My longest minute that I remember was petrifying. My day started off normal like any other day, a fresh breeze with The sun tucked behind the clouds. But after my longest minute, i concluded that Time doesn’t wait for anyone but, he was generous this day.
I was no older than six when my longest minute first occurred. It was fall of 2006, and I had decided it’d be a good idea to stay in to watch movies. So my grandmother ran out to the store to get some snacks. To kill time, we thought it would be a brilliant idea to play like we were in this big parade. The only people at home were, of course, me, my aunt, my uncle and my baby sister. My sister Maddie was four, and my aunt and uncle were 11. In this game, we were apart of the band, and we all played different instruments. My uncle led us around the house, and we threw
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And of course, the baby wanted to try to play too. So, we just gave it to her not thinking about what could go wrong. So, We continued to stroll around the house and Maddie can barely hold it but, she was getting the hang of it. And right when we thought everything was going well. Bang, she bumped into the wall with the pole still in her mouth, and there it was down her throat. Things made a turn for the worse, and I was the only one who seemed to be freaking out about it. At the time it seemed like a good idea, but, that’s where we were wrong. She was coughing up blood, and I didn’t quite understand how something so fun turned into something so violent. Immediately we reached for the phone to call my grandmother. They’re explaining to her what happened and she’s around the corner. Now at this point, i'm scared out of my mind, I thought she was dead for sure and wasn’t going to make it to the hospital. All of this happened within ten minutes, and my grandmother just went to the corner store. They put her on the sofa and gave her a cup of water, In the meantime, i ran
The days seem to go on forever, but the nights are even longer. In the
in the short times that seem so long just before sleep. It was a frightening
A woman was huddled in the corner of a house, a knife in one hand and a baby in another. The baby was crying, and there was a look of terror on the woman's face. Suddenly, a banging sound made the woman's head jerk up. An inhuman scream followed, causing the woman to grip the knife tighter.
I was in my basement with my younger brother and my dad. My brother and I were bored so we started to pass a basketball back and forth. All of a sudden the ball hit my brother in the mouth. He flinched and had a look of pain on his face. I saw a tooth come out of his mouth and fly under a shelf. My dad gasped and looked at my and my brother. I was afraid my brother was going to be really mad at me. Luckily my brother doesn’t get hurt easily and he was fine, and actually happy I knocked out his tooth. I was relieved to know I didn’t hurt my brother. The only problem now was to find his tooth. My dad got a flashlight and shined it under the shelf searching for the tooth. Thankfully we found his, although it was very dusty.
I immediately rushed to the hospital to see if god had spared my Jacks. I was so confused about everything. I prayed over and over again that I wouldn’t hear the worst. My stomach was in knots, I felt like I was going to throw up at anytime. I drove with a heavy heart. If she was okay and I could get her back, I planned to redeem myself and spend the rest of my life with her. I debated whether or not I should tell her about cheating on her after the fight but I didn’t want to hurt her more. I’d have to think about it. As I walked in the building, there was a nurse in the entrance talking. I overheard her talking about a woman who was in an accident and I thought she was referring to Jackie but then she said the baby would be fine. I knew then, it wasn’t Jacks. I then approached the receptionist in hopes that she would tell me what I needed to hear.
I can see a crack of light coming from under the bathroom door. I keep hearing a strange sound, almost like a hurt puppy. As I walk closer, I see a dark puddle on the floor. Suddenly, I am very afraid. I slowly open the door. “Mommy, Mommy, are you ok?” My mother looked at me and cried, “Dial 911, Darling! Hurry, Honey, Hurry!” There is so much blood—on the floor, on her clothes, and on her hands. I can hear the sirens now. Mommy goes for a ride in the ambulance. My three day old baby brother and I have to stay with the neighbor until Daddy comes and picks us up. What happened to my mother?
In the short story, “Popular Mechanics” by Raymond Carver, Carver provides the details needed to determine that the baby will one way or the other, wind up dead due to the parent’s actions. Because of the parent’s actions toward the baby while arguing over who gets it, the story says that, “The baby was red-faced and screaming… he held onto the baby and pushed with all his weight.”(2). Because of how they’re treating the baby, and how it reacts, shows that they don’t have much respect for each other, for they are taking it out on the baby. The mother thinks that the father is mistreating the baby and hurting it, causing him to fight back and try to “...grip the screaming baby up under an arm near the shoulder.”(2). Although the baby is hurting
Guess how long I lasted? 5 minutes. I thought I had made it a whole three hours because I was doing my computer science homework, until I realized I had been doing my homework on the internet. It had come to a point where I was about to throw my phone and computer against a wall because it made me so mad that I couldn’t go that long with out using either of them.
I sat back and let the sun bathe me in its bright, reminiscent light. The atmosphere around me was quiet, but just a few feet away people were mourning a great life. It was a life that some say was “lived to the longest and the fullest.” I ,on the other hand, held a solid disagreement. The “longest” couldn’t yet be over, could it? Seventy-five just seemed too short when I had only shared thirteen years with this fabulously, wonderful woman.
We had all just got back from Des Moines. Alivia, Lexi, Brianna, and I wore sitting on her bed. Our faces lit up with blue because we were on our phones. It was really late I think maybe eleven o’clock. When I glance up and watch the bathroom door creep closed. I freaked out about it trying to scare everyone else. Alivia basically sits on me. Pulling a mound of blankets over our heads. Everyone is screaming and Brianna’s mom, Keri, runs into her room. Then the door opens slightly and that’s when I actually panic. I cling to Alivia and yelling, “Did you see that?” Keri looks very concerned about us and has fear in her own eyes as she jumps into bed with us. We all don’t know what to do. All of us are telling Keri to go look while we hide under the blankets. My mind is racing I personally don’t want to go check because what if there’s a killer in the bathroom. All I can think is I’m too young die.
Have you ever had a moment in time that seems like minutes or hours even though it was only a few seconds? Have you ever seen everything before you play out in slow motion, where you are aware of everything around you, yet not knowing what was going on? I have, and as I look back on it, I feel very blessed and protected. On March 21, 1987, I decided to take a little swim in our swimming pool and almost drowned.
After a quick breakfast, I pulled some of my gear together and headed out. The car ride of two hours seemed only a few moments as I struggled to reinstate order in my chaotic consciousness and focus my mind on the day before me. My thoughts drifted to the indistinct shadows of my memory.
The greatest achievement in my life would have to be my success in the sport of football. I started playing the game at the age of eight. It stuck with me throughout my life until now. During a football game there are numerous amounts of dynamic situations to be involved with. There are so many crucial actions that take place in the matter of seconds. In a certain instance in my life , the game had a strong impact on my life. It took place my senior year against our rivals, the best team in the district. That Monday we began preparing for the coming Friday. It was a typical week until I woke up Wednesday morning. I was routinely late for school running around the house. On my way out the door the phone brought me to an abrupt stop. Turning around, I started to sprint to the phone. A few steps into it, I crushed my little toe on the leg of my couch. Face down on the carpet, I proceeded to scream in pain. Answering the phone quickly got check off my things to do list. As soon as I could regain my sanity I hopped over to the couch and forgot about school. My toe suddenly turned black and swollen. It was the worst coincidence that could’ve happened to me. I went to the hospital later that day, where I heard that my foot was broken and I couldn’t play.
I rushed into the washroom and shouted at downstairs”For god’s sake!!Mom!Can you let your daughter be calm down,don’t shout or jump for joy just because a stupid Fun fair?!!”I closed the door crazily and opened my electric toothbrush,tried to make some noise to cover Margaret’s