My Trip From My Home

I was on my way home to apologize to my family for dropping out of high school, stealing money from my parents, and for running away from home and did all of that when she was 16. While I was on the plane, something happened to the plane it started to go down really fast, and we crashed. When the plane was going to down I unbuckled my seat belt so then I could get my twins sweater that I made for her and held it close to me so it would be safe. I could barely remember anything because I kept on going in and out of consciousness. The crash did something because it made me keep on going in and out of consciousness and I have never done that before mainly because I have never been in a plane crash before.

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

I was suppressed and unconscious for approximately 45 minutes. I awoke to a white sheet draped over my body with an immense amount of blood seeping through its fabric. The Jaws of Life ripped apart my vehicle as if it was a damp piece of paper. I felt nothing—not physically, mentally, or emotionally. My surroundings were so obscure that I could not even comprehend the words leaving the lips of the emergency medical technicians. And then I felt it. A brace was strapped around my neck and my body was hoisted onto a stretcher. The entire left side of my body had been mangled beyond belief. I have been exposed to a profuse amount of painful events in my lifetime, but nothing could prepare me for what my

My first trip to Disney World, now that, that was a memorable trip. That trip was one of the most magical and happiest memories of my life. It was back in 2008, I had just turned 6 years old a few months before we left to go there. It was summertime, and the weather was perfect. I remember being so bored on the way there because I am an only child so I didn’t have anyone to entertain me besides myself. My mom’s side of the family went on this trip with us, and at the time I was the only grandkid, and the only kid at all. So once we finally were almost there I remember passing the big ‘Welcome to Disney World” sign and being so excited I peed my pants--my mom was pretty mad, but my dad thought it was kinda funny so I didn’t get in too much trouble.

Initially; when I became aware of my surroundings, the driver of the other car was at my side asking if we were okay. My friend was screaming, her face was covered in blood. The rearview mirror was missing, windshield and driver side window shattered and

Driving to Long Beach with my family, I watched the trees and cars zoom past. Suddenly, as my heart began to pound throughout my whole body, I felt my chest and throat tighten and my muscles stiffen. My brain shut out my surroundings and focused on the panic setting in. Sweat dripped down my palms as I gripped the car handle so tightly my knuckles turned white. Disorientation followed and I was consumed by fear, transported to an empty, helpless space. I had passed the thin line that separated composure and panic. By the time we got to the apartment, I was relieved to have a change of surroundings as I stumbled out of the car. I was shaking when I got out and rushed inside the apartment to calm myself down.This was one of many more panic attacks

I used to watch the news and hear about people involved in car wrecks every day. The thing is, I never could have imagined it could happen to me or worse, someone who meant a lot to me. My father, David Stewart on October 8th had been on the opposite end of a car accident with a drunk driver. I don't remember much about that tragic day. I do remember family members rushing into our house to comfort each other and not yet understanding why. Before the night had ended my older sister had gave me the news. I was only in the third grade, how was an eight year old expected to process news like that? That night I laid in my bed, wiping away endless tears of concern and confusion. I prayed countless times that night. With prayers of hope that my

Then, I begin driving and heading home listening to some old summer songs and gazing at the scenic lively orange sunset. A red traffic light was ahead of me and the Silver Toyota Camry in front of me touched her breaks and so I followed. My car was almost on a complete stop and then I heard a thunderous noise, the airbags deployed, my body hit my steering wheel and my car hit the Camry in front of me. My heart begun aching and beating certainly fast. I just rested there trying to figure out what had happened. Then a tall thin male that appeared to in his early twenties arrived and removed me out of my car. He said, “I am so sorry for rear-ending your car, I wasn’t paying attention.” I was confused. I was furious. The police, fire truck,

I stayed inside my house because I felt my life would be in danger if I stepped out. Thirty minutes later, the big armor ambulance with Christmas colored sirens came in a rush. The Paramedics took the man on a stretcher and left to the hospital. One of my neighbors told me who got shot, and his name was Alex. I completely broke down and especially mentally. My knees were on the ground, my hands over my face, and my whole body was shivering. In my head the world was moving in slow motion and you can actually see my tear drop crash into the ground. How the tear scatters its particles on the dirt and instantly becomes soggy. Suddenly, I just woke up like I was having a terrible nightmare and adrenaline rushing through my body. I ran to my Honda Civic car like there was no tomorrow. Quickly I turned it on and press the gas pedal, leaving burn marks on the ground. I really felt like I was in a race because I was hitting around 70 MPH while passing street

