Personal Narrative Essay: The Worst Experience Of My Life

My sixth grade year my mom decided to move us from Panama City, Florida to Madison, Alabama. My only thoughts were “seriously, are you trying to ruin my life?!” Moving here was hands down the worst experience of my life. Like any other rebellious teen, I acted out constantly; it worked for me because I have always had a cope out “she is mad about the divorce and misses her dad.” For three years I was seven hours away from my dad, only seeing him every other weekend, and it was complete agony. Then my dad decided to join the army. In 2009 my dad joined the Army at age thirty-six, very close to the cap off. My thoughts were “Dad works in sales at Comcast, so what could he possibly want to go in the army for, he is not even cut out for that.”
I made myself some cereal and sat down to watch television. A few minutes rolled by and I heard the house phone ring, my mom casually picked it up. It did not take more than three minutes before I heard crying; I ran to my mom’s room and she was just holding the phone at her waist. I could not have counted the tears rolling down her face even if I had wanted to. All she did was grab me and hold me, there was a fear of the unknown; I was very timid to ask what was going on. Finally she announced that my dad had collapsed from a stroke, was in a coma, and was being flown to a hospital in Germany. At only 14 years old I had no idea what all this really meant and the extent of what could be wrong. I had assumed the worst and most dramatic situation, my dad was
They were sleeping in the living room, which is right next to the door, and never even flinched. I was thankful for that because I never wanted them to have to experience that, they were far too young. The paramedic asked me if I could find all of the medications my dad took and I did what they said. One man really helped me realize what was important, he told me I needed to stay strong and be okay around my siblings because they would not be able to grasp what just happened. He said I handled the situation with a grace he was amazed by, and that I played a huge part in getting my dad help. Out of all these unfortunate events I never thought I would be able to smile, wrong. As soon as the paramedics left my brother and sister both popped up and I could not help but to laugh. That was God and I know it was because no one could sleep through fire truck and ambulance sirens, and ten people running around yelling in the house. Dad was in another coma and the doctors said he would not make it. A few days later he woke up and was fine. Mom claims it was because she had screamed in his ear that he was not going to die like this, which is comical. My dad made a remarkable recovery and although he had a stroke and a seizure on top of me he has continued to improve. He can now live on his own, drive, order food, pay bills, basically everything he used to but still working on a