aside started asking me millions of questions and the only question I had in my head was where's mom and dad.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

November 2, 2017 was the first day that I would never see my father again. I no longer felt the comfort of the sound of the trickling water through the walls when he would shower and the feeling of accomplishment when I could make him belly laugh. I had gone to work for the night and, half way through my shift a police officer came in. The police officer took my boss outside to speak with him. My co-workers and I joked around about who it was gonna be. I assured them that it was not anything I had done. When my boss came back inside he looked at me with genuinely worried eyes. He told me that I needed to go with the police officer, he could not tell me why but I just needed to go. I started to panic. My heart was beating louder than a drum and I could hear it radiating from my brain down to my toes. The short car ride felt like forever and once I got to my house I gasped at the sight of three more police cars in my driveway. I busted through the door to find my mother sitting on the couch, her leftover mascara dried to her cheeks was streaked down her face in long strings . When she saw me, she began to cry. It was not the kind of cry when you fall off your bike or fail an important test. It was a screeching moan and the only emotion that her eyes could show was heartbreak.