My mom was the driver and Mia and I were sitting in the backseat. My mom took a right turn on a green light. Because we got hit from behind, we didn’t see what happened. Meanwhile the bystanders said a little brown car came speeding through a red light, ran into a big silver truck and then ricocheting off of that hit us from behind. Let me tell you though the impact felt like a herd of elephants running over you.
Everyone moves their way through life differently, because no two people are the same. We all have things about ourselves that make us unique. I would like to think at the end of my life, I can look back on it and say to myself that I made my parents proud and prove to everyone that said it was not possible wrong. My career path of becoming an athletic therapist allows me to continue my life as an individual in many ways. It was not until February 13, 2015 that I one hundred percent knew this was what I not just wanted to do but needed to do for the rest of my life.
In late February of 2014, a couple of my friends and I went through a traumatizing experience. We decided to drive around Marion after school one day, everything was going smoothly, then took a turn for the worst. It was Destini and I in the back with Carrie driving and MaKayla in the passenger seat, we were all talking about a topic we thought of randomly. We were driving around Marion and eventually got tired of driving down the same roads so we switched it up and headed out to the country. Everything was going good, but then in a split second everything changed.
Bergeron positively identified Finkley as the person who damaged her vehicle. I met with Victim Jill Marie Bergeron, who told me the following information in summary: On 03-27-16 at approximatley1430 hours, Bergeron exited the Target’s first floor entrance located on the north side of the building. Bergeron began walking to her vehicle which was parked on the first level. Bergeron heard a female yelling behind her. Bergerson looked over heard shoulder and saw Suspect Finkley walking approximately ten feet behind her.
On September 7 1996 I lost my best friend . Me and Tupac was driving away after the boxing match in las Vegas , nevada . i was sitting in the back seat and Tupac was in the passenger seat and Suge knight was driving. I looked out the window and I saw a car speeding and I smelled rubber burning . Before you knew is it was a Cadillac that swerved to the passenger 's side of the Bmw .
The short story has allegory, everything has a double meaning like the dent in Arnold's car “Done by a crazy woman driver”, and how the only drivers are male. Connie’s father drives the family to the barbeque and Connie's friend’s dad drives them to the shopping plaza. The story most likely took place in the 1960’s because of all the events going on. The drive in restaurant, how women don't drive and Connie’s mother and her daughters take care of the cleaning and
It was December 25, 1999, and my partner Jorge and I were driving down a country highway in our police car near Chicago. We usually worked during the holidays, so that some other officers could get a day-off. There was a ton of snow that year; streets were barely visible. Driving down the street slowly was pretty boring, so we just talked. "There is a lot of snow today," I murmured.
Staying at the hospital made me feel safe. I'm happy my family was with me because no matter what happens they will always take care of me throughout everything in life. Before the accident my family made me smile, and made me feel lucky to have them because they kept me safe through that night until the accident. Even after the accident they helped me out of the car after it crashed, but out of everyone my mom was the one who was mostly there for me, she told me that everything would be okay which made me feel a lot
It 's late 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.
Have you heard the story of one of Chicago’s most famous ghosts? The story of Mary began in the 1930s. Drivers driving on Archer Avenue began telling others of their strange encounters with a young woman wearing a white dress. They always assumed she was a real flesh and blood person until she suddenly disappeared. What upset the motorists was that a young woman would try to jump on the running boards of their automobiles as they were driving past Resurrection Cemetery.