Shock, panic and fear filled my mind as I lay on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot slick metal of the car pressed down on the lower half go my body with monster force. It didn’t hurt; my body was numb. All I could feel was the car’s hood mass squishing my hips further and further into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would not enter or exit. My mind was scrambled. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I could see cars driving by completely unaware of what had transpired, of how I felt. I tried to yell, but my voice was unheard… The day had started like any other. The third irritating buzz of my alarm roused me. I fell out of bed and climbed into the shower, it was the start of an ordinary morning, or so I thought, I took a shower and squirmed into my clothes - all of this taking longer than normal. Not a surprise. I was running late, I hopped into the sleek I terror of my sisters car and we made our way to school fashionably late. With music blasting, voices singing, talking and shouting, it was another typical ride to school with my crazy sister. Leaving late that morning my sister and I were in a rush, with my sister putting her foot down on the accelarator - going a little too fast, we started down the first road towards our school. This road was very narrow and rather hilly with shrubs, dirt and trees at either side. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills, in the middle of the right hand lane was a dead deer. My sister, without any thought, pulled the wheel to the left and back over to the right to try and avoid the dear. No big deal, but she was going too fast. The car swerved back to the left, back to the right, to the left, each time i... ... middle of paper ... ... apart from a few stitches here and there. I was relieved that she was okay. I don’t know what I would of done if she had a serious injury. Looking back I was worried sick that I would be able to walk again, the unbearable pain felt like it would be a permanent problem. Around 4 o’clock that day a metal plate was placed on my hip bone to keep my hip in a stable place until the healing process had finished. I have now realised how precious life really is, and that it can be taking away from you in any single moment. One little mishap can result in extreme injury or even death. My sister and I are so lucky to be alive. The incident probably wouldn’t of happened if we left on time, and it’s strange to think that a dead animal almost took our lives. I will never forget that moment I was lying on that dusty, rugged ground waiting to see if I would live or die.
This can’t be happening thought Bill. Man I’m in so much trouble, there’s no way I can get out of it. I’m stuck. Bill had just wrecked his parent’s BMW in an accident, and they had no idea that the expensive car was even missing from the garage. And a terrible thing had happened as a result of the crash. A young woman lay dead in the passenger side of the vehicle, swarmed by medics. Bill had escaped injury, but as his body was still at the crash site, his mind wasn’t. He was in total shock at what had happened. If I only left the car in the garage and didn’t try to “borrow” it, Lisa might still be alive….Bill tried to imagine that it wasn’t real, that he was in his bed dreaming, but no, he was responsible for the destruction of his parents’ car and his the death of his girlfriend. It was as if his mind wasn’t registering, as if it was in some far away place. He just couldn’t come to grips with what had happened. This is a classic example of severe shock. The event that took place was so strong that the mind has trouble working. While in Bill’s case where he had indeed had an accident, the realism of the situation dwarfs the mind as if a small comet hurtled towards a blazing sun. But this is just one aspect of realism. The whole of realism is made up of the fact that our lives, the world, the universe, it’s all real. And as much as our minds would want to deny it, everything will stay real, and for most people they just make the best of it. But for the rest of the people, they invent new ways to get around the feeling that a wall has been placed in their path. All this goes to say that people must be original and “keep it real” to survive the physical and mental fatigue life throws at them and also that everything will always be real and we must be in touch with our minds to harvest the realness.
