The Worst Day of My Life

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,

I woke up on a beautiful saturday morning.The sun was flashing through my curtains. All of a sudden my mom burst through my door with a huge smile on her face.

I had my surgery that Friday after my last football game to cheer at, so my mom told me if I wanted to go that she could take me. I went and sat with the cheerleaders, and then after the cheerleaders and the football players went to McDonalds. Once we went home, we got some rest and had to wake up at 4:30 a.m. to get up there and ready for my surgery at 6:15am. When got in the room for my iv’s, I was a little scared but once they took me back for surgery I was

My dad made progress, he was soon able to stand up, and as he made progress and began to walk. It was a complete turnaround from the prediction that he would never walk again. He was tired, but he was determined as he got sick of laying in his bed all day and pushed himself to make progress. His actions taught me that even if you face slim odds, with hard work you can make the best of any situation. When you get knocked down you can let the event control you forever, or you can work to not let it get the best of you.

The worst day of my life was August 8th, 2016. Strangely enough, it was the last ten minutes of the day too. At 11:50pm, I learned of the death of one of my closest friends, Harvey Bell III. Harvey was riding his bike when he was struck and killed by a teenage driver. Harvey was seventeen years old. The woman who killed him wasn’t drunk, nor was she texting. To this day, I still don’t know how she hit him, but I and everyone he knows must accept that it happened.

Then next day, my mom took me to the doctor and when they called my name from the waiting room, I was limping to the x-ray room. I was in so much pain so I teared up. The doctor

We go in and the room was filled with toys for little babies and I was not a baby so I just sat on the bed. I waited for my mom to finish filling out the papers and the doctor to get back. We ended up waiting for twenty minutes before they came back, but when they did, they came with all the supplies they would need for my hand.The cast was purple, and when I returned to school, everyone noticed and asked if they could sign it.

It was not long before I went to the doctors and got an x-ray confirming my foot was broken. The doctor told me I would have to wear a boot and crutches for six weeks. I giggled as I was always curious how it is to be in one of those cool boots. I miscalculated this small crack and chip on the x-ray and figured I will be alright. To be honest, I was relieved since my

He abandoned the room and I knew my road to recovery was going to be challenging. My cousin came to mind instantly as she was able to relate to my experience. Three days proceeded and I wasn't feeling much pain since the surgery therefore, I decided to rise and practice walking. Initially, I felt a great amount of discomfort and walking around the halls was certainly an obstacle. Four days progressed, a gorgeous view of the sun was out of my hospital room window following a loud knock on the door.

Not everything in life has a fairytale ending. There are certain times in life when you realized that you can’t hold onto grudges and anger that doesn’t do you any good. You grow to realize that family is the most important gift you will ever receive. Especially after losing someone you have cherished, loved and looked up to over the years. April 17, 2016 was one of the worst days of my life. I lost a great women who inspired me to be a better me and follow my dreams; my grandmother. She was such an inspiration to me and a great joy to have in my life for 18 years. She would help to teach people how to learn from their own mistakes and share great experiences with the ones she loved.

Roosevelt once described his service in the Spanish-American War as “the great day of my life” (www.nps.com). Roosevelt’s incredible leadership ability was first put to the test and demonstrated during the Battle of Las Guasimas as he braved a hail of enemy fire from horseback and led his men to a flanking position that broke the back of the Spanish forces and sent them into retreat. Following this action, Col. Wood was promoted to General, and Roosevelt was promoted to Colonel, giving him command of the 1st Volunteer Cavalry Regiment. Las Guasimas was a defining moment in Roosevelt’s life; however the greatest of these moments was no doubt at the Battle of San Juan Heights. Pinned down by heavy enemy fire, Roosevelt mounted his horse and cried “Are you afraid to stand up, when I am on horseback,” (www.artofmanliness.com) as he charged headlong into the fire and up Kettle Hill. After taking the first hill, Roosevelt saw that the American effort on the adjacent San Juan Hill was faltering, and he once again rallied his men for one final assault on the Spanish position. The following description of Roosevelt’s action is from his Medal of Honor citation, which was awarded posthumously in 2001.

The next few weeks were hard. Trying to carry myself around on crutches while having the arm strength of a toothpick was a hard, and I struggled a lot. The doctors still didn’t know what was going on with my leg. I went to my family doctor, she didn’t know. They signed me up for physio; my physio therapist couldn’t figure it out. No one could figure out what was wrong with it. I had been on the waiting list for MRI testing and I got a call one night saying they had a spot for me. I went and got the MRI and a few weeks later they called with the results; I had torn both my ACL and my

After not being able to walk for a span of 4 months at the age of 9 everyone had given up on me walking again. The thought of not only having one leg but not being able to walk as a regular person was frightening to everyone surrounding me. Lose of hope and confidence, I wouldn't let that get to me. I was determined to get back to the person I was before.

Once we walked into the hospital room that my mom was in I was feeling scared and alone. My mom couldn’t move at all. I asked her if she was ok. “I’m in a lot of pain, but I will be better soon,” she said with a grimace. Before I had to leave I gave her a wary hug because I didn’t want to hurt her. Once we got back in the waiting room with the rest of my family, we found out she had torn a disk in her back.

I don’t remember much about that day. That day led to a lot of bad things and dark days. I was in middle school, 14 or 15. I was feeling a little bit better after i woke up. I had already been gone for a week or more. It start out as a normal morning. I ate breakfast, got dressed, and did all of the essential things to get ready for school. My sister was already ready. She was going to highschool at that time. My brother was isolated in his room, my father was asleep. My mom is always up when we get ready to go to school. That was no surprise. Smokie one of our cats at the time was really old. My mom was was sitting on our couch using her computer. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was in the air. The sun was just coming up, but it was