My Broken Heart
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April Reed
Dr. Ryder Finnegan
English 1013 Composition 1
September 16, 2010
My Broken Heart
I have a lot of wonderful memories from my childhood. Some of the best memories were the times I spent with my dad. He was a wonderful man, a gentle giant. His hands were strong and calloused, but his touch was as soft as his heart. He was the brightest star in the center of my universe. The day he died was the day my heart soul were irreparably broken. The bright star burned out for eternity, leaving my universe dark and depressing.
I remember it was a weekend morning early in December 1998. I was at work. I remember being called to the office for a phone call. It was my grandma and she told me that my dad had been in an accident. Dad was in an accident at least once a month. He was always getting rear-ended. He had told me, “April, the next time I’m rear-ended, I’m gonna fall out of the truck and start twitching on the ground.” The mental image was too hilarious for words. You see, dad was six foot five inches tall and weighed well over 300 pounds! Yes he had a bit of a belly, but his muscle tone was quite remarkable. He was a diesel mechanic and was usually covered in grease. I’m sure the muscles came from years of working with the diesel engines and enormous tools. The next words out of my mouth were, “Is he okay?” My grandma replied “I don’t know. They took him by ambulance to the hospital.” I knew right away something was very wrong. My dad was a super hero. He never went to a doctor or an emergency room. He would never ride in an ambulance
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I made a quick exit at work and hysterically drove to the Springdale ER. Needless to say, I beat the ambulance to the hospital. I waited outside for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, an ambulance! As they opened the doors, all I could see were feet sticking out from under a sheet. I recognized these feet right away. My dad had a very badly discolored, misshapen nail on the left great toe caused from an unfortunate
April Reed
Dr. Ryder Finnegan
English 1013 Composition 1
September 16, 2010
My Broken Heart
I have a lot of wonderful memories from my childhood. Some of the best memories were the times I spent with my dad. He was a wonderful man, a gentle giant. His hands were strong and calloused, but his touch was as soft as his heart. He was the brightest star in the center of my universe. The day he died was the day my heart soul were irreparably broken. The bright star burned out for eternity, leaving my universe dark and depressing.
I remember it was a weekend morning early in December 1998. I was at work. I remember being called to the office for a phone call. It was my grandma and she told me that my dad had been in an accident. Dad was in an accident at least once a month. He was always getting rear-ended. He had told me, “April, the next time I’m rear-ended, I’m gonna fall out of the truck and start twitching on the ground.” The mental image was too hilarious for words. You see, dad was six foot five inches tall and weighed well over 300 pounds! Yes he had a bit of a belly, but his muscle tone was quite remarkable. He was a diesel mechanic and was usually covered in grease. I’m sure the muscles came from years of working with the diesel engines and enormous tools. The next words out of my mouth were, “Is he okay?” My grandma replied “I don’t know. They took him by ambulance to the hospital.” I knew right away something was very wrong. My dad was a super hero. He never went to a doctor or an emergency room. He would never ride in an ambulance
Reed 2
I made a quick exit at work and hysterically drove to the Springdale ER. Needless to say, I beat the ambulance to the hospital. I waited outside for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, an ambulance! As they opened the doors, all I could see were feet sticking out from under a sheet. I recognized these feet right away. My dad had a very badly discolored, misshapen nail on the left great toe caused from an unfortunate