They think that I can’t hear them. They think that I am brain dead, unconsciously lying on this hard hospital mattress. What they don’t know is that I can hear everything. Every weep, prayer, and every sad word that my wife whispers to me. I long to be able to reach out and grab her hand, to tell her that I am still here, and that everything will be okay. I hear the doctors talking as well, and I feel that my death may be imminent. The accident happened a week ago. It was a Monday morning. I woke up at 6:00 am as usual, followed my normal routine of shower, getting dressed, eating breakfast, and kissing my two-year old goodbye. It was a foggy morning and I was in a daze, thinking about the massive amount of work I had to get done at my boring accounting job that day. All of the spreadsheets, the paperwork, the - BAM! I was so distracted by the thought of work that I didn’t notice the semi-truck that was flying down the highway, right in front of me! I was t-boned on the passenger side of my car, thankfully. If I would have been hit on my …show more content…
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,
“Sweetie, we have to hurry and get to the airport before we miss our flight. You need to get in the car now,” my mom told me with a very mad look on her face. The reason she was mad at me was because she had to keep telling me to get in the car. My mom and I finally jumped in the car along with my older brother. We were going all the way to Texas to visit my grandparents for a few days.
Below I will be analyzing the Responsibility for Accident case to find out the answer about the inquiry of who is responsible for a work accident – the employee or the company? First of all, I am going to look at every fact and different points of view of the case. I will also going to analyze the employee’s complains about the unsafe workplace. On the other hand, I will analyze what is the foreman’s defense to demonstrate that the employee is responsible for the accident and not the company.
When she finished with her morning ritual, I took her into the house, gave her a pat on the head, and grabbed my running shoes. My mind was still empty as I walked to my car, hit the automatic unlock button, and put the key in the ignition. I turned the key one click and the electric system forced the radio to blast into my ears. Simultaneously, thoughts I wasn’t aware were there came to the surface as I listened to Cutting Crew sing “I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight.”
You're in your hotel room.You're banged up, numb and alone. You don't want to go downstairs to the bar or restaurant. The walls are breathing. You don't want to talk. Panic sets in and you start weeping. It's something all of us go through.(Behind Fun Façade…)
“Beep... Beep.... Beep…”, the machine goes as my 7 year old Angie is connected to so many cord and wires. All theses machines connected to her just to keep her alive. She is my only daughter, my only child and the only family i have. “ Daddy”, Trembled my poor or Angie, “Where are we”. “Its gonna be all right”, I said comforting, assuring her that everything was gonna be all right. I had to hold back the tears as she drifted back to sleep. As the ventilator caused her chest to go up and down as she breathed, I thought back to what had happened.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
My trembling hands clutch the crinkled bed sheets. They tighten their grasp as I slowly lift my eyelids and bring myself back to reality. A haze shields my vision. As I attempt to raise my head, a chain suffocates me, dragging my body back onto the hospital bed. My fingers swiftly crawl up my chest, recklessly clinging to my neck, trying to identify the restraint. A neck brace. Now that I take a look at my broken body, I see a several layers of bandaged tapes, with crimson marks seeping through, covering my injured arms and bruised legs. I wince at the thought of blood and slip back into unconscious.
At this moment, millions of Americans are working, traveling, driving, walking, shopping and driving, with so much activity in a person’s everyday life its no wonder accidents have become inevitable. Many accidents can be severe and life altering or even result in death, but the fact that accidents are fairly familiar does not reduce from the confusion and pain that can result when an injury or accident happens to you or a loved one. This is especially true when any harm could have been prevented if others had not acted inconsiderately. Personal injury can be psychological or physical but, to be considered unlawful, it must happen due to the negligence or unreasonably unsafe actions of your company, your physician, or some other person or corporation who owes you a duty of ordinary care.
I will never forget my first car accident. I had only had my license for seven months. My mom along with my friends already did not think I was a good driver, and this accident proved their case. Now looking back I could have prevented my first car accident by not driving while tired, taking my sister to the game, and not talking on the phone. The combination of these things with the inexperience as a driver caused the accident.
I instantly collided with the car. The sick rush of nervousness flowed through my body. I immediately thought to myself, “Oh no, my parents are going to kill me. Why did this have to happen to me?”. I then started shuffling through my purse looking for my cell phone and found it and instantly call my Mother. “Hello” my mom said, trying to get the words out through all my tears. I said “Mom, I was just in an accident,”. She tried to calm me down with the words of “are you okay? I respond by saying, “I never want to drive again.” That’s when all the dreadful thoughts started to kick in. At this point, I am shaking uncontrollably as I manage to try and get out of my car. The man from the other vehicle runs over to me, and as his voice stutters, as he manages to ask, “are you hurt?”. In fear, I respond by saying, “I’m alright, just a little scared.” As am I trying to get out of the car, the door won’t budge. At this point, I climb over and go through my back-passenger door only to see the whole front side of my car smashed in and glass shattered everywhere from the impact and liquids starting to flow from underneath my car. In a short distance, I began to notice the red and blue lights coming, as I waited for the police officers to walk over and approach me, as everything was about to unfold from what just
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.
My stomach weakens with a thought that something is wrong, what would be the answer I could have never been ready for. I call my best friend late one night, for some reason she is the only person’s voice I wanted to hear, the only person who I wanted to tell me that everything will be okay. She answer’s the phone and tells me she loves me, as I hear the tears leak through, I ask her what is wrong. The flood gates open with only the horrid words “I can’t do this anymore”. My heart races as I tell her that I am on my way, what I was about to see will never leave my thoughts.
The most basic definition of “accident” is adopted by the National Safety Council, which states, “Accident is an occurrence in a sequence of events that produces unintended injury, death, or property damage.” Road accidents are currently one of the major world economic and social problems in transport industry. Motor vehicle is an unstabilized situation that includes at least one harmful event that does not result from discharge of a firearm explosive device and does not result directly from a tragedy. The effort to ensure better road safety requires large allocation of resources which further signifies the importance of economic valuation in every possible area caused by road accident. Accidents happen as a result of combination
I never really talk about the affects my father’s motorcycle accident had on me because it hurts to know I went through something like that at such a young age. Where I am now is where I want to stay because it is nothing but progress from where I was then. I may have grown from my father’s motorcycle accident, but also developed a lot of good and bad memories that I would not trade for the world.
Imagine on a Saturday afternoon, you’re working on normal chores that are done around the house. Suddenly, a phone call comes through your cell phone that will change the entire day. A big stop sign has been placed upon how my day will go because all that is known is that there has been a tragic accident that has taken place. The cell phone keeps ringing multiple times because different people are calling my cell looking for the mom of Kayla. In the background of the cell phone I hear do not tell her what’s going on with Debbie. During this time, I am driving recklessly because I am scared of not knowing, and feeling out of control of the situation that has happened.