Example Of A Personal Narrative Essay
Karley Pohlmann
Personal Narrative
Composition, 8am
Red, that is what comes to my mind when I remember May 3rd of my freshman year in high school. Red was my totaled out car, red was the stained seat fabric from my brother’s blood, red was the flashing lights and sirens, and red was my eyes from the tears I cried. I could not change that day, I could not turn back time and so my heart bled out red.
As I was a freshman getting ready to get my license within the next year, my step dad bought me a red Pontiac Grand Am for my first car. A few weeks later my brother’s car broke down, so I offered my car to him to use temporarily, since I did not need it at the moment. Two weeks after that my brother and I planned to go shopping together, on May 3rd, 2013.
That day should have been an ordinary and fun day but it quickly turned into the biggest nightmare of my life. My brother called me on …show more content…
Is it not funny how this world works? In an accident one person can walk away unharmed and the other person’s life is threatened. I was told my brother would not survive and even if he did, his memory would be completely gone. The girl driving the pickup had a broken nose and that was it. Not only did my brother have a brain injury, he broke his hand, collar bone, and femur, his hip was completely crushed, and he had a deep cut into his shoulder.
I had been in hospitals many times before May 3rd, but none of that could have ever prepared me for seeing my brother in a coma. The following ten days I stayed by my brother’s side and I felt just as lifeless as he was. I prayed and hoped for any kind of sign that he would come back to us, the fluttering of his eyes or slightly grasping my hand when I held his, I never gave up even as the days got harder. As time moved on I felt like I was leaving a trail of red everywhere I went and time was running out of how much red I had left. Finally the doctors had no choice but to wake my brother up
Personal Narrative
Composition, 8am
Red, that is what comes to my mind when I remember May 3rd of my freshman year in high school. Red was my totaled out car, red was the stained seat fabric from my brother’s blood, red was the flashing lights and sirens, and red was my eyes from the tears I cried. I could not change that day, I could not turn back time and so my heart bled out red.
As I was a freshman getting ready to get my license within the next year, my step dad bought me a red Pontiac Grand Am for my first car. A few weeks later my brother’s car broke down, so I offered my car to him to use temporarily, since I did not need it at the moment. Two weeks after that my brother and I planned to go shopping together, on May 3rd, 2013.
That day should have been an ordinary and fun day but it quickly turned into the biggest nightmare of my life. My brother called me on …show more content…
Is it not funny how this world works? In an accident one person can walk away unharmed and the other person’s life is threatened. I was told my brother would not survive and even if he did, his memory would be completely gone. The girl driving the pickup had a broken nose and that was it. Not only did my brother have a brain injury, he broke his hand, collar bone, and femur, his hip was completely crushed, and he had a deep cut into his shoulder.
I had been in hospitals many times before May 3rd, but none of that could have ever prepared me for seeing my brother in a coma. The following ten days I stayed by my brother’s side and I felt just as lifeless as he was. I prayed and hoped for any kind of sign that he would come back to us, the fluttering of his eyes or slightly grasping my hand when I held his, I never gave up even as the days got harder. As time moved on I felt like I was leaving a trail of red everywhere I went and time was running out of how much red I had left. Finally the doctors had no choice but to wake my brother up