I was paralyzed when I saw what had happened to other people including me. My sister was driving, my mom was in the passenger seat, my brother and my other sister were siting with me. We were coming back from my religion class. I was gazing off into the night sky as I saw it coming. I quickly felt a vibration, looked at the front of the car and said, “JOANNA WATCH O” The car flipped over. I was flinging everywhere in the car. Those 9 seconds I was flipping in the car, I wasn’t worried for me, not if I would live or not. I was worried for my brother, my sisters, but most of all, my mom. I would die in order for them to live if I had to, because their lives were more important than mine. I was still in the car when I heard someone outside the car say, “WE WON AMERICA! WE WON” and then I screamed surprisingly back at him, “We just began” The car stopped flinging around. I got up from my seat, and started to cry. Because not only did they really win, they took 4 lives with them, which I needed to live. I fell to the ground, and started to cry. I felt a heavy metal rod on my head. And I knew what it

Halfway home I saw this woman crying over something ,but I was not close enough to see it. Being the nosey person I am I just had to go see what the big fuss was about. Not the best idea ,but I still went on with it. I walked up to the women the tapped on her shoulder; when she turned around I was frozen we fear. The object was no long unidentifiable ,nope it was as clear as day that the women had been crying over a dead guys body. I was petrified, I could not think, talk, or even begin to understand why this beautiful women was crying over this dead body. So I asked her, “umm..ma'am… are you ok?”,she did not answer the first time so I poked her again and asked “do you want me to call 911?” that's when she finally reacted. The women went ballistic on me and began to call me very mean names she jolited up and made a move as if she was going to come after me so I did what everyone would do...run. I ran till my legs gave out. I stopped when I realized I had no clues where I was and did not have my phone on me. My head was spinning I know that this is when I was going to die. I did not have it in me to keep on going; my feet were bleeding from these heels that I somehow still had on. I was just about to lose all my hope ,but then I saw bus stop and decided I needed to sit down and rest. I had not realized just how tired I was until I felt my eyelid flider

In an instant the car didn’t stop. Our car was bigger than it so it ricocheted off us. My mom’s car airbags deployed at 400 miles per hour, but my mom put her arm out to stop mine. The doctor said if she hadn’t done that, I would’ve broken a few bones in my face, and maybe my neck. Meanwhile in the other car, he went flying in the other direction, luckily he didn’t have a passenger because the whole side of the car was smashed in. After the airbags deployed, she anticipated hitting the telephone pole. My mom had taken this route to work everyday for 6 years, but she was wrong. We drove straight into the soybean field. My mom couldn’t touch the brake to stop the car so we drove through half of the field before stopping. Splosh, splosh of all the water and mud splashing as we got out of the car. My mom yells my name to make sure I am okay, then we hustled over to the other man’s car.

There was nothing I could do, it was too late. The last minute of the collision was like a dance as the two vehicles twisted and circled and then embraced each other as they slumped to the ground with such power. The noise of the crash rang in my ears. Glass flew in every direction. I screamed over the music. I was paralysed in terror as the heavy metal truck crushed onto the top of my car. All I could taste in my mouth was the numbing sensation of warm, salty blood. Out of nowhere the dark red substance was all over me, it oozed from every place of my body. I closed my eyes and wondered if I was going to die. The last thing I could recall before I passed out was a blue bird swooping through my car window, then blackness filled my head as it hit the steering

Before the accident happened, I turned my head to talk to my friend. My friend suddenly yelled “be careful” and when I looked up I saw the traffic light was red. I saw a car was in front of my car. My car swerved off the road and when I realized I would hit the car I jammed on my brakes. “CRASH!!!” After I hit the car I felt everything get stopped for few second until my friend called my name, “Canlin!?”

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.