Her ability to use incredibly graphic details poetically just enhance the experience for the reader. Her car ride is a solemn one, and readers are introduced to the disturbances inside of the car as well as outside. Olds is able to express to readers the issues her father has with drinking while associating it to the death outside of the car as well. She is able to bring readers into the dark car with her, witnessing the wreckage, the cars strewn over the highway, and most importantly the body of the woman. While the accident wasn’t any fault of the car she is riding in, she is up front with readers how her father is not quite sober, and just missed hitting someone himself. Olds is able to use the graphic imagery of the accident and the somber interior of the car to express the family struggles she endured as well. Sheltered by her mother from the scene outside, she is left reflecting on the life that is represented on the road. Readers can feel the dark turn of her thoughts as she compares the carnage on the road as “…glass, bone, metal, flesh, and the family” (Olds). It is this ending in which Olds allows readers to understand the complexity of feelings that were associated with the accident on the dark rain covered highway. Reflecting on the
Headlights always were intensely bright at night. They’re intimidating. It’s hard to move or react after being stunned by them. These lights were enormous circles, the first sign before the crunch of metal that followed afterwards. An impact side swept the vehicle into the snow. The spinning made the girl dizzy and she was sick upon her dress. The screams of a man and woman joined together in a terrifying harmony before they cut off
It’s amazing how a horrific and negative life changing event can encourage and guide you in the path of your future. The end result may not be visible when it first takes place, but the process of a recovery can be extremely educational. You see, I was provided the opportunity of job shadowing firsthand the fields of athletic training and physical therapy due to a knee injury. I believe the majority of people would consider a severely damaged knee a dramatic setback in life. I was able to find the silver lining during the recovery.
It was also scary for me to think what could have happened if A) my friend hadn’t been there or B) he hadn’t been the type of guy to stick with me and flag down help, because if I had been alone and suffered and injury like that, who knows how long I would have lain there bleeding before someone found me, or if I would be found alive at all. As an engineering student, my career goals are contingent on my mind, so the idea that one poor choice could put those in question is something that will stick with me for years to come, because everyone likes to have fun, but no one wants to be paying for that fun for the rest of their lives, always wondering “what
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
The voices in my head become a swelling crescendo. I forcefully grab my head in between my hands as the words echo through my skull. Pain pulsates with every word. I squeeze my temples hard with my palms but the pain is unbearable. Clawing at my face, a scream rips through me; sapping every last drop of energy in my body. Like a rag doll, I collapse onto the cold concrete floor as a growing darkness overcomes me.
At 4.30pm on Saturday afternoon, a vehicle carrying two men rolled off Awoonga Dam Rd at Benaraby and landed on its roof.
I had no idea that a simple trip to the local supermarket would result in a trip to the emergency room. This was definitely a tragic day that I will not soon forget. I have always been cautious about the safety of my children, taking every step to be sure I do what I can to keep them out of harm's way. Unfortunately, on this day, I did everything I could and it still did not make a difference.
Luckily, a few days before my birthday, my cast was removed. This was fortunate for me because I was getting the gift of all birthday gifts. I was getting that bike I had been eyeing for so long.
When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four other survivors we began moving our small petite weak legs fifty inches from the painful incident. Reaching our destination which was a tiny space filled with dark shade blocking the extreme heat coming from the bright blue sky, I felt my eyelids slowly moving down my light colored hazel eyes and found myself in a dream. I was awakened the next day from a grumbling noise coming from my empty stomach.
After one more month of scooting around. I got my cast off. I was so happy! I finally could walk, jump, and ride my bike!
I had driven home this way a thousand times before, but today would be different. The misty rain made the road slick as I steered the car through the slow, wide curve. It may have been the setting sun in my eyes, but it was probably a combination of the loud song on the radio and the slight yawn that escaped from my mouth. Regardless, a momentary distraction was all it took as the tires hit the damp gravel. The wet rubber and slick stones triggered the car to slide off the road to the right. In a panic, I jerked the wheel to the left, over-correcting the slide. Swerving across oncoming traffic, my car jumped over the drainage ditch and smashed down into a neighbor’s front yard. Continuing its dangerous journey, the car destroyed a lamp
Now, in hospital I found out the true velocity of what had occurred. 22 of my friends, teammates and fellow passengers were dead and yet there was still one man fighting for his life in the bed beside me. This man was one of my closest friends, Duncan. I turned to look at him. He was a state. I didn’t know how he was going to pull through it. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking this negatively but his injuries were horrific. I didn’t know what to say to him or if to saying nothing at all. Two of my teammates were so severely injured that they were never to play again and others carried huge psychological scars that would affect their life forever. Why had this happened?
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a