Living Through Tragedy For most people, becoming a parent is one of the greatest moments in their lives. I never understood the true meaning of love until I became a father. Little did I know; I would also learn the tragedy of loss. May fifteenth started out as just a normal sunny day. Roll out of bed in the morning, work eight hours, and go home. I had a beautiful wife, Amy, a happy and healthy nine-month old daughter, Kayla, and a lively and energetic two-year-old son, Joby. Life was wonderful.. On a country road of the Colorado plains my life was turned upside down in the blink of an eye. After an argument with my wife, I decided to drive into town, and I took Joby with me. Fueled by anger, I was driving a little too fast and a bit …show more content…
My mind was filled with many questions that could not be answered. Why him and not me? How could I have been so stupid? How will I face his mother? Am I worthy to raise my daughter? While lying at the hospital I was filled with hatred and anger. I was ready to give up, and I didn’t care what happened to me. I saw my wife and my daughter at the funeral for the first time since the accident. I realized that I still had something to live for. I still had Amy and Kayla, and they needed me. I had to stop feeling sorry for myself and concentrate on getting better. It took many weeks to recover physically and years to recover emotionally. Amy and I focused on raising our daughter and tried to continue living a normal life. Unfortunately, some feelings and emotions just don’t go away. Guilt and anger drove us apart, and we ended up divorcing a few years later. I still raise my Kayla, and she is the center of my world. The sorrow never goes away and I am still angry at myself for what happened that day. Who would Joby be today? How would my life be different? There are still questions, but no answers. It only takes a few moments to install a car seat and even less time to fasten a seatbelt. It can save a life. Live to enjoy each moment, because life can change in a split
I’m so proud of my mom for how strong she was through this terrible time. I will never take advantage of having a mother because she could have not been here today. The woman that hit my mom was 28 year old, Tara Matarese, She ended up in jail for driving under a suspended licence. I don’t know where she is today, and she has never tried to contact my mother or my family. . But for my mom, she gained full use of her legs, and her hand, she still has the metal plates in her arms, shoulders, and pelvis, she has some days where she is in a lot of pain, but she pushes through. She has a large scar on her stomach, and another on her arm. She will forever have those marks as terrible reminders of the tragic accident. She stays strong though, and i will always be there for her through the bad days. My mom is a fighter, and i will forever admire her for everything she has been
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
At that time, I had never experienced the death of someone I knew. It seemed like something that happened to other people, not me, but it happened. He was one of my dad’s best friends and my dad was devastated. I didn’t hang out with Eric a whole lot, I mainly babysat his kids, but when I did, it was a great time. I didn’t really grieve when he died. I was sad that he died, but I was more sad for his wife and kids. I visited them a few times after it happened, and it was heartbreaking. His oldest child, Lily, had horrible nightmares and she was sleep deprived because of it. She was barely functioning. She was nine. When I was nine, the worst thing I thought could happen to me was having to go to school everyday to see this girl who always picked on me. I think that has to be a child’s worst nightmare, to lose a parent. Eric’s second oldest child, Dalton, stopped talking for weeks and he wouldn't eat. And Laythan, his youngest, was confused about the whole situation, but he was so young that he won’t really remember his dad. And his wife, she hasn’t been the same since. For a long time after he died, she would cry whenever she saw my dad because Eric loved him like a brother. It made me sick to see how much pain came from this, and if I could go back, I would make sure this never happened. There were many ways we tried to help them while they were grieving, but we couldn’t help them in the way they wanted to be helped; We couldn’t
I was so upset I couldn’t believe it. I was only five when this happened and losing your best friends at the age of five is the most upsetting thing that can happen. I never knew sadness could hurt that much. It felt like I was losing a part of me, especially knowing that I would never see them again. Even though I was really little when this all happened I felt like I understood what was happening. Going to the hospital to visit them made me happy, but also sad at the same time. I was happy because I got to talk to them again. I was devastated because seeing them lay in a bed, hanging on to their life was not something a five-year-old wants to see happen to their best friends, the people they connect with the most, let alone anyone
You can barely breath. You feel as though you're screaming but no sound is coming out. The fire is spreading rapidly. You need to get to your siblings to safety. Your heads pounding as you keep telling yourself, " I need to save them...I need to save them...I need to save them!" Many have gone traumatic and life changing experiences. For instance, Bethany Hamilton, Aron Ralston, and Hyeonseo Lee. Hamilton lost her arm to a shark and Ralston had to amputate his own arm. Talk about Lee and the battles she had to fight for her and her family to escape North Korea. These three have one thing in common, they're survivors. They combined three necessities to survive their situations bravery, faith, and willpower.
