Scariest Moment In My Life

The call was from the hospital. We suspected something horrible had happened. I started crying right there. My mom turned the car around and sped back to Good Samaritan hospital. At around 1:15 my mom and I rushed into the hospital and ran back onto the floor that he was on. My mom got there first, she stopped in the doorway and that’s when I knew something was wrong. I started to sob harder. I fell to the floor sobbing into my hands. When I heard my Grandma cry out in anguish, I knew it was all over for my Grandpa. I

My alarm went off at 6:30 I clicked snooze and got off the couch and went upstairs to the bed and laid back down. Then I plugged my phone up into my charger and set my alarm for 7:25 and went back to sleep. When it went off again to wake me up and I got up and went straight to my mom to remind her that I'm going out of town for the weekend and she asked me about everything again to make sure everything was okay and reminded me about my orthodontist appointment. So, I ran my shower picked out my outfit for the day and then jumped in the shower, then when I got out my momma was asking me where her phone was. I said it was on the bed, she said no it was not and then I called her phone and walked out to the ironing board. That's when she found it and I asked for my card once again and she gave it to me and said don’t spend all your money now.

It was Spring Break, we were in McAlester, Oklahoma visiting my dad’s friend Russ and his family. We had planned to go to Dallas, eat at a lot of unique restaurants and best of all ride on their ATVs. We got to their house at midnight Friday, we had the whole entire week there. Sunday, the boys and my mom went riding on the atv’s. I stayed home with Mel and their daughter Lanie who was 8 months old. Monday night we went out to dinner at this place called Pete’s Place. Then the old folks aka (the parents) went out so my brother and I watched Lanie. She was an easy

It was the first week of school, everything was going fantastic. In fact, we were actually planning on having a party that first weekend of school, for the Connor Mcgregor vs. Floyd Mayweather fight. Things took a drastic turn when one day, after school, my older brother and I were in his truck coming home from school. All of a sudden, our mom called my brother and said "Big David is in the hospital so I'm not going to be home until later tonight." We were confused and didn't know what to do, so we continued to head home. Later on, after we got home, we found out that he was having horrible stomach pains at work and he was rushed to the hospital. The weekend came and we still had our party, he didn't want us to miss having the party because of him, so since we weren't going to be with him that night, we brought food to him before the

The day after he went to the hospital my dad's mom had asked if I would like to go with her up to my cousin's house because they lived an hour away. My first thought was I could not go because I need to go to the hospital and see him. My mom had told me to go and have fun and the next morning I would go up with her and see him. So I went and we went shopping and out to eat. Later that night, right before I was about to be heading home, my dad was calling me. I answered it and the first thing he said was "he passed." My heart dropped. Do you ever have that feeling where nothing seems right? I was I was in so much shock my body went numb. I could not believe he just passed, and it did not hit me till after his

We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.

Mom is trying to tell us what happened but she's crying, then she makes out the words that she's having a double lung transplant. I start running around screaming because she has a disease that she has to be put on oxygen. Also she has to get new lungs.Most people die without ever getting the call to get new lungs but my mom did.I was full of joy and yet super scared I didn't know what to feel so I screamed . My whole family was crying tears of joy, especially me.

And then, the day I had feared of most, finally arrived. We lost our father, the only figure I truly felt safe with. After months of mourning and painful transformations, our mother fell sick. In those terrible days, days during which I was locked in the basement most of the time, for my safety and even more: for the safety of my family, I was incapable of helping. To this, I regret even today.

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

I could feel my lungs collapsing, taking a shuddering breath of air, I reached for the “help” button. As my vision went black I could hear the comforting voices of the nurses “you’ll be ok son, we won’t let you go, not now its too soon.”

My outfit for thanksgiving day was a black pant, long blue shirt and a cap, because I was too lazy to fix m hair. My dad came from work and just fried the turkey, while my older brother Emmanuel, younger sisters and I went out. Our first outing was to the park, then my other older brother came with his girlfriend to the house by 12 noon. They both decide to take us out to lewisville main event for bowling, which was fun and lots of screaming. I won the bowling game and was super excited about it, but it was a huge struggle. After the bowling, we wanted to go for roller skating which we thought was free, because we were too many to pay for it, but it was not free. By then, the time was almost five o'clock in the evening and my siblings had to

My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.

We were starting to walk towards his room and all I heard was, “beep...beep...beep” I knew that was a bad sound. I walk in and I saw my dad...in a hospital bed...with tubes left, right, and even one down his throat.

Tears poured down my face like I was in a rain forest, hugged my mom tightly as if she was a cuddly stuffed animal and I prayed, prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Not really knowing what was going on or what was going to happen. My sister arrived home, followed by my dad shortly after. While we waited to hear back from the hospital, we sat on the couch in the living room bawling our eyes out probably. Don’t worry, I will tell you about what is going on.

The next day when we went to visit him, we were put in a waiting room. What we didn’t know is that they were fighting to save his life in the ER. When we were told he had passed, my life changed forever. The walk down to see my dad for the last time was the hardest thing I ever had to do. My mom went to a rehab two weeks prior, because she had spiraled out of control with her drinking addiction. I’ve never seen her so bad, desperate for a “buzz”. My mom is no better today than she was when she left my sister and me with my aunt and uncle almost two years