Wednesday October 13th, 2013 is a date in time I will never forget. On that day, time stopped for a moment. I was sixteen and only had my license for one month. I was so excited about having freedom that I drove every day with no hesitation. I was invincible, or so I thought. This day changed my way of thinking completely. What started out as a normal day, quickly turned into one that was very different from any other I had ever experienced. I had just gotten out of cheer practice and was on my way home. On the way, I realized that I needed gas, so I decided to go through South Carolina since they have the lowest gas prices. It was not out of the way. It was just another route home. It was not the first time I had taken this way, but it was definitely the last. In this route there is a strange, one way underpass. It is a very dangerous spot and I knew that. I had always …show more content…
I was too scared. I never wanted to drive again. Just the thought of being behind the wheel made me nauseous, but as time went on, I began to realize that I had to get back out there. If I kept putting it off, I would have never driven again and my family felt the same way. So I started back slowly. I would drive to the store or to my friend’s house and then gradually, I began to start driving normally again. That experience has definitely changed my life forever. It has made me a safer driver who always looks twice and pays attention. I never want to experience anything like that again and I will do everything in my power to make sure I do not. I also do not take my days for granted anymore because, I never know when one will be my last. That afternoon still haunts me to this day. It has now been almost two years since then and I still have yet to drive under that same underpass. It still terrifies me to think about it, but no matter how awful that day was, I know it had to happen. It changed me, not only as a driver, but also as a
I walked around to the other side of my car and crouched to the ground. I pulled my knees into my chest and was swarmed with a crowd of strangers. Cops, Fire Fighters, the other drivers involved, and even some bus passengers asking if I was okay. My anxiety was acting up and it was clear one of the officers on scene noticed. He shooed the swarm away from me and sat beside me, taking my license, registration, and proof of insurance. He told me everything was going to be okay, made sure I had called my mom, and stepped away to start
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
Whenever I see something bad happening, I try to not let them look at it or go over there where it’s happening. Being the oldest brother means I need to watch out for them because they always look up to me. This wreck has also made me cautious than I was before because before I was less cautious, but now after going through what I went through then I became more cautious in everything I do. This four wheeler wreck taught me that when something bad happens, you move on and don’t hold on the sadness and fear and let it go. After feeling the sorrow and pain that I went through it took my family, friends, and the wreck to convince me to let it go and move on, and that the wreck was not my
I began driving the speed limit, making sure I had plenty of time to get to my destination on time. Making sure I didn’t focus on the other drivers also helped prevent me from getting angry at their
We were all jabbering hysterically and betting who would catch the most fish as we pulled off of the black top onto the Crystal Creek Access Road. Our parents had warned us about small trucks, gravel roads, and how dangerous the roads could be. We assumed this was their worried parent side though, and hardly gave the warning heed. We didn't know how wrong we were about to become.
It was August 11 a week before I started the last year of middle school. The slight buzzing noise came from my phone caught my attention. The text I saw changed my family forever. The text, the calls, and the tears made me realize my grandma was really gone. It was a normal friday with my mom, laughter, jokes, and joy.
On June 27, 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.
Someday, a day like the others, I was at my house with my family. Then, we went to the grocery store with my little sister Karen and my dad. We took cereals and amazing seafood like shrimps and lobsters for the supper. We went to the cashier to pay. On the road to go back home, we put some music and we sang. Then, I asked my dad to drive because I want to be a good driver one day and I think that with practice I will be. So, I sat on the driver chair and started the engine. The first minute, it was good: I was on a straight road. The curves were more and more difficult to deal with.
Exactly one month later, all of the fears that happened in the past were returning. Was I going to fail? Was I going to get the same, strict instructor? As I slide out of the car and slowly shut the door, I could only hope that the same person wouldn't be there when I attempted to take my driving test last time. With that thought running through my head, my brain was in overdrive. All the wheels were turning as fast as they possibly could.
I was driving with my learners permit so my husband only allowed me to drive but so far. I could drive to work, my mom house, sisters house, mall, etc. Anywhere that I could get going the street way I drove. I knew in order to get my drivers license I would have to learn how to drive on busy intersections and the express way. I hadn’t driven on the express way yet because I was terrified. Just seeing the cars drive 80 miles an hour and quickly switching lanes made me jittery. I knew in order for me to conquer my fear of driving on the express way I would have to drive on the express way. I wasn’t quite ready for that
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.
As every other teenager, I had also been ecstatic to learn how to drive, teaching myself the rules of the road. In November of 2016 I was driving home, and as I was stopped at a red light, a clearly intoxicated driver rear ended my car from the back. In that moment, I was completely shocked, I had forgotten everything I had learned in driving school and I had not known what to do. I had really felt that my life had been turned upside down as I sat in my car realizing the gravity of the situation. I forced myself to get out of the car and handle the situation, as the other person was clearly incapable of doing so. In spite of the fact that I was feeling emotions of being defeat and not knowing what to do I put on a face of confidence and resolved
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
It was February 10th, 2015 when I had come home from school and had my dad take me out for driving practice. It was the day before my driver’s test and I had my dad in the passenger’s seat. It was a chilly afternoon and I was so anxious that I was excessively shivering. As I accelerated to move into
Most can understand the traumatizing effect an accident can bring upon them, but not all. During the summer of 2009, I experienced what could happen during a wreck. It was another hot and dry day in Kansas, my sister and I had decided to take the back roads because the back tire was low. We were just having some fun, when suddenly everything went black. When I finally awoke wheat was flying everywhere and the car was still moving. Realizing that something was wrong, I yelled at the top of my lungs. Ashley woke up and tried to turn the car, but we ended up in a ditch. Leaving the car, I looked back at the damage and stared in awe as it struck me how lucky we were to still be alive. This memory is significant to me because it shifted how I will