Personal Narrative: Learning To Drive

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.

I remember it like it happened yesterday. It was a warm sunny day on October 27 2013, and we were driving to my sister Amy’s house in Kaukauna. We had to drop off a set of bunk beds at her house for my niece Mia. My dad, mom, my sister Anna, and I were all in one car, while my two brothers, Andrew and David, were in the Ford Ranger ahead of us. We were having fun in the car, talking, laughing and listening to music, until we came up on a yield sign. My brother Andrew proceeded through it first, when a black Envoy came speeding around the corner, too fast to slow down. When Andrew saw it coming he tried to swerve, but the car was going too fast, and it was too late. The car hit the truck,

Finally I can learn how driving, been waiting to do this, good thing it’s the summer got learn how drive before school start. It shouldn't be that hard right? My dad told me it just like driving a go cart, so it should be cake.The only thing I'm worry about is getting on the highway, all the cars going fast just scared me. I'm going tell you my story about me learning how to drive for the first time.

Being a typical 9 year old, I bawled my eyes out. When I moved my arm, it hurt even more. My mom came over to see what all the commotion was all about and I told her what had gone on. I also told her that whenever I moved my arm, it hurt and it felt very weird. She told me we would have to head to the hospital in Columbus to go get an X-Ray to see if it was broken. Thankfully, this was after my older brother’s band’s performance. He came over to us, and my mom told what was about to happen and what we were about to do. He wasn’t happy, to say the least. After about 5 minutes of arguing, my brother lost and my mom took the rest of us to Columbus. As we got into the car, she told me to keep my arm as still as I could, to which I did. We didn’t go to the hospital right away, however, we went to McDonald’s instead to try and make me feel better with some ice cream. It worked, and made me feel glad, even until I got into the hospital. I had never had a broken bone before up until that point in my life, so I didn’t know what to expect. We sat in the waiting room for about 5-10 minutes, until the nurse came into the room to tell us that the doctor was waiting. We got into

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

When the doctor finally did come in he had this syringe with deadening stuff in it. Dad-being the caring person that he is-told the doctor that I’m not a fan of needles, so the doctor brought a cream to put around my cut so when he deadened my knee with the shot, I wouldn’t feel anything. After he numbed it, he sewed it up. I believe I had eight stitches put on my knee.

and i was worried that i would get blood all over it. My friends took me home where my mom just got home from work. They helped me limp into my house. Then i remember having my mom ask me what happened and i couldn't. She would ask them but they couldn't think of what happened.

In order for me to become clean of my misdoing, I had to save that cat. I ran out into the road, not thinking, and before I knew it, the bright headlights were coming right at me. I felt a sharp pain, like falling from a chair and not doing anything to stop it, on my whole right side 10 times worse. The only thing I could hear was a deafening ringing and my mom. She was screaming my name.

I approached the vehicle and asked MD why she was driving without someone 21 years of age in the vehicle and she informed me that she just wanted to hang out with friends and watch the fireworks. I asked MD if anyone in the vehicle had consumed alcohol and she told me no.

Then everyone who was still there came running over to me. They asked if I was okay. I said that I was. Brooke helped me to their garage and sat me down. She got a few bandages and some Neosporin. When she got back she checked my knees and elbows. Seeing the large, bloody cut, she was glad that she brought a larger bandage. In a few minutes, she had my knees and elbows all bandaged up. I went back to the party and had fun until my mom came from across the street to pick me up. Mom said, “Come on. You need to have a bath tonight,” and I gave Jaci a hug and then left for home.

I closed my eyes real quick and opened them and I was in the hospital. All my friends and family were their surrounding me. When I looked down I had broken both of my legs when I was hit by the car.

It's Friday, March 25 in the morning at about 7:00 am when my mom wakes all of us up to get ready to leave. On the way to Minnesota we were driving, but still in suamico, we stopped at a Kwik Trip gas station to fill up the tank. We all were thirsty so we got a water from the cooler in the back of the truck, but my brother Roy spilled his all over himself and on the seats.”Good thing it's just water.” My mom said. As we drove across the imaginary line splitting Wisconsin with Minnesota there was a big rock carved into the shape of Minnesota that said, “Welcome To Minnesota.” When we were on the highway we almost got into two major accidents, the first one was when we had an open lane ahead the driver to the right of us tried coming into our lane right next to us and put our left two tires

I attended adaptive driving program on November 12, 2015, which was hosted by Nicole White, OTR. It was called Evaluate, Train, Adapt, Can Mama Keep the Car Keys? I found this program very interesting. Plus I walked out with the impression that if I have any traumatic event occur in my life; I will never be able to drive again. The program seems very intensive, and the participants have to go through various steps to complete it. The driving service is for people that have had or is having a even occur to them to impact their ability to drive. This could be a spinal injury, dementia, traumatic brain injury, stroke, or an amputation. To begin the program, the person must receive a referral from their doctor. The first appointment involves

On October 31, 2017, my mom expected me to be home by 12:00am. I was driving at night and noticed that I was only forty-five minutes away. I thought about taking a shortcut through the woods. The roads appeared to be working after being reconstructed. The only thing that caught my attention was a sign. I looked at the sign and noticed that I had to be careful of how I drive. I normally drive 60 mph on highways. Sometimes, I go faster than that. I took exit 240 to get home. Ten minutes later, another sign appeared. On this sign, it mentions construction ahead. Since the road was fine, I thought it would not matter. I drove straight down the road without being nervous. I suddenly had a phone call from my mother. She asked, “Where are you?” I told her that I was only ten minutes away.