Personal Narrative: Jessah's Home

It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.

"She was playing on the tree while we were waiting for you and she fell off the tree house." Marco described to Lauren for me. She runs to the house to go and get mom, but before she could get mom out to me, Marco, Malik and me were at the front door. Mom being the nurturing mother she is, she takes me under her arm, helping

After the men came back they said they called an ambulance to take me to the hospital. Ten minutes later, the paramedics came in and got be and we left. On the way to the hospital one of paramedics asked what I did to my foot.

After Dr. Saski looked at my leg he wanted to put a cast on. But, because he didn’t have any more plaster all he can give her was a aspirin for her fever. All I was thinking at that moment, was to stay positive and that things couldn’t get any worse from

After wait for a few minutes they called my name and we walked me down the hall and to the X-Ray room. They made me take off my boot and stand on this weird X-Ray and I had to set my foot on this weird square. I was really scared because I didn't want it to be broke again or worse. They took me back into the waiting room when the doctor came in and had the X-Rays. He said the my foot

We sat silently in the car for a couple minutes until Audrey looked at me and said, “I cannot believe that just happened.”

Early morning towards the end of June last year, it was family rodeo back home where my mom grew up at. We had always gone back to that town and that rodeo since i was a yee young lad, around 5 or 6. We used to go see my grandma, but she died when i was 10. Anyways, it was my mother, my brothers, sister and her family, me and my girlfriend. Well, the car we were suppose to drive 5 hours north with was very cramped for all of us, so i asked my girlfriend if we could borrow her new car she just bought the day before. She “talked” to her mom and her mom said “yes,” so her and I drove in that car while my brother and mom and their friend drove the other.

It was an ordinary Wednesday night at youth group at church. The group decided to for snow cones at Tropical Sno. My friend, Sara McGuigan, parents would never allow her to ride in the car with any teenage driver. Sara convinced her mom to let her ride with me to Tropical Sno and I would take her home before nine p.m. We were on the way to her house on Jeff road and I turned off of Wall Triana onto Harbin Road.

I hopped in the skid loader and went around back and put the bucket back on it, while my mom and sister hopped in the Kawasaki gator. We went to the field that it broke in and scooped a bucket load into the back of the gator then drove it back to a spot in the horse pen so they could have food. We did this five or so times, then scooped one more load into the gator, and put the rest in the skid loader. By that time that spot was full so we were putting it into a much smaller spot that I directed my sister into. Next she dumped the hay. As she was backing up, she shook the bucket one more time pointing it straight down. At that time the 500 lb bucket jumped off the skid loader and fell plummeting towards the ground. Leaving a 4 inch indent in the ground, then falling back on my foot. Luckily it bounced back off my foot rather than staying on and us having to lift it off. My sister jumped out of the skid loader and questioned, “Are you ok?” I managed to blurt out, “Go get mom.” She ran up and got mom while I rolled around on the ground in pain. Mom and my sister came down in the car to pick me up and put me in the backseat. They took me up to the house to look at my foot (my mom was an occupational therapist), and we decided to go to the E.R. in Mason City. They gave me some crutches and we took

I went into the room; there she was sleeping like a baby. As I sat next to her, I could see how pale she looked. Austin was right; she looks depressed, something is not right. I decided to wake her up.

Once I got there, I heard my Mom yelling my name to come back. I bitterly walked back to my campsite. ”Mom I want to hang out with Ashley” I dolefully said.

SLAMMM! We hit drivers side of the other guys car and both of are airbags went out. Everyone ended up being ok. My Mom and I were having a little trouble getting out of the car. I had to call 9-1-1. But, I couldn’t find her phone or my phone so some other guy that saw it called. When the police came the ambulance came right behind them and the police and the guy is probally in a lot of trouble because they found out that the guy was very drunk and the guy told the police that he just came back from the bar/friends house. The guy had to get out threw the passenger side because the driver door wouldn’t open. My mom and I didn’t go to the hospital but the other guy did because we think he had alcohol poison. We ended up getting a tow truck to tow the car to the auto body shop and then he dropped us off at our house. Than we called my dad and told him what happened and he came home from work to make sure we were ok. This was a very bad accident and I hope I will never see or be in one ever again.

So we played when we were be chased on the benches. We were all laughing and saying “ don’t get me.” So then when I jumped down off the bench then I heard a CLICK noise my foot was on its side and it hurt.I walked over to my mom walking on my heel and I said

Looking back, the pain seemed to worsen upon my return to the kitchen but I put it down to walking and putting pressure on it, rather than hopping back in. Her reaction as she began to clean the toe told me it might be bad; she said she could see a part of my nail bed as a chunk of nail had been ripped up. My inability to wear certain shoes until it healed raced through my mind, as did the possibility of infection, because I’m in the garden very often, and also, whether all the tasks listed to be done over the weekend would be completed. Naturally, I began to worry. Walking into kitchen and seeing bloodied balls of cotton wool in a bag on the floor, (it wouldn’t stop bleeding), my husband felt that putting my foot up all weekend would be best. By now the pain was excruciating and I wondered what to do. Take medication? See a Doctor? Call my mother for advice? She’s a retired Nurse? This was going to be a problem and I had to find a solution.

You stumbled backwards but someone quickly grabbed you by the arm and a deep voice asked “Are you ok? I’m so sorry!”