Personal Narrative Essay: Plane Of Death

And the air pilot told us that the airplane will be taking off soon I was a little scared because I never been on an airplane before. Right after she said that the airplane was already starting to move the next thing I knew the airplane was in the air. It wasn’t scary at all it was actually pretty fun. Then the air pilots were walking through every ille with a cart and asking every passenger if the wanted anything to drink or if we wanted cookies or peanuts. I chose the cookies they were really good. A few hours past and we arrived at the airport. Once we got off of the airplane our aunt picked us all up but we got separated because we wouldn’t all fit in one

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

Is the afterlife real and is there something beyond this world? I have always believed that heaven is a real place yet skeptical about the stories that I read about others having near death experiences. That all changed on August 9, 2010. A day just like any other day turned into the worst and scariest day of my life. The events of the day are forever burned in my memory. That is the day I became a member of the near death experience club. I now know that near death experiences are real and people do experience them.

He looks at his watch and realizes that he has to leave now before he gets yelled at due to missing the 12:00 curfew. Upon my cousin Sean's arrival home, he begged his mom for an extended curfew, after all he was the star of the 19991 homecoming football game at Royalton high school, he should have been able to stay out later. After losing this fight with rather stubborn mom, and her giving him a stern "Sean I am not going over this again, it is late and I would like you to live until morning, so you need to go downstairs and get some sleep." he hung his head and went downstairs.

Have you ever felt guilty after something bad happened to you & your family? I know I have. Everyone’s life is impacted by something that has happened to them. Birth. Death. Accident. Each one of these can affect someone's life drastically. One day my life was changed in just a couple seconds. My family and I got into a bad car accident. A decision I made that day caused it to happen.

April 6, 1997, twenty years ago our family lives was drastically changed, with the death of my husband, father of my children. Mike was only forty-two years’ old when he passed away from a heart attack. Mike went to the hospital complaining of chest pains; he was observed in the hospital overnight, and some tests were taken of his heart. He was released from the hospital and three days later he died in his sleep from the widow maker heart attack. With the history of heart disease in the family, his grandfather/father passed away from heart disease at the age of forty years old. Waking up that morning and finding Mike has passed away in his sleep; was very devastating for our family, his mom, brothers, my sisters, and brother-in laws. At the time of his death, I was thirty-six-years old, a stay home mom, and our children Amy, was eleven years old, Kristina, nine years old, and Vincent seven years old. The hospital did not take any responsibility of his passing; we received no social services or any explanation from the hospital why the tests didn’t show any results of heart disease. Now my status is widow/single parent unemployed raising our three children on my own. Not knowing what the future holds for us.

At the start of the summer, I had the opportunity to fly to Michigan to see where my dad grew up. As I flew on the plane, I thought of all the sights I would be able to see and draw to share with my friends online about the exhausting yet fun travel to Michigan. But, as we grew closer and closer to Michigan, I was only able to see white, fluffy clouds cover the thick, oval window in front of me. So, for a while I slept and decided to not look out the window until we landed, until my overly excited mother vigoursly slapped my knee to jolt me up. I was in a state of shock but still dazy due to I was almost asleep. But, she told me to look out the window as I would see something I had never seen before. After, seeing out the window the first time,

When I was nine my father died. Death sprung from its hiding place and took what was most dear to me. I love my dad; he taught me to love and to enjoy life. We often went fishing and biking together. After his death the bikes and fishing poles collected dust in the garage. Sometimes when I let the feelings get to me, I would stare at the two dusty bikes and fishing poles and punch them with my small hands.

It was a misty day bob and his brown basset hound Marley were on plane 192 on their way to Japan, I woke up to the sound of Marley barking which was weird. I tried to just ignore it, but I couldn't. All of a sudden, I felt the plane go down and everything went black.

I do not have much to say about Death/Dying, because all of my family members and friends are healthy and alive. Thanks God for it! However, I had lost a friend, not a close one but he was the guy I used to hang out with. His name was Vitaly. He used be an A student in one of the best math/engineering universities in Moscow. I still do not what happened, but one day he got expelled out of the University and began hanging out on the streets with all of us. He was introduced to the street life very quickly and was into drugs within a month. We all were. We were having fun, and none of us carried what this lifestyle could lead to. After some short time, we got to know that Vitaly made some friends that used heroin, and used it a lot. We did

The year was 2001 and I had suffered a tragic accident that left me near the loss of my life. I was four at the time and had been playing in the neighborhood with some friends when all a sudden, BAM! I was thrown to the bottom of a sewer and left unconscious. Not knowing what to do, a couple of friends who saw the act take place rushed to get my dad across the street to help retrieve me. Once my dad got to the scene he plunged down into the filth of the sewer and pulled me out of it. While I was semi-conscious from being pulled out of the hole, I had blood coming profusely out of my mouth as I began to violently throw up, little did I know, I was having seizures and did not even know what was going on around me, where I was, or if I was going to live. I had to nearly be life flighted out of the scene of I had a high chance of extreme brain damage or even death because of the high amount of blood swelling in the frontal lobe of my head. Once the paramedics finally arrived my eyes were swollen shut

t was a sunday afternoon after i had gone jet skiing with my friend. It had started raining so we thought we would go eat subway then maybe come back. We had the two jet skis attached to the trailer behind our old, rusty red, rickety car. We also had a water tube attached to the trailer. Which probably wasn’t a good idea. So we were on our way back from the lake, going to subway to get a sandwich. Then the rain just starts raining like the whole ocean is coming out of the sky. It was crazy. Then we looked back to check on the tube and the jet skis. Yeah this is the uh-oh part. We looked back at them and we had the jet skis check, but the tube was gone. Uh-oh. We turned the car around to try and retrace our steps but who knows it could have

The place was buzzing when I got there and I spotted Kade's mom amongst the crowd. She was sobbing uncontrollably and I was frozen with fear that they had found him dead. Kade was my friend, he couldn't be dead. I made my way over to her and only bumped into two people—seriously in a room that crowded it was a victory. Just as I did so, Bryan Hardy called her into his office. I slipped into the room with her undetected and hide away in the corner farthest away from my boyfriend's father. “Mrs. Ross, there hasn't been any news about your son, but we are doing all we can. The only thing for you to do now is to go home. We'll let you know when we hear something.” I exhaled inaudibly relieved that he hadn't been found dead.

On the morning of May 5th my views, my ideology, and my life changed dramatically. It was an expected loss yet caused me to realize just how much things in life mean, even the smallest things. After getting out of the shower and dressed for school I had time to spare so I decided to make sure everything was ready and eat some breakfast. I turned to look at my phone, after deciding to turn it on, and all I saw was a list of text messages from my mother. I normally don’t get that many texts, that early. I knew something bad must have happened. I unlocked my phone and began to read the messages. My great grandma had died; an influential person for me and my family. She died after being on hospice for 5 brutal days. Images flashed across my mind: her and I playing cards, her teaching me to cook, and her lessons, forever engraved into my soul.

Flight 697. Over the Sahara Desert. Timmy was on his way to great things. He was merely in his twenties, and he was about to live out his life at the Pyramids of Giza. Overcome with joy, he couldn’t wait to live out his dream, until he started to feel hot. He smelled smoke and soon saw smoke come out of the ceiling. It didn’t take long before a siren started to go off. “Attention people on board,” said the pilot, “There is a plane malfunction, please stay calm.” The ground started to shake beneath them. At this point, how could anyone stay calm? He looked out the window only to see the sandy ground growing in size. Everything after that was just a blur. A flash of light. Orange, red, yellow flames. That feeling when he was falling. Faster and