The Race Down Hillary Lane

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.

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

One summer day getting off the school bus running home, excited about going outside; couldn’t wait to go play with my friends when I walked through the door and there was my Aunt Liz. Standing there with tears in her eyes, in extreme amount of pain. I was scared, didn’t know what to do or who to call. Do I called, Mom or 911? After calling my mother then 911, I knew I had to help my Aunt Liz, bring you into the world. No one around, no one to ask for help, only Liz and I. My panic turn into a brave teenager who needed to help her

I was thirteen, and I had just come home from a school softball game. My friend Dalton had invited my sister and I to come and swim at the neighborhood pond. My sister stayed home, but I got permission to go. After a while of swimming, Dalton looks at me claims that he’ll jump out of a tree near the bank if I jump out. Of course, I accepted my friend’s little dare and climbed into the tree, focusing on the seven-foot-deep drop-off off of the bank. Regrettably, I didn’t jump far enough. My right leg landed in the drop-off, but my left leg hit the clay, which caused all of my weight to shift to my left foot. I felt an immense pain in my ankle and started screaming while crawling over to the bank as Dalton ran to get my mom. After I finally made it to the emergency room, I found that I had broken my fibula at an upward slant, which caused the upper part of the bone to slam down into my ankle.I had completely blown out every ligament and tendon on the left side of my ankle. I had to have a plate and four screws implanted into my fibula along with the surgical repair of all of my ligaments and tendons. The entire ordeal left me extremely interested in the human body, and this interest was heightened when I had to get my appendix removed a few months later and again when I took Anatomy and

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.

With the 2016 Presidential Election coming up, it would be a wise idea to start researching on the candidates. As a young adult, this will be my first time to vote. Thus, this assignment is beneficial is seeing what kind of tax policies the presidential candidates propose. There is an article written by Georgetown Public Policy Review that gives a basic oversight on the presidential candidates and their tax policy.

I fondly remember my horrible crash as well. I crashed because I was riding at my bikes top speed through a tunnel and what I did not know was that there was a sharp left turn at the end of the tunnel that I did not know of. Therefore, I continued straight and right into a hillside off the side of a three foot ledge. The bike flipped on top of me as I fell and crushed me. My lips and cheeks were bleeding slightly, the visor on my helmet was knocked off somewhere, and I was in tears. It was a very good thing I was wearing proper riding gear. Despite the crash we continued riding on for another hour or so. The next day turned to disaster. It started fine but it quickly got worse; it started with a very close call involving a cliff. We were all riding when I fell off my bike and they continued ahead without me. While I struggled and succeeded to get the bike off me and start it, my father and his friend nearly went off of a cliff a turn ahead. Even though that disaster was avoided we had another problem; my father’s bike broke down. My father’s friend and I rode all the way back to the truck and drove it all the way back to where he broke

I was eight months old when my chubby little body broke its strongest bone. Being my outgoing, curious self I was beginning to become more and more comfortable with the edges of my parents bed. With my brother not paying attention, I decided to test my knowledge of life. The result of me falling to the ground is captured in photographs, a chubby kid with a groin high blue cast, sitting on top of the same bed.

My left elbow hurt very badly and I could feel blood running down my arm. It hurt so badly that I was crying. After a few minutes, I tried to get up, but I made my elbow hurt so badly because I was adding pressure to much pressure to it. Then I bent my elbow to see if it was broken because on the shows my parents watch, the doctors tell the injured people to bend their arms or legs to see if they are broken. Finally, someone noticed me and called Jaci’s mom, Brooke, over.

My shirt, racquet, face, and floor all soaked in blood. My chin was gushing. I was surrounded my instructors and all the kids in my class. Olivias mom and my mom ran out from the waiting area onto the court to check on me. My instructor picked me up and brought me to the bathroom, while I was still bleeding out everywhere. My mom grabbed a paper towel and held it to my chin. When the adults noticed my injury wasn’t clotting I was rushed to the hospital.Jen drove the car while my mom made sure that I wasn’t getting blood everywhere. My chin was numb and I was hysterically crying. My eyes were like faucets. To distract me from my injury my mom made me eat an apple.The only thing that did was make my chin hurt even worse. At first, I didn’t even notice how badly my cut hurt because I was so focused on the blood. Now my chin felt like I was cut with a knife. I was suffering so

As our bodies collided mid-air, I couldn’t dictate exactly how I would fall on the rugby pitch that winter day during my freshman year. I landed hard on my right arm as the players over and around me continued the play. As the game drew to a close, the pain in my arm increased. My physician, Dr. Moran, explained what he saw with an easy smile. I had fractured my wrist. As a former college basketball player and orthopedic surgeon, he’d seen this injury many times. As my mind raced with thoughts of how I was going to deal with the injury and school, Dr. Moran remained calm. For him, it was less about the reconstruction of my hand, although it was important, but preserving my livelihood as best as possible after treatment. Even though I struggled

When you break a bone it’s not very fun. When I broke my collarbone I couldn’t do anything for myself. Someone had to carry my books and had to write my stuff down. The worst thing was I couldn’t play sports like football and baseball I had to watch which I really hated. I couldn’t even get dress fully by myself that honestly really sucked. So, before you go out and do something dumb think twice about it because you could be the next one to break a bone. It’s not very fun.

Honestly , it was my first time going to the Accident and Emergency department i was scared and worried about what will happen to my wrist and how will my parents react .While my teacher was doing all the registration i sat there in state of shock . It was really a blessing having my best friend by my side comforting me and constantly telling me everything will be alright . I was then called to do some X-RAYS before consulting the doctor . My parents finally came and just right it was my turn to consult the doctor , my mother then went in together with me . The doctor was then examining my X-RAYS that i took before consulting him . My heart was beating very very fast as I am a right hander and i need my right hand to do many things . Finally the doctor spoke , he said that there was no obvious or major fractures shown in my X-RAYS but i have to put an temporary cast on my hand. He then referred me to a specialist at KK Children Bone Specialist to ensure there was no hairline fracture or any small minor fractures .

The weird part: I didn`t cry. I just remember screaming as loudly as I possibly could as my friends rushed to me and called my parents. I heard gasps, as people tried not to stare at my instantly bruised elbow turning purple and blue. As I was rushed into an ambulance, I could see the worry in my parents sorry eyes, and didn’t know what to do. Once we arrived at the intimidating hospital, with people on gearnies being rolled around all over the first floor, the doctor came to me after what felt like a year. They rolled me to a dark, secluded room where they x-rayed my elbow. I was rolled back and put on medicine that relieved the pain, and put me to sleep, which after all three doses, still barely worked.