It was warm July weekend, and I was stuck at yet another racetrack in southwest Iowa. I was there for one reason, and one reason only; to watch and support my two brothers and their passion of riding dirtbikes. This was a grueling activity that I didn’t particularly enjoy, and I would never enjoy it as long as I lived, because of the terrible event that unfolded on this treacherous day.
The air was blisteringly hot at almost ninety-eight degrees, and even the wind blew hot on my skin. I was constantly annoyed by the loud rumbles of large dirtbikes, and the high pitched buzzing of children on their miniature dirt bikes. “Can I please leave, and go home?” was the constant question which I asked my mother almost hourly. Of course, she denied any …show more content…
At first, all I was able to see was that his yellow and blue riding uniform looked brown because it was covered in dirt from the crash. As I peered further through the enormous crowd I noticed that his helmet had been turned around completely. Fearing the worst had happened I ran over to my parents, tears in my eyes. Carter had stopped moving when paramedics got to him. “Everyone back away,” they announced rather calm voice. The paramedics then proceeded to remove Carter’s helmet, revealing that just his helmet had twisted around rather than his head breaking apart from his spinal chord, but the danger was still very apparent. Carter had still not yet woken up from what may have been a fatal crash. One paramedic used many medical devices to get his vitals, while two other paramedics began to swiftly transport Carter’s still limp body onto a stretcher. “This boy won’t make it to the hospital by ambulance; call in a life support chopper,” the paramedic who was taking vitals announced to the other two …show more content…
Instead, he left it parked outside the front door; a spot reserved for ambulances only. The four of us then jumped out of the car, slamming the doors behind us. We then ran through the doors marked “Emergency Room”. There we encountered the desk clerk who was a nasty witch and gave us the wrong directions to the emergency room where Carter was being held. As we were running through the halls we encountered a patrol of nurses wheeling a bed with a child-sized body in it. It was impossible to tell who was in the bed, because they had put a sheet over the face of the person. My father was so overwhelmed with fear that he lunged at the bed, ripping off the blanket, and revealing the face of my brother. Tears filled everyone eyes as the nurses announced that he had died on the helicopter ride. My parents dropped to their knees and threw their heads back crying. This was truly the worst day
The air was blisteringly hot at almost ninety-eight degrees, and even the wind blew hot on my skin. I was constantly annoyed by the loud rumbles of large dirtbikes, and the high pitched buzzing of children on their miniature dirt bikes. “Can I please leave, and go home?” was the constant question which I asked my mother almost hourly. Of course, she denied any …show more content…
At first, all I was able to see was that his yellow and blue riding uniform looked brown because it was covered in dirt from the crash. As I peered further through the enormous crowd I noticed that his helmet had been turned around completely. Fearing the worst had happened I ran over to my parents, tears in my eyes. Carter had stopped moving when paramedics got to him. “Everyone back away,” they announced rather calm voice. The paramedics then proceeded to remove Carter’s helmet, revealing that just his helmet had twisted around rather than his head breaking apart from his spinal chord, but the danger was still very apparent. Carter had still not yet woken up from what may have been a fatal crash. One paramedic used many medical devices to get his vitals, while two other paramedics began to swiftly transport Carter’s still limp body onto a stretcher. “This boy won’t make it to the hospital by ambulance; call in a life support chopper,” the paramedic who was taking vitals announced to the other two …show more content…
Instead, he left it parked outside the front door; a spot reserved for ambulances only. The four of us then jumped out of the car, slamming the doors behind us. We then ran through the doors marked “Emergency Room”. There we encountered the desk clerk who was a nasty witch and gave us the wrong directions to the emergency room where Carter was being held. As we were running through the halls we encountered a patrol of nurses wheeling a bed with a child-sized body in it. It was impossible to tell who was in the bed, because they had put a sheet over the face of the person. My father was so overwhelmed with fear that he lunged at the bed, ripping off the blanket, and revealing the face of my brother. Tears filled everyone eyes as the nurses announced that he had died on the helicopter ride. My parents dropped to their knees and threw their heads back crying. This was truly the worst day