Personal Narrative-One-Zero

It was a normal evening at my house then all of the sudden we got this phone call from my Aunt Mary. Shocked, my mom answered, my Aunt was calling saying that my Aunt Angel got into a medicine cabinet. Mary said to my mother very shocked and scared,

Tears poured down my face like I was in a rain forest, hugged my mom tightly as if she was a cuddly stuffed animal and I prayed, prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Not really knowing what was going on or what was going to happen. My sister arrived home, followed by my dad shortly after. While we waited to hear back from the hospital, we sat on the couch in the living room bawling our eyes out probably. Don’t worry, I will tell you about what is going on.

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.

We were going on our typical Saturday morning outing: to Bojangles for breakfast, and then to the Flea Market, not for shopping but socializing. Later, upon returning home, my grandfather decided to begin cooking dinner. While cooking, he declared he needed to "sit down for a minute," which was extremely unusual for him. As soon as my grandmother asked him what was wrong, his body slumped onto the kitchen table and the panic began. I jumped to my feet to dial 911. Dialing 911 is one of the first things you're taught how to do as a child, but no eleven year old girl is actually prepared to dial this simple three-digit number in order to save her hero's life. I then went outside to wait on the first responders. As the sound of the blaring sirens grew closer and closer, my heart beat faster and faster. I meekly asked someone if my papaw would be okay. This tall, blonde stranger said yes and even pinky promised to confirm he was telling the

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

It all happened so quickly. One moment, a boy was waving to his friends, and the next, he was lying in the street. I heard the screech of brakes and a loud crash. The car’s windscreen was completely shattered. People were screaming and crying, and without thinking, I ran into the street, knelt down beside him, and called 911.

During that situation, I was terrified because I felt an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. At the time, my uncle had recently passed away from the same medical condition as my mother. That is why I continually thought how would my life be like without her. But when my mother and I arrived at the hospital, it felt as if the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. This is because throughout the situation, I noticed how the doctors and the staff focused on doing what was needed to help my mother. They

My heart was throbbing, heavily and I could feel my body shutting down, my vision was getting hazy. And then suddenly I heard the sirens of the ambulance and two paramedics got down to our rescue as I fell unconscious.

Seconds had passed and she went to the restroom again and that is when it all started to happen. My mom called for my uncle and said that her water had broke and that the baby was coming. Of course I was freaking out when I heard this, so I ran back to the bedroom with my uncle and my mom was screaming. She yelled to call 911 and we scurried around to find the home phone, but we could not find it anywhere. My mom managed to make it from the bathroom into the bedroom and found the phone was under some clothes that were on the bed. My uncle and I did not find the phone because we were in a state of panic. My uncle called 911 and the dispatcher said that EMS was on their way and that my mom needed to lay on the floor of the bathroom. It should be noted that my mom was a police officer for Wichita and so was my dad. That being said, when the ambulance arrived, so did all of the police officers in town. Many officers were in my house; I was only five years old, and I was crying because my mom was screaming and I was scared. Finally, twenty-two minutes later, it was all over and my baby sister Adrian had been born. The EMT handed her to my uncle without a diaper, so that did not go over very

One day, my dad was setting up my new Xbox 360. My uncle had gotten a new Xbox 1, so he gave me his old one. I was excited, because I didn't have to play on my dad’s Xbox. Then, for some reason, I called my mom an idiot. My dad HATES it when people talk like that in our house, and I know he would definitely not like it if I called my mom that. Plus, he was a little bit cranky that day. When my dad heard this, he went ballistic. He was screaming about how disrespectful that was and then he yanked out the cord`s of the Xbox from the wall. Have you ever had that feeling where you know something is going to happen and everything slows down? That is what happened to me. My dad raised the Xbox high above his head. His face was red and on his face.

One plus one doesn’t equal two. I’m aware that mathematically, they equal two. But for me, growing up, one plus one equaled one.

We didn’t swim about ten feet when a big snorkeling boat came to our rescue. A man took my sister and I, and lead us on the boat and then took the canoe and hosted it on the boat as well. He said,” Are you guys okay?” and then my sister and I said,” We are okay now, but we were so scared!” Then we told him that are brother was swimming toward shore. Then they went and picked up brother who was still swimming for dear life not even knowing the snorkeling boat was behind him! All three of us kids were a complete mess! While on the boat, my sister, brother, and I were in a quiet mood of panic. When I got back on the shore, I saw my mom smiling and then laughing. At first, I was a little irritated because she was laughing and her kids could have been killed! But then after my mom told me she knew we would be safe because one of the workers was already coming to get us, but the other snorkeling boat saw us first.

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

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.