Personal Narrative: Level II Traumas

He had almost 4,000 comments and many of them agree with his comment. Another person speaking out about Caitlyn is Jessica Steindorff, who was a guest at the Arthur Ashe Award ceremony. She is the driver of the Prius that Caitlyn hit with her Cadillac Escalade pulling a trailer with an all-terrain vehicle on board. The accident claimed the life of Kimberly Howe. . However, Jessica cannot understand how anyone can honor a person who took a life and injured others in a car accident. She credits Caitlyn to being a “positive role model,” but she slams her for not taking responsibility for the accident that happened on February

On June 27th, 2016, I severely fractured my tibia, fibula, and ankle after an approximate 20-foot climbing fall. It was the worst injury in my outdoor athletic career. The following four months since the accident consisted of surgery, immobilization, rehabilitation, and ultimately returning to sporting fitness. I was told the damage was so bad that I might have a permanent limp, which would effectively end climbing, skiing, and running. The toughest part is to admit you yourself that you made a mistake and it has the potential to affect an athletic and outdoor lifestyle. I didn’t have a lot of hope after the accident, but over the course of the recovery, I grew stronger, not only in body, but in mind as well. Injury and

Focus! The burden of destructive emotions constantly tarnishes my brain. It is essential that I isolate myself from the pessimistic chain of thoughts. I need to distort myself from the daily trauma and everlasting misery that I encounter. The turmoil has left me forever fatigued and has numbed my mind. My heart is grazed and broken with regret, my soul is haunted by fear and guilt along with my body diseased and rotten. The experience has been morbid and excruciating, I can’t tolerate this anymore.

Throughout our lives, every person encounters hardships that put a strain on other aspects of our lives. The biggest hardship that I have faced was taking care of my wife after she suffered a severe head injury while at work. The injury was the result of a salad fridge door falling and striking the back of her head, causing her to receive a severe concussion that lead to post-concussion syndrome. As a result, she became completely dependent on me. Some of the major hardships that we faced during these times are finances, helping her cope with her injury while she recovered, and maintaining my 4.0 GPA.

After coming home two and a half months from the hospital, the pain did not stop there. Amy had gotten two prosthetic legs, but that did not stop Amy from

When I was a sophomore in high school, my mom developed severe Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. We had just moved to Portland so my family had no external support. As the oldest child, I found myself taking on the role of caregiver, secretary, and housekeeper in addition to AP student.

A couple of years ago, one night, I was about to propose to my girlfriend before an nfl game tbh, when my roommate Joseph barged into the room out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking a glass table with his face. Totally ruined the mood. Now, I didn't know Joseph THAT well, don't even remember where he was from, but let' just say I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries.Joseph had gotten a big glass shard in his eye, making him completely blind in that eye. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months. Then suddenly, he disappeared, along with my girlfriend .Apparently they'd bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together , left me behind without as much as a note.

“Chantelle! Come over and see this,” my mom whispered as she glided past me towards her client’s chair. I unfolded my nine-year-old self from under the empty hair dryer and gingerly walked over. While peering skeptically at the child’s scalp before me, I began to note tiny bugs crawling by the roots and my eyes followed my mother’s comb tip as she pointed out several nits. This was definitely one of the worst cases of lice she had shown me, and I had seen quite a few by then! As the daughter of a hairstylist, my exposure to skin and hair started at an early age. Growing up in a salon allowed me to observe first hand how significant an impact looking healthy on the outside had on a client’s everyday confidence and self-esteem; a lesson that was later reinforced during my acne ridden teenage years at an all-girls high school. At the salon, I always enjoyed being called over by the estheticians and hairdressers to view interesting cases that ranged from alopecia and cystic acne, to severe foot fungus and poliosis. Since my mother and her employees always recommended physician follow-ups when they spotted something suspicious, I was always left wondering what happened on the medical end of the spectrum. In high school and college, I began to fulfill this curiosity by reading about the science behind skin, hair and nail disorders.

“I found out she had a minor fracture in her arm,” he said. “It looked way worse to me, it looked crushed.”

Someone driving by saw the wreck and pulled the metal out of her body. People say her scream was so loud you could not hear the sirens of help coming. When she was rushed to the hospital, doctors figured out she broke her spine in three places . She also broke her collarbone, third and fourth rib, and her leg was broken in eleven places. The same one that was affected by polio.

My feet pound the track. I take deep breaths and pump my arms in rhythm with my steps. My muscles ache but my mind is focused, I am in the zone and I feel invincible, moving faster than ever before. Run, rest, repeat. The cycle of intervals in the workout let me just tune out and push myself. The only problem is, as I run each interval I feel a nagging pain in my leg. The pain slowly increases until I realize the worst: I might be injured.

In the accident, Nichole Burnell survived the accident but lost the use of her two legs.

The phone rings. It’s three am. Mrs. Smith knows something is wrong immediately. Her son Sean, seventeen year-old, straight A student, and local high school quarter back, didn’t come home last night. He never called. She answers the phone, dreading what will come next. It’s the state police. There was an accident on Route 5, a head on collision. Her son was driving while intoxicated. He swerved into the other lane, right into oncoming traffic. The driver of the other car didn’t make it. She died on impact. Her son was on his way to the hospital, he lost a lot of blood. They didn’t know if he would make it either.

Last week a 43 year old man called Donald and Sam died and an 11 year old boy, James, was badly injured after the car crash happened.

Life prior to the slip and fall was drastically different for Sarah and her family. Her family was a typical middle class family, where they were making ends meet and living within their means. Following the slip and fall, Sarah had very limited mobility and was unable to care for her young children. She needed help during her recovery, so either her husband had to take time off of work or they would have a caregiver help. Both were financially draining, as her husband was not compensated or they paid for the additional help, in addition to her insurmountable medical expenses. This slip and fall has had a far reaching effect on Sarah much more than the pain of her broken ankle. The fall caused her family a great deal of financial strain,