Everybody gets in accidents. It’s bound to happen whatever the circumstances are. Whether it is a car accident or party foul everyone is doomed for a accident to happen in their lifetime. A personal experience of mine that involved accidents happened to be a life and death one.
In 10th grade my mom would drop me off at a tutoring center in carrollton. Across from my tutoring place there was a McDonald’s that I always went to to get a bite to eat during break. One day after tutoring, I was getting a little hungry so I ran to McDonald’s and bought some food. Feeling relief from starvation, I put back on my hat and decided to jay walk back a 45 MPH limit, busy street. Right as I was about to cross in the corner of my eye, right where my vision met the visor of my hat, I see a little black object on wheels coming down the street. Yes I am aware of it now that it was a car, but at the time the only thought in my head was “What the hell was that?” because I couldn’t see what it was . The last thing I remember was tire wheels screeching and blackness. I woke up 30 minutes later on the side of the street with utter confusion and pain, surrounded by people left and right yelling and groping me. All I see throughout my vision is blurriness and apparitions. I thought I had died. Slowly snapping back to reality I realize that, yes I am alive. Thankfully, the only thing that came out of it was a broken ankle and a huge bruise on my arm as big a chocolate bagel. Later I asked my parents what had happened and they told me that I had got hit in the arm by a Chevy SUV’s side mirror at 35 MPH, flipped a 720, landed and broke my ankle. I laughed because I pictured myself being tossed around in the air and then they said if I would’ve gone a little further in front of the car, I would have been road kill. At that moment, in all seriousness, I drowned in revelation.
