Life Experience
My name is Jennifer , I was born in Ontario. My birthday is November
5th, 1976. I was a colic baby when I was born. It took my aunt and grandmothers help to take care of
me. I never had a bond with my mother, nor did she not want me. She wanted a boy. And my father
was really never around, he spent his time as an alcoholic. The bond I have is with my grandmother. I
have spent so much time with her over the years I was growing up.
I do not recall much of my childhood or my life growing up. What I do know is things that my
grandmother keep telling me over and over in hope that it will bring back memories and stick in my
head.
I am going to skip over my childhood and start when I was twelve years old. My mother asked
me to go to the store for her. I jumped on my bike and headed to the store. I stopped at the highway,
looked both ways, and then proceeded across the road. As I was riding my bike across the road a
intoxicated driver, driving a full size truck hit me and my bike. I flew half a mile and my coat caught
on fire from the friction from the highway. Just before I got to the hospital, I left my body. The doctors
took twenty minutes to revise me. I spent three month in a coma. While I was in a coma my small
community of fifty people raised five thousand dollars for my mother to stay in a motel close to the
hospital. When I awoke from the coma, I was lost scared and could not speak. My mother was told
that it is a miracle that I came out of the coma, but I would never be the same and probably would
never be able to walk again.
I had to learn how to eat on my own again; Had to learn how to speak all over again. After I
was able to eat and speak again they started me on physio therapy. Then they put me in a wheelchair. I
knew I had to gain the strength and the determination to get out of the wheelchair. After a month of
sitting in a wheelchair I was tiered.
5th, 1976. I was a colic baby when I was born. It took my aunt and grandmothers help to take care of
me. I never had a bond with my mother, nor did she not want me. She wanted a boy. And my father
was really never around, he spent his time as an alcoholic. The bond I have is with my grandmother. I
have spent so much time with her over the years I was growing up.
I do not recall much of my childhood or my life growing up. What I do know is things that my
grandmother keep telling me over and over in hope that it will bring back memories and stick in my
head.
I am going to skip over my childhood and start when I was twelve years old. My mother asked
me to go to the store for her. I jumped on my bike and headed to the store. I stopped at the highway,
looked both ways, and then proceeded across the road. As I was riding my bike across the road a
intoxicated driver, driving a full size truck hit me and my bike. I flew half a mile and my coat caught
on fire from the friction from the highway. Just before I got to the hospital, I left my body. The doctors
took twenty minutes to revise me. I spent three month in a coma. While I was in a coma my small
community of fifty people raised five thousand dollars for my mother to stay in a motel close to the
hospital. When I awoke from the coma, I was lost scared and could not speak. My mother was told
that it is a miracle that I came out of the coma, but I would never be the same and probably would
never be able to walk again.
I had to learn how to eat on my own again; Had to learn how to speak all over again. After I
was able to eat and speak again they started me on physio therapy. Then they put me in a wheelchair. I
knew I had to gain the strength and the determination to get out of the wheelchair. After a month of
sitting in a wheelchair I was tiered.