The Game Changer
We all have nightmares and some nightmares are our reality. Have you ever thought that your nightmare that happened to you that was real, just might be your day 2, and what makes you want to do your day 3 because of the day 2? You might be wondering, what exactly for sure what a day 2 or day 3 is. Good, think about that calamity or that nightmare that happened to you, something that you have told yourself,” never again,” or even “this won’t happen to my children,” well, that is your day 2. That day 2, is something that you know it doesn’t put a stamp on your life, it’s just something bad that might just help you find your day 3. Now think about your day 3. It is something that you wanted to do, you know for …show more content…
My day 2 I did not expect it, but when I think about it, I believe that no one expected it to happen. The day 2 I experienced is what I like to think of it, is a series of events. It first started in the 3rd grade in the summer, I was with my mom and also my sister. We went to the lake and we got a phone call that our house was on fire, it was just the three of us, my dad was on a business trip. My dad came home earlier, due to the fire, so what happened next it is what I like to call a game changer. The next couple of days was, when my day 2 actually took …show more content…
When we were there and was leaving, we stopped by to see my dad’s mom and her dog got out, so my mom ran to get the dog, my sister and myself was in the car waiting. We saw Albert, which is someone that lived with them, and he had a pistol in his hand and wasn’t quite for sure, but he didn’t say anything to us. Well, we left and we didn’t see her. On our way back, we get stopped by my aunt. My aunt was mad at my mom and was wanting us to give our land to them. Well there was words exchanged as we were parked in front of a neighbor’s house. My aunt grabbed my mom’s hair and repeatedly was banging my mom’s head against the inside of the car. My mom didn’t fight back. She took it. I ran out the car screaming, my sister in the background screaming and crying. She repeatedly beating my mom. The neighbors pulled up to their house, my aunt saying, “looks like it’s your lucky day, your savior is the neighbors wanting into their
We all have nightmares and some nightmares are our reality. Have you ever thought that your nightmare that happened to you that was real, just might be your day 2, and what makes you want to do your day 3 because of the day 2? You might be wondering, what exactly for sure what a day 2 or day 3 is. Good, think about that calamity or that nightmare that happened to you, something that you have told yourself,” never again,” or even “this won’t happen to my children,” well, that is your day 2. That day 2, is something that you know it doesn’t put a stamp on your life, it’s just something bad that might just help you find your day 3. Now think about your day 3. It is something that you wanted to do, you know for …show more content…
My day 2 I did not expect it, but when I think about it, I believe that no one expected it to happen. The day 2 I experienced is what I like to think of it, is a series of events. It first started in the 3rd grade in the summer, I was with my mom and also my sister. We went to the lake and we got a phone call that our house was on fire, it was just the three of us, my dad was on a business trip. My dad came home earlier, due to the fire, so what happened next it is what I like to call a game changer. The next couple of days was, when my day 2 actually took …show more content…
When we were there and was leaving, we stopped by to see my dad’s mom and her dog got out, so my mom ran to get the dog, my sister and myself was in the car waiting. We saw Albert, which is someone that lived with them, and he had a pistol in his hand and wasn’t quite for sure, but he didn’t say anything to us. Well, we left and we didn’t see her. On our way back, we get stopped by my aunt. My aunt was mad at my mom and was wanting us to give our land to them. Well there was words exchanged as we were parked in front of a neighbor’s house. My aunt grabbed my mom’s hair and repeatedly was banging my mom’s head against the inside of the car. My mom didn’t fight back. She took it. I ran out the car screaming, my sister in the background screaming and crying. She repeatedly beating my mom. The neighbors pulled up to their house, my aunt saying, “looks like it’s your lucky day, your savior is the neighbors wanting into their