Narrative Essay On Car Accidents

Car Accident

"A car is not the only thing that can be recalled by its maker." (Unknown) I used to be the kind of person who thought nothing could ever hurt me, until a normal morning turned into a disaster, which made me realize that life can be taken abruptly. My significant event is my car accident.

After waving goodbye to my parents, I was off to school on a beautiful spring morning. It was a fifteen minute drive on gravel roads to get to my high school. My high school was a brick red building that stood high against the sky, and even though I didn't like going to school, I liked the building itself. I remember listening that day to Alanis Morisette, looking at the birth of wild daisies freshly blossoming on the side of the road. Then, all of a sudden, I heard a loud popping noise, which was the driver's side tire blowing out. That's when everything spun out of control. I remember hearing the Chevy pickup pitting up gravel as it starts to lose control. It headed straight for the ditch and rolled five times and smashed into a light pole. Soon after the pickup started to roll, I was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up, I was lying on the floor of the pickup and have sharp pains shooting up my back. A neighbor who was checking his field saw the entire event and rushed to help me. He took me to the emergency room, and I was released with minor cuts, bruises, and a brace for my back. Later that week one of my shoes and my school bag were found lying in a field fifty feet from where the pickup had rolled.

After that day, I came to realize that life is too precious to be taken for granted. I try to take each day and make it worthwhile. When my history teacher gives me reading homework, I rejoice in the fact I am here to read it at all, and that I can learn, instead of being a vegetable in the hospital like so many are after terrible car accidents. I live every

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Essay on Personal Narrative- The Fatal Car Accident

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Personal Narrative- The Fatal Car Accident

I always hear those old sayings. In the course of one day I can hear them about everything from retraining old dogs to getting up early. I think they make sense and I even ponder on some of them, but I never really thought one might mean as much to me, or become as realistic as it has become in my life. The clichés about telling those you love, how you feel, before it is too late and the ones about living every day like it is your last have an all new meaning to me.

I remember it like it happened yesterday. I am sprawled out on my bed doing homework. The phone rings for what seems like the hundredth time that evening. I answer it with a snap of annoyance. My best friend, Stephanie, on the…show more content…

By the time I get to school the next morning, I have all but convinced myself that I don’t know anyone who drives a white CRX.

The bell rings and school jumps into action. Immediately the halls worry with the buzz of whispered questions and curious rumors. The bits and pieces of the past night’s events that I over-hear in the hallway on the way to the locker tell me of the trauma. In the ten short minutes before first period, I learned that the white CRX, driven by Chase Burton and occupied by John Stormes, both previous Daniel Boone students, along with two others, lost control and wrecked. It somersaulted at a high rate of speed, flinging all of the passengers out of the car and ripping them against the cold interstate asphalt. John died and Chase lies suffering in critical condition. The walk to my first period class suddenly becomes a blur, as if it in a dream- a really bad dream.

All of this must be wrong. John just won’t leave my mind. I keep seeing him and his over-sized Pantera tee-shirt hanging loosely on his lanky body. His scuffed black combat boots are barely visible beneath his too-long, super-wide-legged jeans. The earring and buzz cut give the wrong impression to those who never took the time to find out how smart and caring he was.

He can’t be dead. There he goes, through the hall. No, that is someone else, but his assigned seat is still empty. He’ll come dragging in here any minute. I bet he woke up late or got stuck in traffic.

I float from

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