My sister and I were on our way home until BANG. We started to slide left, and into a snowbank we went. I was about to cry, until my sister told me everything was going to be alright. I happened to be sitting in the passenger seat, scared as could be. I was so scared that I nearly peed my pants when the impact between the cars was made. This fatal event not only caused me to suffer from the fear of riding in the front passenger seat and trusting other drivers, but has also has shown me how to handle the situation if I am ever in an accident. It all started mid January of 2006 when my sister Kayla and I were on our way home from my aunt’s house. We decided to take a different route home than we normally would have taken. Kayla said to me, ”Tell me when, and I will turn down the closest road on the left side.” We started driving and I shouted “WHEN,” about two blocks later. We took a left turn and happened to be on an uncontrolled road. As we were driving, I looked up and out my window just as another car collided with our passenger door. The first thing my sister did was make sure I was alright. Then, we decided we had to find a way out of the car. Since our car had been launched into an snowbank, we were unable to open the driver 's side doors. Since both of those doors were jammed with snow, and my door had been hit we had to crawl out of …show more content…
Ever since that day, I get nervous riding in the front seat with certain drivers. Everytime I see something that I do not like, such as a car coming to a fast stop and looking like they might hit us, or someone driving like an idiot, it makes me scared. I usually choose to sit in the back seat where I cannot see what is happening. If I do happen to sit in the front, it is because I am the only passenger in the car, or because I have trust in whomever is driving. Therefore, when it comes to me riding in other peoples cars, especially new drivers, I get
Gina Meyers and Jill McDonough both illustrate a lack of control within the poems “Hold it Down” and “Accident, Mass. Ave.”. “Hold it Down” by Gina Meyers describes a long narrative of the problem, a lack of control, impossibilities and frustration in everyday life, while “Accident, Mass. Ave.” presents a narrative of a problem, a moment of loss of control, aggression and frustration in a single moment that happen on a specific day. Similarly the poems are long and include long enjambed lines disturbed by few short and small lines. Contrasting the poems are ordered and structured very differently.
I woke up my dad and told him that it was already light outside. He jumped out of bed and said we had to go. I went outside and started up the truck while my dad was getting dressed. When I opened the door to the trailer I noticed clear blue skies and a light frost that covered the ground. I jumped in the driver's seat of the 1990 white GMC Sierra, pushed in the clutch, and turned the key. The truck hesitated for about ten seconds and then started. I turned on the defroster and the windshield wipers so we wouldn?t have to scrape the frost.
It was the first time I ever rode in one so I wanted to make the experience a memorable one. That’s why I decided to ride in the passenger seat in the front with the driver, and not in the back with the rest of the family. While riding down the road, the driver turned on the radio station. This was the moment when I first heard the announcement of planes crashing into the Twin Towers. At this time, both the north and south towers of The World Trade Center had collapsed. There was no mention of a terrorist attack at this time, I did not hear about that part until later that day when we got home and saw it on the news. The vehicle was quite at this time, I think we were all in shock and disbelief. I remember seeing the driver have tears that dripped down his face. I really didn’t know the significance of the Twin Towers at the time, or why would anyone want to attack New York City. All I knew was that the person on the radio keep saying airplanes full of people crashed into the Twin Towers. When we got to the repast, everyone was talking about what happened, and their version of what they heard off of the radio. Some people were saying it was a plane that crashed into the World Trade Center, others were saying that it was a bombing. There were many different versions of what actually happened, floating around the room. There were so many different stories, until I started to
When I finally found my words I asked what was going on and my mother told me that my sister was in a car accident. When we arrived at the scene all I could see was my sister’s car sideways in the middle of the road with the entire front of it smashed up towards the windshield. As I looked around I saw my sister, emerging from a tan SUV I had never seen before, running towards my parents. The ambulances began to arrive and I was in my sister’s arms when I realized that there was no other damaged car at the
Around 5.25 million crashes take place all around the world each year. Driving can be sometimes hazardous and crashes are likely to happen between you and a driver. You need to learn what to do if you are ever involved in a crash. And knowing what to do if you're involved in a crash and all of the steps that you need to perform can help you majorly. There are 5 main steps to perform if you are involved in a crash, stop immediately, render aid, traffic clearance, contact the police, and exchange information.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
This all happened on December 1st , it was around 6 and the sun hadn't emerged yet. The coldness made me shiver. When I had done all my daily routines as I decided to get a hold of Jerry. I called to the Orphanage and tried to contact any friends of Jerry so I could know where
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
Alexandra Bate Draft: 28 February 2018 How near-death brought me closer to living I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, smelling the salty air, I rested my head on the water board and relaxed as the waves lifted me up and down as they passed under me. I opened my eyes a while later to my friend nudging me; she pointed to the beautiful setting sun. I had landed in The Netherlands a couple of hours before, and as my friend, Annju and I always did, we gravitated towards the beach. As we paddled to shore after hours of surfing, I felt a slight nudge on the bottom of my board; I thought I had hit a rock, so I looked down, raising my legs out the water but didn’t see anything.
The pick-up bounced jarringly down the old dirt road. The driver sat up straight in the front seat, checking over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure that her cargo hadn't fallen out.
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At first I did not know why or how it happened, I just was not afraid anymore. I did not get bored, I did not get sick, and I did not have to painfully wait to use the bathroom. What was once a time of fear and unease turned to a time of tranquility and delight. I was excited to drive my car, and I felt good while driving. Maybe it was because the music I was listening to calmed me. Perhaps it was the beautiful sights I saw outside my window. It could have been because it was a time when I got to leave my troubles behind me and relax. It may have been that I was driving the car rather someone else, or it could have been a combination of all of these things. All I knew was that I had a 35-minute drive to school everyday, and I enjoyed it.
The car accident will always be a major moment in my life because of what it showed me. That accident gave me visual proof that God has a plan for everyone and everything has a reason or hidden message. Just when I was coming to a point in my life where I was beginning to see where I fit in at school, it reminded me to cherish every moment has though it was my last, because I don’t know when it’ll be over.
I learned with that incident that I should never take my life for granted because in one instinct my life could be gone. One major lesson I learned through this experience or accident is that life is way too short to be worried and stressed out all of the time, since I am still young I want to go and have fun but also be safe while having fun. Through this one experience I will never forget that I could have died or I could have gotten more injured than I actually did. I really never thought that much of texting and driving because I would pass by cars, and it would never really affect me but after that one afternoon if I see a person texting and driving, I usually honk my horn or I get as far away as I can from that person. Finally the last major lesson I learned is to never text and
Last year I got involved in a massive car accident. It was the most terrified part of life. It was the moment. I will never forget in my whole life. Before, I never realized how people really feel when a car accident happens.But,after this car accident I know what really it felt like. It was the moment. My mind was totally feared of driving. I was crushed by the hot metal and cold dirt of car. I was not feeling my arm,my body was numbed.It was felt like my lower body pressed down with monster force. All I could feel was the noise of car accident ringing in my ear.I was barely able to move my body. I was kept thinking. What my parents going to think about this? Where is my friend John? I looked through the window and saw the cars passing by