My Family : A Personal Experience In Our Family

After the accident I expected William to run off into the woods like a scared, traumatised little boy. But he didn’t. He stayed. The doctors told me that I had a seventy percent chance of ever walking again. Depression enveloped me like a shroud of darkness and William was the pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel. Everyday I endured immense pain, both physically and mentally. At the hospital there was a nurse named Misha, he was a religious man and his kindness radiated wherever he went. One night when it was particularly hard, he prayed. I don't know if there is a God or if it was just my own determination and trust, but slowly after a vast amount of physical therapy and days where I couldn’t move from

Coming out of such a disastrous accident with only minor scratches made me realize to appreciate life. I felt a calming within me as I thought about my grandfather and the other loved ones we have lost watching over us during the accident. I strongly believed in guardian angels after the incident. Ever since the accident, I still find riding with others in the winter difficult and fear an accident might occur again. I beg my parents and friends to drive cautiously on snow. Some uncertainty remains, but the courage I presented during the accident proved to me I possess brave characteristics. I realized the little issues happening in my life no longer mattered, because every day is another day I get to live and thrive. Like an unknown author stated, “Be thankful for another day. You’re blessed to be

My personal narrative has to do with my journey alongside my family in an event that we all faced. When I was in fourth grade my father got cancer. I am not over protective of the fact that he did, in fact I am quite open on the subject. If they haven’t forgotten, then my friends know, and classmates at the time did know. In this way it is very personal, but also a shared story. As I stated earlier, my father got cancer when I was in fourth grade. This can certainly be considered an unusual childhood. I do not think that many children have had their parents go through cancer when they were around this age. My family spent lots of time in this situation. We were open with this fact, and people had helped us. My fourth grade class

Frequent trips to Lake Lewisville this past summer had kept our minds off of the impending doom of leaving our tiny town. On June 10th we took a day trip to Turner Falls, Oklahoma. We tried to soak in every minute of it, knowing that life wouldn’t always be this easy. After spending three hours in Turner Falls it was time to head home; many of us planned to take the ACT the next day. On the ride home Delaney, the driver and a good friend of mine, changed the radio station to country, which I silently objected, while she drove around a curve. I remember the moments before the crash only because I've repeated them so many times. An old blue pickup truck with paint flaked off, probably from sitting in the sun for too long, swerved into our lane as I looked up from my phone. I heard Delaney ask, "Do you guys see this guy?" and our tired voices mumbled back "yeah" fully expecting the truck to correct itself. I did not expect for two of my friends to be careflighted away that day or for the other five of us to be taken away in an ambulance. The other driver was charged that day with his third DUI. Thankfully, and by the grace of God, we are all doing well. The support from this town was life saving. Because of the wreck I not only feel a close bond with my classmates involved but with everyone in the town for their countless

On a summer afternoon in July 2009, my husband and I were attending a graduation party for my brother Sebastien who successfully finished High School. During the egg race, Rod received a phone call from his parents that his sister and her three children were in a car accident. At first, we were told they were fine and that they were being taken to Denver Health to be evaluated and that we would get a call later regarding what had happened. That, however, didn’t sit well with me, knowing that Denver Health is a trauma facility and that they were in an accident, I told Rod we needed to go and he agreed. Walking into the hospital was almost like something out of a television show or movie, each girl was in her own room, each with different injuries and with a million

I used to watch the news and hear about people involved in car wrecks every day. The thing is, I never could have imagined it could happen to me or worse, someone who meant a lot to me. My father, David Stewart on October 8th had been on the opposite end of a car accident with a drunk driver. I don't remember much about that tragic day. I do remember family members rushing into our house to comfort each other and not yet understanding why. Before the night had ended my older sister had gave me the news. I was only in the third grade, how was an eight year old expected to process news like that? That night I laid in my bed, wiping away endless tears of concern and confusion. I prayed countless times that night. With prayers of hope that my

Social class from a sociological perspective refers to a group of people of who share similar status, levels of power and wealth. At the moment in my family I would say that a lower-middle class serves as a best representation of our socioeconomic status. A lower-middle class according to Rosside’s model, accounts for approximately thirty to thirty-five percent of the population. It includes less affluent professionals such as nurses and teachers. I based my family’s socioeconomic status on our moderate position when it comes to income, education, and occupation class.

