Recommended: Personal narrative of a car crash
I have not yet realized that the impact has broken my right arm and leg. My brothers and friends crawled out the vehicle through tinkling of broken glass and a car upside down. Moments later commotion ensue and the drunk driver speeds off. Later would I find out that the accident was a hit and run. I was rushed to the hospital and quickly sent to the operating room.
The truck driver got out the truck asking me if I was ok but I ran down the sidewalk to my house to tell my mom.
Reuven notices that Danny is very different from whom he had expected him to be. As the son of Reb Saunders, Danny shows many signs of having an intellectual passion, however he admits that studying just the Talmud is not enough and that his school life is quite boring. He feels that the teachers are too afraid of his father to challenge him, thus, he reads many books as a replacement for experiencing the challenges and excitement that he could never achieve at school. Rather than judging Danny by his appearance or position, Reuven uses this opportunity to actually listen to him, as a result, he was able to learn many things about his new friend. Prior to the novel, the same reoccurring theme of friendship seem to play an important role in
I started to pick up my speed gradually, hoping that the car wouldn 't either but luck sure wasn 't on my side that morning, the car shifted speeds as I did, which at this point I 'm pretty sure we both knew that we were on to each other so I cut to the chase and book it! Lighting seemed like a turtle compared to me, I ran so fast that I didn 't realize I was already at the front steps of my school in 6 seconds.
And off we go. Our engines roaring as we take off. Aftyn and I love to race. I went to the left and was riding in a big open area while Aftyn went over to the right and was side hilling. I was just coming over a hill when the unthinkable happened.
but then I heard a rushing in bush next to me. My heart starts beating twice as fast, the sweat on my face felt like bullets. I make my way over to
The old ford lurched off the road and climbed a hill adjacent to the road, only to roll back down and land roof first into the icy terrain. As I was hanging upside down, dangling by my seatbelt, I could feel blood dripping onto my face. I remember the buzzing in my head, my mom screaming my name, but I couldn’t reply. Everything was in slow motion. The firefighters shining light into my eyes, the ambulance sirens blaring, my dad rushing to us after hearing the news.
There were 15 of us from my church all squished into two vans. While I climbed into this big van I thought it was going to be so fun to drive up a mountain, see all the appealing scenery and have the thrill of almost feeling like we're going to fall. Well…. I was wrong. Every second there was a huge bump or pothole in the road so our heads were slamming against the side of the van.
Moving Truck Moving truck. What does that mean? I view moving trucks as a symbol for me, who I am as a person. Since my dad is in the military, moving has been a big part of my life since I was born. I’ve moved a total of 8 times now (more or less), and with all of that moving experience, I view moving in a variety of ways.
I hit eh tree at a slight angle which prevented my head from making contact with the tree, but meant that the entirety of the force was put on my inner left thigh. In the blink of an eye, I was on my back, in pain, and wanting to see my mom. Turns out she wanted to see me too. She fully ran down the side of the iced over hill in order to get to me without falling while my dad crept down the side. After making sure that I did not hit my head, They put me on a sled and carried me back to the
Suddenly you hear something. Trrriing…. Trrriiing… The driver reaches out towards the dashboard to grab his phone. Next thing you know, You’re lying on a bed with your entire family surrounding you, People in the left side of the room praying for you and the people on the right awaiting the sight of you opening your eyes.
Thunder rolled and rain pouring down while I was taking the easier way to go to my job . Quick glance at my rear view mirror the police car behind me. At the first moment, I assumed he was not for me. When the sirens and lights started flashing , I was driving slowly. Pulling over to right and coming to full stop.
and I’m on my way to my friends house not really paying attention. When all of a sudden i notice a car creeping along the road, almost stopped as if it were a deer in headlights. I knew something was up, so I slowed down with the thought of deer crossing the road. As I got closer and had been lightly pressing the brakes is when i looked down to check my speedometer. I was going 65 in a 35 and before I could even think to slow down I see the two worst possible colors you can see when driving over the speed limit.
It was all a blur. Next thing I know I feel a sharp pain in my arm. I collapse and land head first. My breathing became hard and heavy. My eyes felt like they couldn’t stay up on their own.
Then, all too quickly, BAM! I was sprawled flat on my face, my hands and feet laid out, just hard ground beneath my stunned body, my hand sliced on a shard of broken bottle. I screamed bloody murder all the way to the emergency room. My mom tried to comfort me to no avail; I was a blubbering, hysterical mess. The nurses lifted me onto the bed and tried to calm me
