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Scariest Moment In My Life

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Opening my eyes to seeing mom and dad arguing and nurses checking on me and all I can think is what happened. Waking up one morning expecting to go to school and then suddenly not being able to breathe has to be one of the scariest moments ever. I woke up one morning of freshman year to go to school. As I just finished getting ready a sudden jolt of pain took over my body and my breath was gone. Screaming and crying for help was all I could do. Dad rushed down the stairs to pick me up and put me in the car after he had already taken my little brothers and sister to school. He rushed out of the driveway and onto the highway in an instant. I am sitting in the passenger seat clinching my chest as the pain grows. Every breath is harder and harder. I hear my dad calling 911 and telling them every minuet …show more content…

The fire fighters get the truck to move and my dad pulls up by the ambulance. I turn to my right to see what seemed to be a swarm of fire fighters out my window. The men helped me out of the car and one asked an ignorant question of if I just wanted out of school. They get me on the stretcher as I continue to ball my eyes out in pain. I hear the doors shut and feel the doctor put the IV in my arm. The pain was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. My dad sitting by me holding my hand as the doctor continues to work on me and give me oxygen. I hear the sirens and see the lights as we soar down the road. I look out the back window to see all the cars pulled off to the side. I closed my eyes hoping it would help but while I keep my eyes shut I see my deceased grandfather. I was at that moment scared for my life as I thought I had just died. Seeing my grandpa again was so scary yet so heart warming as if he was telling me everything was gonna be okay. We arrived at the hospital and got put in a

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