Narrative Essay On 911

The sun gleamed into my eyes as it dipped behind the horizon. I stood in my friend’s backyard, excited by the hamburgers I just ate and ready for the night's Fourth of July festivities. My friend stood next to me as I grabbed the long plastic lighter and got ready to light the firework. At this moment I was ready to have a fun patriotic night, but I didn't realize that this night would teach me a great lesson about how my carelessness could lead to dangerous consequences.

I can recall the sickening expression my dad made when my aunt informed my dad about how my mom was in a diabetic coma and how she could die or not awake. To this day, I remember the panic in my father's voice asking what happened and I knew from my dad’s worried expression, the wrinkles crinkling at the forehead, pursed lips, and eyebrows scruched, that whatever my aunt was telling my dad wasn’t good. After minutes passed by, my father was finally off the phone and for what seemed for forever my dad was just staring at me. Finally, breaking the silence my dad finally croaked out the sentence,

About 4 years ago I woke up to get ready for school and I could tell something was seriously wrong.Little did i know my grandfather was dying. My mom had tears in her eyes and I really did not think anything about it. And what was really weird was my dad was gone. I got in my moms car with all my stuff, ready for

The morning of 9/11 I wasn’t going to go to work because I had an allergy appointment,

September 11, 2001 is the day four planes were hijacked and three crashed into important buildings, while the last crashed into a field. And today all the grief, devastation, great sacrifice, and total annihilation will be remembered throughout time as 9/11. To tell you everything would take forever, so instead I will tell you how my mother saw it. It was on a day we all know as 9/11, there was a house on Quimby Way in Sacramento, California. And in this house, my mother was going throughout her day as usual, which most likely involved laundry, dishes, and watching two children by the name of Alanna and Christopher, when she saw the news. “Is this really happening? This can’t be true! Was it an accident? Oh my god, both towers! What would ever make someone do that? This is terrible, why is it even happening in the first place? Why? Why?

They (my family and doctors), for the first night, weren’t sure if I would make it or not. I was touch and go, because my oxygen level couldn’t be stabilized. I would be on oxygen and my level would be normal, but as soon as they took me off, my level would fall again. However, they had to stabilize me before they could do any kind of surgery. During this time, I think my dad as well as everyone involved got a taste of what it means that any moment, any day could be anyone’s final moment. My dad stayed every night with me. The first night, my heart quit beating twice. The first time, my dad said, “She’s a fighter, she can get through this.”. Then it happened again and my dad fell on his knees saying, “God, please don’t take her now!”. I ended up practically living in SICU for 3½ weeks, just trying to become stable enough, so I could make it somewhere else. Both my mom and dad had to become durable power of attorneys, so they could decide what my treatments would

It happened when I was young. I was outside at my friend’s house sledding. We were taking a break when I got that phone call from my mom; she was crying. My sister was on her way to the emergency room. I started sprinting through the neighborhood towards my house. My dad was waiting with my brother in the car. My mom went with my sister in the ambulance. I was so scared that I was going to lose my sister. We got to the hospital and we were in the waiting room. It felt like days before we heard about her condition. My sister had pneumonia and mixed with her asthma she was having a hard time breathing. She had a severe attack and couldn’t breathe. If the crew from the ambulance didn’t show up the doctor said she wouldn’t have made it. I know

After my sister went, it was my dads turn. I realized he had a worried look on his face, which probably was contagious because my sister asked me if I was alright. I then replied with a “No”, I told her about how dad had a back brace on and that's why he refused to take his long sleeved shirt off. As I was telling her this I saw my mom rushing to find her car keys. I then saw Nick, pulling my dad to the shore. I felt a scream cough up my throat. I ran to him and realized his arm looked broken. He was conscious so I knew that he would be fine but I realized that his back may be damaged. Before I could check my mom ran over and told us that we may have to drive him to the closest hospital. I hadn't realized that this may be as serious as she made it sound. So I ran to the car and grabbed a towel to help dry him of. I soon saw my mom and Nick carrying him to the

“Sweetheart I have really really horrible news……..” my dad slowly spoke, “You have lung cancer from your mother's smoking habit.”

It is still 2015 and something very terrible has happened. Suddenly, my brother Joseph has started to get sick. At first my family and I thought he had fever or something, I mean everyone gets sick. But we were completely wrong. One day me and my mom were going to the store, suddenly my brother starred to breathe very hard. Until his face turned red, my mom rushed him the doctors clinic but it was closed. “Just great.” I said , “Just what we needed”. Instead we drove all the way to the hospital. Since he was crying and his face was turning red, they accepted us with no complain.

To this date, it was the worst phone call of my life. I was informed my father and stepmother were in a motorcycle accident in Florida where they retired for the winter. My stepmother was expected to have a painful, long recovery, as she suffered from multiple fractures to her face, a dislocated jaw, and pelvis that was broken in 3 places, plus many small cuts and bruises. My father, however, had not awakened after the accident and we should get to the hospital in Florida as soon as possible. My brother, his wife, and I booked flights and we were on our way they next day. It was not how I expected to spend Easter. The next four days were a blur. We met with doctors and nurses and didn’t feel like we had any answers to the real condition of our father. We knew of his injuries but not what they meant to his future. He had bruising between the hemispheres of his brain, on the outside of the brain, bruising on his brainstem, and multiple open fractures on the left side of his body. I couldn’t get any of his doctors to tell me their opinion on his prognosis. They would only say, “we need another 48 hours”. The only thing I could think was, “if you knew my dad, he would hate this. You life flighted him, now he’s hook to machinery to breath, and all he would have wanted was to have the ambulance run him over and put him out of his misery”. We knew my father’s wishes and they didn’t look anything like

My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.

We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened.

When my friend and I got home my dad decided to mow the lawn. It was like 90-100 degrees outside. About an hour had passed and it was time to eat dinner. My dad got in the house and said that he wasn't feeling good and he laid down on the couch my stepmom ( sherrie ) said

Then, out of nowhere, he started coughing roughly. I waited a few moments, for his coughs to die down. However, they only got worse. “Grandpa?” I asked, not quite sure he heard me. “Are you okay?” I said, louder this time. BANG! I heard the sound of a body dropping, and the line went dead. “GRANDPA!!” I screamed, panic building up in my body.