Narrative Essay On A Scooter Accident

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September 21, 2010, the day that I had my scooter accident, is one of those days I will remember for the rest of my life. It was 9 pm on a warm late summer evening. I was driving my metallic-gray Piaggio through the old, narrow streets of Florence, when suddenly a big, black Land-Rover traveling in the opposite direction turned right in front of me, trying to reach the nearby gas station. I did not have enough time to brake, and I crashed in to the right side of the Land-Rover. Everything became black for couple of minutes, black as a moonless winter night. Despite almost six years have passed since that terrible evening, I can still remember the fear that I experienced. I can still feel the excruciating pain of my broken bones. I can recall …show more content…
When I woke up, I could only think that I was going to die. I have never felt so much fear in my life. I did not understand what was happening around me. There were a lot of people surrounding me, trying to talk to me and reassuring me that I was fine. I was dizzy and confused. My head was moving as a vortex, like I just got off a merry-go-round. I was disorientated, I could not understand if I was standing straight, if I was sitting, or I was lying over the street. I could not see well. I was trying to look at the houses and road signs around me, in order to understand where I was, but my sight was blurred. I could not breathe well because my nose was bleeding. There was blood all over my face. My nostrils were occluded by dried blood and my mouth and throat were swollen and full of saliva mixed with blood. I could not feel or move my right leg. I was trying to move it, to see if it still had sensitiveness, but my leg was lying “lifeless” at the far end of my lower body, bent abnormally. I thought I would lose it. My heart was beating rapidly and I was hyperventilating. I thought that I was living the last day of my life. I was …show more content…
I felt that I was outside of my body, far from that suburban street dimly lit. I was somewhere else between the Heaven and the Earth, as in a limbo. I felt that God was looking at me, and he was talking to me. He asked me if it was worth it to fight for my life. My answer was yes, I needed to stay alive, because my mother could not live without me. I needed to tell her how much I loved her at least one more time. My mom’s smiling face gave me all the power that I needed to get over those fearful moments. While people were talking to me, and while the paramedics were aiding me and loaded into the ambulance, I was explaining to God why I didn’t want my life to end that night. He listened to me and let me

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