Personal Narrative: The Cause Of Racism

I should have never entered that race; however if I would have won the race I would have won $50,000.

I know my life is worth more than $50,000. What was I thinking? Clearly I wasn’t.

I hope my sled is not destroyed, because when, I get out of this hospital bed, I want to go back, no I will go back to rocketsledding. I already miss the thrill of speeding down the mountain, and feeling the wind pushing my sled around. What an adrenalin rush it gave me.

I remember the day that I started rocketsledding I was 18 years old my dad brought me to a hill near our house. The hill was small, but I was scared. At first I went down the hill on a normal sled a couple of times, so my dad could teach me on a normal sled how to control a rocket sled. Then, my dad, former rocketsledding champion let me try his rocketsled. At first I was scared, then my dad showed me a few instructions on how to stop, and steer. The hill was about 10 meters long with 50 meters of run off space. After my first attempted I loved rocketsledding, so from that day forward my dad signed me up for lessons. By the time I was 25, I won 2 world championships.
I was supposed to stop racing before this race, because dad got in an rocketsledding accident, and died.
After that incident, I promised my mom that I was going to stop rocketsledding, and that I would pull out of this race.

Where is the doctor? Will I die here?

Why did I enter the race? I might die

Why can’t I remember the accident? I guess I hit my head in the accident, and I blanked out.

I hope I didn’t cause brain damage.

I hope I did not injure or kill one of my rivals! I do not want to be responsible for the death of someone.

What I am going to tell mom, I swore my life that I would quit and pull out of this
race.

Maybe it is karma trying to teach me a lesson.

I think my memory is coming back; I remember the start of the race; I remember sitting in the cabin of my sled waiting for the race to start. I recall telling myself that I should just pull out of the race, however, I didn’t.

Moments later I remember hitting a patch of ice, which caused me to skid off a small cliff, and barrel role into a tree hitting my head quite hard.

Shortly after the incident the air ambulance came and brought to the hospital.

I recollect the doctor telling that I have suffered some memory loss, and I had a brain injury. The doctor then said that I was going straight into surgery to stop the brain bleed.

I pray to God that my surgery went well.

I still need to call my mom and tell her that I was in an accident.

Maybe I should call mother after I get the news from the doctor.

Mother is going to be very furious with me, because dad has just died, and I told her that I was going to quit, and I didn’t

Maybe I should die. I deserve it after lying to mom.

Perhaps I should call her right now.

In fact, I am going to, at this precise moment.

The phone is ringing I am terrified.

Hello, mother, it is me. I know you are going to be mad, but I need to tell you…. I was just in a rocketsledding accident. I just had surgery to fix my brain bleed. I think the surgery went well. I am just waiting for the doctor. I am sorry that I lied to you mom bye, I will see you soon.

Oh my head is throbbing, I can’t move my feet, my nose is bleeding, I can’t move my hands, oh there is a hard pressure in my head!

doctor help!!!!

HELP! HELP!

Help…

Help.