Success Is Not Than Just Luck

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. It was late at night after a soccer game. I was laying down in my room, coloring in a picture book, when my parents called me downstairs. After my sister and I walked downstairs, we were told to sit on the couch. Apparently my parents had something important to tell us, i didnt really realize what was going to happen because I was younger, so I sat on the couch smiling widely.

It was my birthday and I was having the time of my life at my party. It just kept getting better as the day went on. I was turning six and as I was opening all of my presents I just couldn't take the bright smile off my face. I was extremely thankful for everything and after I thanked all my family members for coming and for all the presents, my grandma said,

The car shook and creaked as a motor took us up. For a few seconds, we were at the top. I looked around at the park, but then the car dropped and my stomach went with it. All I could remember from the rest of the ride was my first loop and the adrenaline pumping through my body. When I got off, I was dizzy but I yelled, “THAT WAS AWESOME!” My friends giggled as we walked to our next ride.

It was a beautiful day.I just got home from school, my brother and I walked through the door. We got some special news. That my mom would tell us individually.

It was the end of the school year, and I was super excited to go home, jump on the couch and have the snuggly feeling I had last summer. When my dad came home he called me up to his room,

I returned down three more streets, looking for the building location that I had already forgotten the place. I saw Alex in the street before I heard him. He dashed into the building after seeing me. I placed the drinks in front of the rescued group. A teenage boy with

As I approached the next light, a red light, I stopped and just so after I stopped the blinking yellow arrow appeared. I sat patiently waiting for a clear path so I could make the left turn. Noticing that no cars were near, I made my turn. CRASH, SKRT, CRASH, I yelled “ WHAT THE HELL” and tried to pull my car to the side of the street but it was no longer drivable.

It was the day of Thanksgiving, we were going to my grandma and grandpa’s house. When we arrived there, the food wasn’t quite done, but the smell of the turkey, potatoes, and the rest of the food was so good. My cousins were sitting in the living room, with my uncle, watching football. I went out in the living room with them, and played on my phone, till the food was done.

Looking form the corner of my eye, I tried to steady myself trying to comprehend where I was and what had happened. When everything had stopped I dragged myself from under the crushed heap of metal and managed to get onto my feet. Alone with no one to help I decided to find shelter so I dragged my feet along the slippery wet road in the dark, stormy weather. Pushing my way through the howling wind the painful throbbing of all my injuries was making my weak body unable to continue to walk up the road in the drenched, heavy clothes that I was

We were about half way down the hill when I looked to my right and saw my friend crashing into the weeds. I then looked to my left and saw my brothers crashing on the side of the road. Then I got a bad case of the speed wobbles and almost crashed.

I was heading out I was flabbergasted about the way everything turned out I actually was feeling photogenic. Heading towards my destination and I made a stop at a gas station my car good on gas so I didn’t put in that much. Leaving the gas station my destination said an hour and twenty-four minutes, I did not like how far it was at that time of night. While driving my full attentions was to get there in a lesser time so I was speeding the whole way. A moment later I was getting closer nothing was stopping me I was determined to make it. I was two miles from my destination then all of a sudden! I came across this curvy road I have not been on. Once I saw another car while coming across this road I instantly panic and tried avoiding the car.

I immediately stood up, felt weird, and started crying as I jogged across the field. I realized my head was bleeding because there was blood dripping onto my glasses. I felt ready to pass out. I didn’t think I could make it any further with being this nerve - explosive feeling because I did not know how big this wound, which means bruise was because no human can see their forehead so for this case I just kept whaling with a bunch of tiny breaths at once I finally made it to the healthcare room. The people there helped me wash and put an ice pack on my wound. There was a bit more traffic than usual so my mom took a few more minutes to get there than usual. Once she had arrived I started crying because she was finally here and my stress would be resolved. The second she saw me she took a moment to start to remember the wound without looking at it and then she told me that I would have stitches put in and I was worried for myself so I cried out,” I don’t want to get stitches!” over and over again but she stated that staples are hard pieces of tape and stitches are better. I got in the car and stopped crying and we drove for a

When I was around ten years of age, I was riding my bike down a curved hill at an alarming speed. Halfway down the hill, I spotted a car heading up in my direction. Knowing that the car would see me when it was too late for it to stop, I thought to myself, even if it did stop – I would not be able to avoid it since it was set directly in my path. Please keep in mind that I only had a few seconds to determine my next move, however, it did seem like it was an eternity. I was about to use my brakes, but I suddenly stopped myself from doing so. Realizing that my bike only provided me with front wheel brakes, and using the brakes on a downhill was by far the worst idea at the time.

What an ideal time to go for a walk and get some fresh air. The outside loudly calls for a look out around the neighbourhood to perceive how things have changed, and how things have remained identical. As I wander down the street, it’s like I'm on my trustworthy bike riding around as a young man. I'm on yet another grand mission on my bicycle once more. Gracious, the spots my bicycle could take me, and did.