texting and driving kills

One sunday afternoon, the day was beautiful, the sun was shinning and the air was fresh. It seemed to be such a perfect day for anything tragic to happen. Then the moment I heard that deadly, faint yell I new something was wrong. Earlier before the event I was eating a delicious taco, in the newly remodeled kitchen. My mother was sitting in the living room next to me. She was doing her homework for college. After I finished my taco, I was headed down stairs to see what my brother was doing. Suddenly I heard a faint yell coming from outside. I ran down the stairs, my heart beating very fast, wondering what is going on. Then I saw my brother laying on the grass in the front yard. He seemed confused and tired. I noticed our new puppy named Max. He was sitting by his head. Then I new something was seriously wrong. Usually Max would run down the street the first chance he'd get but this time he didn't. I carried my brother inside the house and yelled for my mom. She ran down the stairs and we took D.J to the bathroom. He kept throwing up and I was really scared because I dint know what had happened to him, he wasn't talking. Finally I heard him say that he fell off a wall chasing Max. After, my mom settled down, she started the truck. D.J walked to the truck and we drove off to the emergency room. At the emergency room my mom signed some papers. D.J was admitted right away. I wasn't allowed to go back and see him but I heard that he had a minor concussion. Hour later, when we were allowed to leave D.J told us he didn't remember a thing. The only information he did tell us was that he was chasing Max and he fell. The next few days, D.J was getting enough sleep and feeling better. His memory was coming back a little at a time. This event taught me that in every moment in your life, you should live it up to the fullest because you never know when something tragic will take place.