The Accident Day
At some point in your life have you thought about when you will die? Life turns unexpectedly, from one second to another, our destiny can be another, maybe today may be the last day, or maybe not; but in any case it is always good to enjoy each day as if it were the last. Because the only sure thing we have in life is death. I am going to talk to you about the day that I will never forget and I leave a mark in my life was the day I was close to death.
My grandparents were going to travel to Laredo Texas to see our family, and I wanted to see my cousins. So I started insisting that my mother let me travel with my grandparents, since my mom could not go for her work, and decided to give me permission. I was very excited because I had a lot time that not go to Laredo, and on the trip everything was fine my grandfather listened to music on the radio, in particular Vicente Fernandez or all the artists of his time. Then I got bored and became eternal the road, so I almost always fell asleep and my grandparents would lift me up when we went to Laredo. thank god we arrived with good and happy to see our family, we were like half a week in Laredo, because we had to return to Monterrey we said goodbye to everyone, then I used to cry when I left and left my mom and I was crying back because I did not want to leave anymore and I was going to miss my uncles and cousins.
Also, before returning to Monterrey we arrived at Wal-Mart to buy some things, I remember that I
It was a rainy, gloomy afternoon, my sister and I were watching TV when we heard my parents talking to their friend about moving to Florida. My sister and I looked at each other with confused faces and asked each other if we are moving. Of course, we were clueless because my parents did not mention anything about moving to us. We asked my parents if we are moving and they said yes we are going to be moving to Florida. When my sister and I heard Florida, the first thing we thought was we are going to die from a tornado, because we thought Florida had a lot of hurricanes, earthquakes, and natural disasters.
December 11, 2013. Around 5:00 I was sleeping in my bed, but then eventually my dad came thought the door the door followed with a bang. The bang woke me up my dad said get up get somethings where going to the hospital, I was up and I out of my bed as if I was in the Military. Then out the door, but my dad had to go back to lock the door, then to the Hospital where my mom was. We were at the hospital, but we walk like a snail into the hospital because it was icy you couldn’t see the ground because of the snow with the cold air blowing in my face, my dad said my nose was red and my eyes were watering so he held my face against his big brown winter coat he wore for work.
Travis Allen 523 words 9100 St. Charles Rock Road St. Louis, MO 63114 (314) 493-6100 allent517@ritenourschools.org There seems to be a problem by Travis Allen It 's 4:00 am, my bed feels something like a cloud but less wet, laying facing the ceiling wondering if I will ever serve as a greater purpose other than grow up, get a job, get married, have a nice family, then die, you know the usual, none the less it still scares me knowing that one day I will die and no one will remember me or that I ever existed. Feelings of sadness soon swarm my mind until the alarm clock suddenly went off at 4:30 am which could only mean one thing;
Anyway no one expected what that day will change my life FOREVER. Like every other Saturday my cousins and I had plans to go to a club but that day was different I meet a person a girl, we talked, dance and we had a lot of fun, then I found out the she was only visiting her brother for the weekend because guess what she was from Wisconsin. So we exchanges number and promised to keep in touch we each other, we keep on talking thru the phone for a month and then she invite me to visit her home town Milwaukee, and liked the previews time we had a lot of fun.
Lucky, them, all I’ve got is a few deteriorating memories of Mother, Father, what we did together, the crash, and the orphanage. The orphanage is where it truly hit me that they were dead and I would never see them again. I was there for a year, that’s when my strongest and fondest memory occurred. An African American woman with kind brown eyes, a stark contrast to my blond hair, blue eyes, and white skin walked into my room and we talked for hours. I never would have thought I would have called her Mom then.
My life took an interesting turn when my mother told me I would be moving to a different country, fear took over my body because that meant I would have to start from zero. On January 1st, 2011 my mom gave me the exciting news that her fiancée, now husband, had started the process to bring her to the United States so she could become a permanent resident, live with him, form a family and start a brand new life. I remember her face blighting up to every time she spoke a word but that smile faded once she told me I could not come with at that time because of the expense of the process. I understood why she could not bring me with. We had economic and emotional issues going on.
And I mean I really don't know anything beyond that point and gladly I don't want to. But so far what I do remember is a party, a baby's shower for my new sister to come. I mean it was a Mexican so there was a lot of noise and things got bad real fast. I know Jairo was there and we were playing soccer on the road just like any other kid would but as soon as we heard the police sirens we ran inside I tripped and fell and scraped my knee and while I was laying down on the floor in pain Jairo thought it would be funny just to laugh at the top of his lungs.
When my mother's dad passed away from a brain aneurysm it was very hard on her. She was very close with her father, and she loved him very much. She became lost, and slightly out of it for a few weeks it was a sad time ,and tough time for my family we were devastated. When this tragedy occurred in my family my mother flew to new york where he lived for the funeral, and so did the rest of the family. I realized then that no matter how busy the family was, when this happened we came together to console one another.
I really missed my mom like really bad but eventually we got to see her we went to that building again and they put us in a small room and she walked in we jumped on her and yelled “Mommy” I was so happy the first time i had seen her in three weeks. We told her about everything that had happened so far she sounded mad when she said “I 'm going to get you back i promise.”
I always remember thinking that, there will be a tomorrow, that I will see my sister the next day; and one day I didn’t; and for me this was such a pivotal moment in my
Growing up, I’d always thought that death was the worst thing that could ever happen to a person, but it wasn’t until halfway through my sophomore year that I discover the truth. I had never really thought about the horror of watching someone you love wither away into a shadow of their former self; that was something that happened in books and movies, not in real life and definitely not to me. I was only 15 when my grandmother finally decided that it was time to take my mom up on her offer and come live with us. Her motivation? She knew she didn’t have much time left and wanted to spend her final moments at our house with her family.
During that moment, I realized how much of an impact something like death could have on someone, and it made me realize that I had to mature faster than I had been. Just like I
My life was great and I did not feel anything wrong in my life. Until my freshman year in high school, around April my grandfather had been admitted to the hospital and that had been the third time in the row in the span of a few months. I did not know how to feel, and I did not know if I should have felt sorrow or been strong because he was the strongest person I knew and I knew he would get through it. My family had prayers here and there, so I took part in them because I was asked not because I felt as though I needed to.
Everyone deals with the loss of a loved one in their own separate ways. In my life, loss is what has shaped me into who I am today. Over these seventeen years, I have gone through many losses in my family: an older brother to suicide, an uncle to colon cancer, a grandmother to a heart attack, however, there is one loss in particular, that has changed me in more ways than one. Every summer my grandfather
My dad was picking my brother and I up from school. We noticed how sad he looked; he was on the edge of tears. When we asked what was wrong he broke down. He told us our grandfather, his father, passed away. I’ll always remember that moment.