expecting my first child at the age of 20. I still wanted to do so much with my life. I wanted to go…
I was unable to walk and thus was carried to the office. There I waited for my dad to come and take me to the doctor. That is where my long road of doctors, X-rays, MRIs, and physical therapy started. When I walked into my first physical therapy appointment, I was nervous but I was relieved when I recognized…
I had a neck brace around my neck and IV’s stuck all in my arms. I started to panic, I was lost, confused and scared. My best friend was there in the ambulance trying to calm me down. But still, all I could think about was the reaction of my parents when they found out what happened. Once we got to the hospital, the paramedics took me to Emergency Care. The doctors ran many tests on me: MRI’s, CAT Scans, and X-Rays, whatever test you can name – they ran on me. As I waited for my results, the doctors came in and explained to me what happened. An intoxicated driver with a gun ran the red light and hit me in a head on collision. The driver not only totaled my mother’s car but also totaled his own car too. The good thing was that he was okay. I didn’t know what to be happier about; the fact that the other driver was fine or that the accident was not my fault. Selfish right? But I’m sure if you were me at the time, you would think the same thing.…
At the age of ten, my mother told me that she was leaving my father. I wasn't sad; in fact it was a relief. My house was always in constant chaos. My sister, my mother, and I faced the aggressive side effects of my father's addiction. I grew up watching my dad treat my family like nothing, as if he was in constant control of us and he was the only person that mattered. When my mom broke the news to me that they were getting a divorce, I did not understand at the time it was because of my dad's drug and alcohol addiction. I thought when he passed…
My mom was driving a car full of kids all under the age of nine. My Dad was at work at the time. We were just driving straight down the road on the way to a church function. A drunken man who was illegally driving turned right into my family and hit us head on. The drunk guy did not even care about what had happened. His head was bleeding lots and he got out of his car and chugged a beer before the police had arrived. The suburban was totaled but luckily none of us were hurt. It was a blessing in disguise that my Dad had a bad headache that day. He was on his way home from work early and was only a mile away from the scene when my Mom called him. My Mom was in shock and not able to talk. A man who had witnessed the accident took my Moms phone and told my Dad we were all okay. We were all still fastened in our car seats. The firefighters got us out and we got to ride home in the back of a police…
Out of all the hardships and obstacles my family has had to deal with, the one that has impacted me the most, happened November 19, 2011. This cold Saturday night will forever be imprinted in my head, and will always be remembered. On this day, my life changed drastically after getting into a motor vehicle accident that was caused by someone under the influence. The accident had its physical damage, leaving my mom…
One the tow truck finally came and took CoCo, my friend picked my sister and I up from the accident scene and drove us to the hospital. We sat in the waiting room for more than an hour in severe pain, just praying we would be next every time a nurse would come out prepared to call a name. Once we were finally called we were escorted to different hallways due to them not having even one room available. We were in so much pain and only given a cot to wait to be seen by a doctor. After forty-five minutes a doctor finally came, checked me and questioned me resulting in me being sent for x-rays and CAT scans. The results came back and turns out my neck, shoulder, wrist, and back were sprained. The drive back to school at four in the morning was so dreadful with the road being under construction and bumps all down the road. It took almost two months for me to fully recover, which to me was eternity. A few days after the accident, I returned home from school. Being back in Orlando it was time for me to begin working for the summer and realized it was going to be exasperating until I replaced my totaled car. The insurance company gave me back a good amount for a down payment on a new car. But, now it was time to research cars based on miles, color, year, and most definitely an affordable price. I became Déja the car guru with all the research I did on vehicles. Finally a month and half after my accident I found the…
Empowerment of the Grieving I was being rushed into the hospital. I will never sleep the same again. I can still hear the my brother's screams for help. The face my mom had on when she saw me will stick with me forever.…
Have you ever received an injury that you yourself know about or one that affected your life, well both those things happened to me at the same time. And that's what i'm going to write about.…
Many years ago, I fell off of a play place and broke my left arm. I had never broken a bone before or been to the emergency room. It was a very surprising moment and painful experience. I will never forget how it happened and I hope I never have another experience like it. This when it went all went downhill.…
My helmet broke in half and my shirt was cut from the doctor. When I got home my mom said “you won’t be going to school for about 3 weeks or until your collarbone heals.” I was glad about that but I was gonna miss my friends. Also my mom had to wipe my butt and I had to sleep sitting up. The first thing my dad said to me when we got home was “Kylee the doctor said you may never be able to ride a dirt bike again because your break was so severe.” I was so scared dirt biking was my favorite thing to do at that age.…
Her alarming accident happened only four months prior to me starting high school in a completely new environment. Not only was I terrified to start in a new school with new surroundings but now I needed to worry about my grandmother’s condition. My nerves were at an all-time peak in my life and it was a matter of time before I would have a mental breakdown. Every morning for two months I would pray for her recovery and thank God for giving her another day to live. After what felt like years of uneasiness and concern, my grandmother was finally released from one of the many hospitals she had been admitted to. My family and I could tell that although her speech and short term memory would never be the same, she would finally be coming back home. Her traumatizing experience made me come to the realization of two things, my future occupation and how important family is.…
At age 11, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was caught early enough that she had a good chance of overcoming it but, at 11, anything that ended with the word "cancer" sounded like a death sentence to me. Overnight, a previously silent genetic mutation had flipped my world upside down. Going through chemotherapy and radiation was taxing on my mother both physically and emotionally, as one might expect, but it was also taxing on my entire family. This experience was the first time I ever truly knew how it felt to endure hardship in my family. Prior to this, the most difficult experience of my life was when we had to put our cats down, so this was a major adjustment. I share this story because it has been a major influence on the person I am and the priorities I have…
Q: Describe briefly your current job/most recent job responsibilities. State the knowledge and skills you have acquired from this experience…
b) They were better because they were turbine-driven, with a bigger guns and a greater range and also faster than the previous ones.…