It is a sunny morning. I am home with my stepfather and brothers. The clouds seem perfectly shaped as they swivel in the sky. The birds whistle a tune no morning has heard and the trees dance as the breeze whips. I am stuck indoors, and I am missing what seems to be the perfect day. My brother is leaving to head to basketball camp. My other brother is heading to work. Today was going to be a day with just my stepdad and me. He prepares breakfast for me, and the smell captivates my senses. I stop staring out the window and head to the bathroom and then to the table to eat. This is the perfect day. Suddenly I awake at the noise of sirens and people yelling my name. Where am I? Those words radiate out my thoughts but never touching my lips. Panic engulfs me, but I am restricted to the stretcher. “Are you ok?” said the paramedic. I am dazed, confused, and barely aware of my surroundings. Again “Yes, I am fine” races from my thoughts down to my mouth, but nothing was heard. Then, there was darkness. I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened. After breakfast, I ask my stepdad could I go outside. “Have you completed ... ... middle of paper ... ...e inside, I begin to beam. Because of what had happened my parents are talking to each other. I then close my eyes and rest. When I awake, I can remember what had happened. All of my parents are in the room. My stepdad, mother, father and stepmother all sit in the room talking. How could this be? This was a tragedy! Why are my parents not fussing? Why are they standing there talking? As my stepparents leave the room, my parents inform me they have created a living arrangement schedule. I will spend one week with my dad and one week with my mother. My mother had vowed to keep me from my dad. Now she is giving him a second chance. She realizes the very thing that she was withholding from him could have been taken away from the both of them. From that moment on I have always spent time with both my parents through tragedy my mother gave me dad a Second Chance.
“Buzz” Aldrin, pilot of the Lunar module for the Apollo 11 space flight to the moon, coincided in his priest shortly before the launch of Apollo 11. Aldrin was scared that neither the Apollo 11 mission commander Neil Armstrong, nor the public would understand the social and philosophical ramifications of landing on the moon. Shortly after the Lunar Module landed at Tranquility base, on the surface of the moon on July 20, 1969, Aldrin asked NASA officials and everyone else who might be listening to take a minute of personal prayer and contemplate what man had just accomplished. Aldrin then preformed he ritual of communion in the Lunar Module.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
Still thinking that my parents are still here I glimpse around to show them my seashell, but I find my parents gone! Hurriedly I tried to scan the crowd for any sign of my parents.I was panicking and scared;I didn’t want to lose them! Not knowing what to do I ran everywhere to find them.
Until the twenty-second of March, I thought my parents were happy with each other and that they would be together for the rest of their lives, but that was not the case. I was given no reason to suspect that anything bad was occurring, but when I came home from school that day everything was revealed. My father told me that he had been wanting to speak to me alone. He looked fearful and bit anxious. I knew this conversation was going to be different from every other talk we have had. He started off with, “Please just listen and give me a chance to explain myself before you judge me.” I had nodded
Oh my God! Betsy!" It was my dad. I was disappointed and embarrassed of myself. I had let him down. My voice yelled for help as my heart beat rapidly with fear and relief. The car wobbled. I could feel the weight of the car lift slowly off me. For the first time, intense pain struck my lower half. "Crawl out of there," someone yelled to me. I pushed against the ground with all my might but I couldn't move. The pain was excruciating, nevertheless I could not feel the lower half of my body. I felt paralyzed. Still struggling to move, I felt strong arms glide around my shoulders and under my armpits. They drug me out of the way of the falling car. My dad had saved me. As I lie on the weed covered ground, several people surrounded me. I dreamily looked around and saw my sister sitting Indian style next to me, plastered in blood. She had run barefoot to the nearest house to call 911 and my dad. She was my angel. We sat there in shock. Was it just a dream? Everything had happened so fast. Every minute lying on that dirt felt like a lifetime. Strangers kept poking every inch of my body and bugging me with questions that I didn't have answers to. After that, the ambulance finally arrived. They rushed over to my sister and I and they asked me a number of questions that I obliviously answered and started to get me ready to go. With a bright orange brace around my neck they slowly pushed me onto a stiff
One summer night at around three in the morning, I heard my mother scream my name. I jumped out of bed confused and very scared; my heart raced. I stood at the top of the stairs, afraid to step down. I heard a strange noise so I took another step. With every step the sound became clearer and clearer to me. It was a sound I had never heard before, and to this day have only ever heard once in my life. It was the sound of my father crying. I got to the living the room and stood in the middle of all of the commotion. The coffee table had been
I awaken momentarily, discovering I was in a clinic. My mother stood over and caress my body, glad that I was doing convalescent, but upset that I did something like that. She squeezed me tight yet gently. I wrapped my arms around her and embraced her back. The nurse then entered after a few minutes to check up on me and bring the bills.