Throughout the course of my life I have overcome much adversity. I often lie in bed and ponder how I survived such a fatal misfortune. I was two years of age when I lost my mother in a tragic car accident while I held on for the fight of my life. The roads were wet and my mother's car had been sent slewing into oncoming traffic, leaving her pinned between the passenger and driver side door. The life drained from her body almost instantly. My head managed to bust through the window adjacent to me while a fragment of plastic from the car punctured through my skull. The accident left me with broken bones, including a fractured skull, and scars all over my body. I have been told by others how my mother appeared in her open casket as if she had

To this date, it was the worst phone call of my life. I was informed my father and stepmother were in a motorcycle accident in Florida where they retired for the winter. My stepmother was expected to have a painful, long recovery, as she suffered from multiple fractures to her face, a dislocated jaw, and pelvis that was broken in 3 places, plus many small cuts and bruises. My father, however, had not awakened after the accident and we should get to the hospital in Florida as soon as possible. My brother, his wife, and I booked flights and we were on our way they next day. It was not how I expected to spend Easter. The next four days were a blur. We met with doctors and nurses and didn’t feel like we had any answers to the real condition of our father. We knew of his injuries but not what they meant to his future. He had bruising between the hemispheres of his brain, on the outside of the brain, bruising on his brainstem, and multiple open fractures on the left side of his body. I couldn’t get any of his doctors to tell me their opinion on his prognosis. They would only say, “we need another 48 hours”. The only thing I could think was, “if you knew my dad, he would hate this. You life flighted him, now he’s hook to machinery to breath, and all he would have wanted was to have the ambulance run him over and put him out of his misery”. We knew my father’s wishes and they didn’t look anything like

On August 16th, 2009, I was in a car accident that was life changing.  Earlier that day, my mother, sister, and I were visiting old friends in a neighboring town.  In the evening, we drove back and the calm car ride lulled me to sleep.  Suddenly, I was thrown against my seatbelt and opened my eyes to see the white mass of airbags in the front seat and smelt smoke filling the air. For a split second, my mother had fallen asleep. In that moment, our car had gone off the road and into a ditch where train tracks ran parallel to the street.  She frantically unbuckled her seatbelt and shouted at my sister and me to get out of the car.  I could feel the gravel shifting beneath us as the car slowly descended onto tracks. Still disoriented, we

I was about 11 years old when my family and I suffered a traumatic car accident. Our family GMC was hit, rose into the air and flipped down a hill. Crushed then rushed to the children’s hospital moments later. Upon my arrival, I expected to see nurses eager to check my vitals and hurried for an MRI scan. Instead, strange glares and turning heads greeted me. As I waited open wounded I thought to myself "Maybe they find

If we talk about Christianity point of view Holy bible lays down “Wives submit yourself into your own husbands as unto the Lord.”

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another

”No one is ever born into Life alone. Everyone has shared the bond of family, at least at birth, and for many people it is a bond that will follow them throughout life. For many people it is the most important bond of all.”

When we think of the word “Surprise” we automatically think of something happy, maybe a birthday party. Sadly not all surprises are found in a birthday party or in a nice positive way. When you are in the waiting room of a Hospital with your mom crying, your family flying from out of town and everyone tell you to pray and there are four nurses running to your dads Hospital room, there is no good surprises you can get. I think that what doctors and nurses say is true, they say that the wall of hospitals hear more prayer than the walls of churches. The only thing you can think of while you are sitting there is about how things where before all those problems and worries were a part of your life, you think about how things got to point it was and about how things are going to change. I remember sitting in a very uncomfortable chair, my eyes burning, and feeling that an hour was a lifetime.