Part l
I had never been a fan of flying. After 6 seasons of Lost, the thought of a plane crash made me want to throw up. But unfortunately, I lived in northern Maine. A place where the hot weather wasn’t so hot. That meant that warm places and relaxing on the beach was a wonderous idea to me. So when my parents had told us that we were going to Cancun, Mexico I had very mixed emotions about the vacation. Being in Cancun, and feeling the warmth of the Sun, I was ecstatic for. But the almost 4 hour plane ride there and back was an agonizing thought. Currently, I’m walking through the air-bridge and onto the plane while on the verge of anxiety. While we were looking for a seat I noticed little five year olds sitting down and looking as if they …show more content…
My shaking hands on the handlebars and my teeth gritting together. I rotated the pedals with all of my might to get the bike moving. I fell like any kindergartener would have fallen at that point in their life but I got back up. My dad was encouraging me so that I wouldn’t give up. So, I got back on the bike. After a few more trial and error experiments the trees were rushing past me in a blur of green.
I was now seven and crying. I had just gotten on the bus to go home from school and had received my first ever C on a spelling test. The tears were coming because I didn’t study and my parents frowned on low grades. I didn’t want them to be mad at me but the guilt was already eating me alive and I wasn’t even off the bus yet. I bid farewell to my friends and lowered myself down the steps of the bus and onto the driveway. There she was. My mom waiting for me and my A+ spelling test. I didn’t know what to say so I just handed her the paper and ran inside crying.
Now I had been fired from my job as a hostess because I spilled hot coffee all over my bosses designer shoes. Although I was 16, I stilled feared my parents reaction. I slammed my car door shut, very frustrated with myself, and walked into our house. My parents of course noticed that I was home early. They then questioned my arrival before 8:30 and did not seem in very sympathetic moods. I rushed through the story and waited for the lecture to …show more content…
I took off. Never being much of a runner didn’t help me at all in this situation. After about 200 meters I was out of breath and wishing for an escape plan from someone. Someone like my mom or dad… The parents who even though I struggled to get good grades on my spelling test or keep a job, still loved me. The parents that yelled at me when I did wrong but always ended their complaint in “I love you.” That was when I realized that I didn’t want this kid to die. Not just because death is sad, but because I now realize that every life matters. You know when you were a kid and would read the comics in the Sunday newspaper and would see the obituaries? You wouldn’t cry over their death,because you didn’t know them and would go insane if you cried every time you heard of a death. But that wasn’t how I felt now. I couldn’t let him die because if I couldn’t save my parents or anyone else on the plane, at least I could save him. After all, I already have
I had never been a fan of flying. After 6 seasons of Lost, the thought of a plane crash made me want to throw up. But unfortunately, I lived in northern Maine. A place where the hot weather wasn’t so hot. That meant that warm places and relaxing on the beach was a wonderous idea to me. So when my parents had told us that we were going to Cancun, Mexico I had very mixed emotions about the vacation. Being in Cancun, and feeling the warmth of the Sun, I was ecstatic for. But the almost 4 hour plane ride there and back was an agonizing thought. Currently, I’m walking through the air-bridge and onto the plane while on the verge of anxiety. While we were looking for a seat I noticed little five year olds sitting down and looking as if they …show more content…
My shaking hands on the handlebars and my teeth gritting together. I rotated the pedals with all of my might to get the bike moving. I fell like any kindergartener would have fallen at that point in their life but I got back up. My dad was encouraging me so that I wouldn’t give up. So, I got back on the bike. After a few more trial and error experiments the trees were rushing past me in a blur of green.
I was now seven and crying. I had just gotten on the bus to go home from school and had received my first ever C on a spelling test. The tears were coming because I didn’t study and my parents frowned on low grades. I didn’t want them to be mad at me but the guilt was already eating me alive and I wasn’t even off the bus yet. I bid farewell to my friends and lowered myself down the steps of the bus and onto the driveway. There she was. My mom waiting for me and my A+ spelling test. I didn’t know what to say so I just handed her the paper and ran inside crying.
Now I had been fired from my job as a hostess because I spilled hot coffee all over my bosses designer shoes. Although I was 16, I stilled feared my parents reaction. I slammed my car door shut, very frustrated with myself, and walked into our house. My parents of course noticed that I was home early. They then questioned my arrival before 8:30 and did not seem in very sympathetic moods. I rushed through the story and waited for the lecture to …show more content…
I took off. Never being much of a runner didn’t help me at all in this situation. After about 200 meters I was out of breath and wishing for an escape plan from someone. Someone like my mom or dad… The parents who even though I struggled to get good grades on my spelling test or keep a job, still loved me. The parents that yelled at me when I did wrong but always ended their complaint in “I love you.” That was when I realized that I didn’t want this kid to die. Not just because death is sad, but because I now realize that every life matters. You know when you were a kid and would read the comics in the Sunday newspaper and would see the obituaries? You wouldn’t cry over their death,because you didn’t know them and would go insane if you cried every time you heard of a death. But that wasn’t how I felt now. I couldn’t let him die because if I couldn’t save my parents or anyone else on the plane, at least I could save him. After all, I already have