Personal Narrative: Not Killed, But Stronger Than Ever Before

Not Killed, but Stronger Than Ever Before Here I am sitting in a car, riding on I-20. My family in the car as we see fantastic views of the cities and exits. It’s December time in the winter’s harsh environment. It’s snowing really hard as we are stuck in traffic. Cars lined up from bumper to bumper, tail to tail. We are headed to a football game in Athens. Stuck in rush hour traffic, we wait, wait, and wait until it clears up. Glancing and looking, the snow now is pounding the windshield. This was a very special day today. One year ago today my mom had a successful surgery for cancer. Today is a happy day for our family. The drivers are wondering around, honking their horns, and trying to get out of this mess like little birds. “Are we
I try to get out of the hot wrenching car and escape the accident. I hear sirens (eeeeoooeeeooo) and all sorts of things. I get out and paramedics rescue me. I have bruises and scratches on my legs and arms. I am most worried about my family now. The left side of the car is now blocked off. It’s again super cold outside and all I see is snow on the ground. Cops try to rescue my family. I try to help and I can’t as cops hold me back. All I see now is scenes of the accidents. My family is rescued, but my sister is carried off right away on a stretcher going in the ambulance. All I could here is her crying and her in a stretcher. My family, without my sister, reunites and gives hugs. My parents are ok and just received some bruises and scratches. All of us are worried about my sister. Cops interview and ask some questions. And by the way, the little bastard who was driving beside us is safe. As we found out our sister is alive, she will be going through a major surgery for her head and arms. The cars are nearly crushed up. Our family is all crying and worried about our sister. I can’t really imagine having a sister who is injured really bad. Well, I guess February 2nd is not our