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On June 27th, 2015, my entire life flashed before my eyes. I never could have anticipated what that particular day had in store for me and my best friend, Virginia. It was the day after my birthday and I felt the excitement built up in my chest as we drove to Charleston, South Carolina to celebrate on the beach. It was our last summer together before we both headed off to college and all I hoped for were a few last joyful moments spent soaking up the sun before we had to part ways. I thought the trip would be unforgettable, and I was right. It was humid out and I could see the steam escaping from the pavement after the storm that morning. This was typical weather for Atlanta in the summer and we could not be more thrilled to be a few short …show more content…
Her anxiety was shot through the roof. When I looked at her, I noticed the seats were filled with glass and the back door was smushed inward. “Is everyone okay?” I exclaimed in panic. Virginia replied, “I’m fine, I’m fine, are you okay?” “Yes, I’m completely fine.” We were all in disbelief that we had just slide across four lanes and back on a highway with cars surrounding us. I don’t know if we were more surprised that this had just happened or that we had survived. Nothing about it seemed real. Several kind families who had watched it all happen came rushing over to help. My car was still stuck in the trees and we were unable to open the doors. About a half hour of clearing branches, we vacated the car and a charming southern woman hugged Virginia and I tenderly. She consoled us and sympathized, “If it were my daughter I’d want someone to stop and help. Y’all are some of the luckiest little girls I’ve ever seen. Y’all must have an angel watchin’ over you.” After another half hour passed, two police cars pulled up to get an accident report and the southern lady took us to the hospital to check for injuries. Virginia and I had a few scratches from the glass and Wanda had minor whiplash, but we couldn’t have been more
and I stepped outside to see how bad the car wreck was. It looked horrible. There was glass,metal,plastic,and rubber everywhere. My dad panicked and ran back inside but I stood there on our cement steps watching and waiting for the fire department to arrive. It took about 10 minutes for the first fire engine to arrive.
On October third 2002, I was eight years old when Hurricane Lili hit the state of Louisiana. On that intense windy and rainy day, my Pastor, Mark Briggs and his daughter, Marla, decided to venture out in search of those that needed aid and assistance. Driving through their beautifully wooded neighborhood they encountered a, once strong, oak that had fallen in the middle of the street. While this wasn’t the “rescue” they had expected; it would, however, allow emergency vehicles passage to those in need, As Pastor wrapped the clunky chain around the base of the fallen tree, his truck’s front end wench moaned and groaned, in the effort to move this tree to the side of the road.
“In the front seat was Gregg, driving, Sarah, in the middle, and Robyn, on the passenger side. In the rear seat was Jeff, behind the driver, Haley, in the middle, and Rachel, on the passenger side. EVERYONE was wearing their SEAT BELTS, as is our family habit. EVERYONE walked away from this accident with only bruises. The only blood was Robyn had small nicks from glass in a couple of places on her right arm and right leg.
It had been a cold, snowy day, just a few days after Thanksgiving. My grandmother became immensely ill and unable to care for herself. We knew she had health problems but her sudden turn for the worst was so unexpected and therefore we weren’t prepared for the decisions that had to be made and the guilt we would feel. Where would grandma live? Would she be taken care of? So many concerns floated around. A solution was finally found and one that was believed to be the best or so we thought.
It was my birthday and mom had planned for me to go to Six Flags. My birthday is March 21st, it was spring, so it was getting hot outside. I didn’t like it but why not go to Six Flags on a hot and sunny day. I brought some of my friends with me because who wants to be at Six Flags with no one at Six Flags with you. I brought a friend from school named Jeremiah and my cousin named Jeremy. Jeremy slept over at my house and
It’s September of 2009, the semi-truck is sitting outside with all of our belongings in it, like an airplane waiting to take us away. Today is gloomy and raining as usual, but I know I’m going to miss it. The sun has started going down; we all get into the vehicles we’re designated. Me, my Dad, and Jade our Boxer into the truck, Mom Jaycee and the other animals into the car, and my Aunt Tina and Grandma into their suburban. It’s bitter sweet, I am so excited to go to a new city, new state, new everything, but I’m leaving behind everyone I grew up with. My closest friends who thought I was funny, not weird. Who I consider my brother, Daniel, and my mom’s side of the family all left behind. We begin driving, the truck brakes releasing
Through the sound of the thundering rain and howling wind, an ear-piercing scream slices through the air. Never in my life have I heard a sound quite like this one. It’s the type of scream that’s so desperate and horrific that its cuts right through your body and down to your soul and shakes the life out of it. Just on time, the well-known Virginian winds whipped open the door to the privy to let me out into the blasting wind. Through the rain and sleet assaulting my face, I heard the terrible scream rip through time and space again. Right away, my feet start taking off without me, trying to reach the main house, to my family. Through the raging storm, I can see the blue side door come into view, or the spot that used to be where the blue door was.
We all got out and checked over the truck then walked back and looked at our tracks to convince our unbelieving minds that we had not imagined what had happened and that we were alive. Then we all started trying to piece together what had happened, when and who had done what, and why. We each ended up with a slightly different story, but the fact remained that we had just brushed the face of death. We skimmed the surface and returned alive and hopefully wiser for the experience.
Suddenly, the plane turned around a corner and aligned parallel to the yellow lines on the runway. Without hesitation, the plane jolted it’s speed and buzzed across the runway. The plane shook and vibrated as it’s wheels spun in thousands of circles. My body was forced back into my seat making me unable to move a muscle. Outside the window, the land moved swiftly past us.
Pivot points in life are when your life changes in one direction or another because of an experience. When thinking about these in my life i get drawn back to a time a couple of summers ago. This was the first time I went to EFY. This was a pivot point in my life because it changed my outlook on life. This experience impacted my life in a large way and changed my life forever.
Watching the window not knowing why she tossed and turned feeling an uneasiness that she could not shake. The thunder rumbled softly and the lightning on the horizon flashed light across the bedroom walls. The wind began to whistle loudly around the log home. Jenny felt uneasiness, and softly reached to touch the shoulder of Blade. Not awakening him she decided to slip quietly out of bed to peek in the distance of the upcoming tragedy that she never thought would happen. As she moved sleathfully around the house, the windows seemed to rattle an alarm. The wind now not only whistled but wailed in the surrounding pine woods. Not knowing what to do Jenny sat in the living room window searching for a tragedy she felt was about to con some her life
There have been tons of things that I have learned and been taught in my life, by a number of people such as family, teachers, or even friends on occasion. The things they taught me vary from math and other related subjects to just some truly simple yet meaningful life lessons. However, there is nothing quite as unique, quite as special as a person teaching themselves a life lesson. It really is an amazing accomplishment for a person to teach themselves something. It is not quite as simple as another person teaching them something because it is not just the transferring of information from one person to another. The person instead has to start from scratch and process the information they have in their mind in order to come up with a new thought
It was a bright and warm summer morning when I woke from a good night sleep. Nothing prepared me for the dark, gloomy and sad day ahead of me. You see, this was the day that my cousin and childhood best friend passed away in an auto accident.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
Now we had to make the long trip back to Mrs. Tina’s house. It was such a long day, and we were extremely tired so we decided to skip dinner. We took showers, put on our pajamas, brushed are teeth, and went to bed. Over the next few days we went to the beach, had picnics in the park, went bike riding and skating, and took a trip to the mall. We had such a fun week, but now it was time to go home. So, we thanked Mrs. Tina and her family for being so generous and welcoming to us. We told them that they would have to come visit us so we could return their kindness they showed us. So, we gave them hugs and kisses and we headed back to Las Vegas.