The air was cool that morning; I can remember because the frosted tip of my breath had left a cloudy patch of fog on my window. The morning was just like any other. I had just eaten breakfast and packed my bags for work. It wasn’t until I was halfway there that I realized I had left my coat at home.
You see, I was an accountant. I worked inside day in and day out; however, that day was the office picnic. Who decided to hold it on the coldest day of the year, I don’t know. Nonetheless I had to go or risk looking like the jerk who would rather be indoors crunching numbers than chatting it up with his fellow accountants.
I quickly pulled the car off onto the nearby highway ramp. Normally I would have just turned around and taken the scenic route - the fearsome echoes of the highway passer-byers made me feel nervous, rushed, and unconfident; I much preferred the calming whoosh of passing trees. I didn’t have time for my usual scenic route though.
Car by car went around the flashy edges of my tiny white car as they all raced to get to their destination. I however, kept my car at a more, how do you say, legal pace: about five kilometres below the speed limit.
My eyes religiously watched the radio clock as the minutes edged their way up the dashboard. It was five to seven; Janet would just be leaving. To save myself some time I thought I’d call ahead and ask her to grab my coat for me. I dialed the numbers and the speakers rang.
“Hello?”
“Jan, would you mind grabbing my coat for me, I completely forgot that stupid picnic was today.”
“Sure, I’ll throw it out on the chair for you, okay, I’ve got to go though.”
“Thanks Jan, love you.”
“Love you too!” The phone clicked.
I kept on driving at my snail pace much to the displeasure of...
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“There’s a car accident. Corner of Davidson Dr. and Alenson St. Please, hurry.” I yelled into the phone through my trembling lips and a haze of tears.
“Help is on the way. Are you hurt sir?”
“No, but please hurry.” I tossed the phone back into the seat and went back to the car. I stuck my fingers together and placed them on her limp neck in an attempt to check for a pulse. There was nothing except cold, and I stepped back away from the lifeless body and waited.
Off in the distance the faint sound of sirens shouted, growing louder with every second. I waved the down and the screaming ambulance pulled off at the scene. One of the paramedics ran for the truck, and the other the car. I stood on the wet grass, just feet away from the accident, staring at the woman. The paramedic hollered to me:
“Do you know this woman?”
“Yes.” I responded.
“That’s my wife, Janet.”
Wiping the sleepies out of my eyes, I quickly glanced at my alarm clock – 5 am. “Good, I’ve got plenty of time,” I thought to myself. As quietly as possible, which never works when I am trying to, I quickly grabbed a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Checking my list and grabbing my gear I headed out to wait for a taxi in the cool fading morning. I could taste the excitement, or was that the humidity?
Since he had so much downtime he had added his name to a volunteer list of emergency ambulance calls. Gary and his wife had lived in very small prairie town in the middle of of a farm country. With one hamy-down ambulance that the city had given them since they had bought new ones. They had answered calls to car accidents ,farming accidents,gun accidents,poisonings,and a very good amount of heart attacks. He would usually go alone or sometimes with another man who had also volunteered to answer emergency ambulance calls. He recalls that he has seen at least a dozen heart attack victims in the last year. Sometimes the distance were so long that he could not make it. If he did they had to wait at most an hour or maybe longer for the flight for life helicopter. One day he can remember was one day a woman called and said” quick it's my Harvey he is having chest pains again”. He got in the car should of got there in twenty minutes but he got there fourteen by driving like a crazy person. Then saw the man with a weird smile as if trying to say sorry for the difficulty. The wife had also gave him a look like thank god you're here save him please the gray look on him was bad. When he tried to put him on his back he jolted for some reason as if he was getting hit by electricity became stiff and fell on the ground. He told the wife to call for the chopper. Then bent
not many cars on the road encouraging me to drive faster. I had just gone
From 1095 to 1291 C.E., the Crusades spread across Europe in the name of Christianity. The high tension between the Muslims and the Christians was caused by the want of the city of Jerusalem. The Jews, the Christians, and the Muslims believed Jerusalem was theirs, and went to violent efforts to achieve it. In the movie, Kingdom of Heaven by Oliver Stone, the main character, Balian is thrown into the fight between the Christians and the Muslims. Kingdom of Heaven is a portrayal of one of the Crusades, and although the movie was based from real people, the film makers decided to change aspects about the characters and situations to relate to current events and audiences.
The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my sleek, white Thunderbird and made our way to school.
I answered, a hand twisting at my stomach as I heard nothing but static. And then; "Jasper." I was in the front seat of the car in seconds, phone falling from numb fingers as I started the engine, pulling away from the sidewalk where my family still stood, all dressed in black and accelerated away without a backward glance. I had forgotten this. This...
A precautious individual, I began to pedal at a slightly increased rate. Still I didn't feel as though I was in any real danger, until the car flew past me, grazing my arm. An excessant shriek erupted from the car as it grinded to a halt at the coming stop sign. Then, to my greatest horror the white lights on the rear of the car ignited......the car was going in reverse.
“Gee, I’m sorry, it was my fault, I looked away for a second, and the light changed.” “I called. The police are on the way,” a man said. While waiting for help to arrive, Marlene removed her purse from the passenger’s seat.
Another cause of this conflict is the fact that Baker forgot about the position that Rennalls father occupied and acted as a foreign that only tries to prove that Barracanians are inferior.
Then all of a sudden, he began to choke, and blood dribbled from his mouth and got on my jacket. "What the hell?!" I yelled. I grabbed his shoulders and stared, astonished, at his face, as he silently pleaded for help. I couldn't handle looking at him anymore and I was frozen in shock, so I let him fall to the ground.
A guilty feeling surged through me as I snuck out of church early, but I could not wait any longer to show my friend, Jonathan, my new Chevrolet Cavalier. As I raced out of the parking lot, I heard ambulance sirens in the distance, and I felt a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach as if butterflies were fluttering around trying to get out. I paid the feeling no mind as I merged onto the interstate at Gray and headed toward Johnson City. Little did I know those sirens would change my life forever.
If I had no limits as to how much I could spend on a vacation, I would take a trip to different cities in Mexico. My dads side of the family is Latino and many of my relatives live in Mexico. My month long trip would consist of a variety of cities I have visited before and others that I would be visiting for the first time. I would take advantage of Mexicos rich culture by participating in the peoples customs and getting as much experience as possible. The trip would be very meaningful because my heritage is something that I am very proud of and passionate about.
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
I hung up on whoever called me and climbed out of the car. I started to just punch numbers in the touch screen trying to get help. I did this so strong I could have pierced the phone. I looked around for the body to check if whomever I just hit was still alive, but the fog did not let me see well. Someone picked up, finally.
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of