As you were not able to live with grief and did not have the childhood of your dream, you will offer this opportunity to your children. You will hope that your children admire you and think that they have the most beautiful, kind and caring mother.
After all of that happened I knew that my whole family was going to change because of this terrible incident. That was the saddest thing about that because La’maya really brought my family together. I don’t know why, but it did and that was a exciting thing for me. This really was a blessing for my family because before her my family didn’t really hang with each other they were always arguing and just boring. But after the baby passed everything changed. The day after I found out I didn’t cry until I got to school and I had a basketball game that day. I didn’t want to play basketball or nothing. I just wanted to go home then go home and get back in the bed. But that didn't happen I went to the basketball game and for some reason I just felt
It’s been a week since me Mike Duthem has survived that plane crash in the ocean and I have learned more about better ways to improve my survival. A day or two ago I was walking on the beach of this Island with clear ocean tropical water on my right and an endless amount of palm trees to my left. On this walk I noticed another abandoned half sunken ship on the shore and I swam in the water to explore it. In my discoveries I found a dry and barley damaged survival guide. My goals were to improve my living conditions on this Island like water, food, and shelter.
April 28th, 2015. This date is forever forged in my mind and has impacted the way I live my everyday life. My Aunt Nomie, the pillar of the Barrow family, passed away after a hard fought battle of cancer. Although she fought the good fight, the many treatments and chemotherapy she went through was unfortunately not enough to keep her healthy. Her unique and happy soul kept the family together through the years, taught me to always look for the good in any bad that came my way, and kept us dying of laughter in the worst of times. She lit up any room she entered with her smile that went from ear to ear, no matter the circumstance. She fought with strength, determination, and killer faith. After receiving the news on the morning of April 28th, 2015, I knew my life would never be the same.
and the loss of our sister to whom he was very close to. During the
Have you ever almost been killed or in a near death experience? Well I have, and I can personally tell you that it is not something that you ever want to do in your lifetime. It all happened about 5 years ago when I was in 3rd or 4th grade. I was 8 years old and, now that I really think about it, because I’m writing this paper, that was probably one of the worst, if not worst, days in my entire life. No, it probably was the worst day in my life.
August 25, 2015, I remember it like it was yesterday; I nervously scrambled for all my papers. Checking and double checking that I had my proof of
Becoming a mother has been the best part of my life. I became a mother at a very young age. I had no idea what to expect and was not in the least prepared for the journey that lie ahead. I have truly embraced motherhood and enjoy all the wonderful things it has taught me. While living through motherhood, I have found that it can teach you the most valuable lessons there are to learn. Being a mother has taught me how to have patience. I have also learned that being a mother takes a lot on mental and physical strength. My children have been the best to teach me how to juggle many tasks at once. They have made me strong. Even through some unexpected turns, I have learned how to get through hard times and really learn what it means to never give up. My children are my biggest blessing, and I hope they will learn valuable lessons through me. The skills I have learned from being a mother have helped me in my college journey.
The accident made me realize that nothing is for certain and you shouldn’t take anything for granted. I had always viewed riding a school bus has something that wouldn’t put me in danger, after all the drivers are trained professionals, right? What I never considered was the actions of others and how complete strangers can change your life in a bigger and more significant way than some of the people closes to you. I had never really considered dying at a young age because my grandparents lived to be old. After that bus ride home my outlook on life was severely changed and I started to appreciate my parents more an tell them I loved them a lot more often because wasn’t sure if we’d both be around to say it the next time.
This event greatly affected me, both emotionally and physically. My dad was in the hospital in a lot of pain because he shattered the two most painful bones to break and I could not go see him because of my work schedule and because I had to watch my sister. Finally, after four long days I saw him. Even though he is my dad, I must say he was a mess. He could not move at all, and when he tried to he was in a lot of pain.