As I walked in to their bedroom, I found my mother sitting on the bed, weeping quietly, while my father lay on the bed in a near unconscious state. This sight shocked me, I had seen my father sick before, but by the reaction of my mother and the deathly look on my father’s face I knew that something was seriously wrong.
I open my closet door and flee to my mother's arms, I pull her so close to me that
“In an hour we will be at the providence hospital” mom said as we come to the hospital, I open the door, and we go on an elevator, we press the button to the 2nd floor. As we got to the second floor, we sign in and go. I open the doors where my grandpa was lying. As I open the door, I see my grandma sitting by my grandpa. I see my grandma with worried eyes, exhausted, and trembling, she said “Come on in” we come in my grandpa smiles and said, “Thank you for coming.” We stayed there for 2 days to schedule appointments and, visit him and other people. The day before we had to leave we were discussing where we should send my grandpa so that he would have extra attention, and care. Finally, they came to a conclusion that they would send him to my mom’s aunt's nursery
I gave them a genuine smile, and told them once again that I was fine. After a couple more minutes of persuading and nagging, my parents exhaled unhappily, nodded unwillingly, and left me in peace inside of my room.
Then I go take care of my dad’s death. Although I was out taking care of my dad’s stuff and the loss of him I can never really see what is going on I just see myself talking on the phone to my grandma and step dad about what they found and the money they have spent. Once they have found the house’s for everyone they started asking each person, one by one if they’re willing to move and that I had gotten them a house. I see they face’s on each person face as my grandma and step dad explains to them. Most are brief expect for my cousin? I get to see her reaction as if I am standing there next to
Throughout the morning I didn’t know what to feel. I have seen distant family and friends of my parents
And just like that I was awake. My hearing was the first thing to come back to me I was able to make out faint beeping noises and then my mother and fathers voice. “Tom she’s moving get the nurse” and then I opened my eyes to see a blank room my mother was sitting next to me crying but smiling at the same time. I had tubes coming from my arms and I felt like my head was on fire. I had a bracelet on with all my information on it. It said that the hospitals name was Road Island memorial hospital. Scared and confused I asked my mother what had happened to me. She told me I had been in a comma for the last two months after getting into a serious car accident. Still weary of what had been my reality for so long I asked her what my father did for a living, she replied with a smile and said “you know what he does Dear, he’s been an math teacher for the past 25 years.”
I try to lift my arm, I try to give them some sort of sign that I am still conscious, but my body was still. More than one person enters the room. I can hear one of them crying. I remember those soft sniffles; they are my wife’s, Michelle. I heard them first when we got into our first fight, and they only made me angrier. Now that I’m lying in this hospital bed, I wish I could take back every fight we have had. I wish I would have held her, and wiped away her tears, and I wish I would’ve told her how much I love and appreciate her. I’m fearing that now it’s too late for that. I heard those quiet teats once again when our daughter was born, and they made me feel proud. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to see my little girl again, if I’ll ever get to play another game of hide and seek with her, or read her another bedtime story at night. I hear my wife weep now, and I feel helpless, desperate,