As I lay on the hard, gravelly ground, unable to move in a pool of my own blood, I closed my eyes. With sweat dripping down my forehead, I thought, How did this get so out of hand? I would give anything to go back to the way life was before (interior monologue). But when exactly was before? I suppose the day everything really went downhill was October 29, 1929: Black Tuesday, the day the stock market crashed and ruined millions of people’s lives. Reading in The Cincinnati Enquirer about how masses of people had lost everything and the numerous suicides that followed seemed horrible, but far away and unreal at the same time. I never expected my family to be affected by this calamity. I realized that horrible nightmare had become reality the …show more content…
“The bank just couldn’t keep all its workers; too many people have withdrawn all their money from their bank account and are hoarding it because they’re afraid of losing it.” That day, for the first time in my life, I saw my father cry. He tried to find another job, but to no avail. Too many stores were closing down. We became forced to eat at soup kitchens and wait in bread lines because we had no money to buy our own food. At first I refused to accept the free food. I would have rather gone hungry and preserved my pride. Eventually, I succumbed to the gnawing hunger in my stomach and shamefully accepted the free …show more content…
The train was so loud and moving so fast, and the wind was so strong, that Jet would not have been able to hear me even if I had shouted at the top of my lungs. My mistake was letting my guard down (suspense). If I had been alert and focused the entire time, I probably never would have fallen. But when the train gave a sudden jerk, taking up slack in the draw bars, I fell. Jet did not hear or notice, and the train flew by, severing both my legs off that had fallen under the wheels. Adrenaline rushing, I used my arms to drag the rest of my body away from the