You’re Gunna Be Okay
“You’re gunna be okay” My grandmother said as I was panicking over the chaos which had just ensued. I could not feel anything because my adrenaline was off the charts, but I knew it was bad just by my view from the porch. I looked at my feet and saw one shoe only on my left foot. I looked at everyone surrounding me, I heard screaming. Terrifying moments like this can leave a lasting impact on a person. This single day has scarred me for life.
This scarring incident left somewhere around 30 people injured and 2 killed. That is a low but serious number. What leaves a scar on most people? Divorce? Car Accidents? Illness? These are all common situations. 50% of children in North America have to deal with divorce. A staggering …show more content…
The weather was nice, sunny but not super-hot, no humidity, some wind but not bad. It was a great day for going to Bellevue, waking up and getting ready for a day on the river, candy, and fireworks Except for the fact that I did not want to go to the parade. This was awfully out of character for me, being a candy loving 5th grader. I was begging my mom to not go to the parade, but when I got to my grandma’s friend’s house in Bellevue I turned to my normal self, eager to collect suckers, tootsie rolls, and sweetarts from the people walking the parade. My brother and I fought over who would get the best candy from each other, as we always did. I was sitting next to my brother on the curb nearing the end of the parade, with a large bag of candy, when I could hear not so distant screams to the left of me. As I turned to look what was happening, It hit me. It hit me like a brick wall flying a hundred miles per-hour. As quick as it happened, I got up just as fast, not feeling a thing running up to porch knowing I was hurt but not feeling it. I did not know disorientation until this happened. I could not tell who I was. I felt like a ghost, no body, no thoughts, no legs. Floating. “You’re gunna be okay.” My grandma told me as everyone was panicking. My grandma is an EMT, and she could tell there was no signs of broken bones, but we needed to go to the hospital anyways. At the hospital there were numerous patients and calls even though the hospital is half an hour from the incident. In the hospital the doctor was nice and although I was hurt pretty bad, the X-Rays showed nothing was broken. The runaway carriage, bouncing up and down, racing the parade path trampled over my buttocks and behind my knee, the carriage ran over my ankle, and my chin hit the curb. The doctor requested I wear a wrap around my leg the rest of the summer. After the hospital, everyone went back to my Grandma’s house to relax. The doctor told me to shower,
“You’re gunna be okay” My grandmother said as I was panicking over the chaos which had just ensued. I could not feel anything because my adrenaline was off the charts, but I knew it was bad just by my view from the porch. I looked at my feet and saw one shoe only on my left foot. I looked at everyone surrounding me, I heard screaming. Terrifying moments like this can leave a lasting impact on a person. This single day has scarred me for life.
This scarring incident left somewhere around 30 people injured and 2 killed. That is a low but serious number. What leaves a scar on most people? Divorce? Car Accidents? Illness? These are all common situations. 50% of children in North America have to deal with divorce. A staggering …show more content…
The weather was nice, sunny but not super-hot, no humidity, some wind but not bad. It was a great day for going to Bellevue, waking up and getting ready for a day on the river, candy, and fireworks Except for the fact that I did not want to go to the parade. This was awfully out of character for me, being a candy loving 5th grader. I was begging my mom to not go to the parade, but when I got to my grandma’s friend’s house in Bellevue I turned to my normal self, eager to collect suckers, tootsie rolls, and sweetarts from the people walking the parade. My brother and I fought over who would get the best candy from each other, as we always did. I was sitting next to my brother on the curb nearing the end of the parade, with a large bag of candy, when I could hear not so distant screams to the left of me. As I turned to look what was happening, It hit me. It hit me like a brick wall flying a hundred miles per-hour. As quick as it happened, I got up just as fast, not feeling a thing running up to porch knowing I was hurt but not feeling it. I did not know disorientation until this happened. I could not tell who I was. I felt like a ghost, no body, no thoughts, no legs. Floating. “You’re gunna be okay.” My grandma told me as everyone was panicking. My grandma is an EMT, and she could tell there was no signs of broken bones, but we needed to go to the hospital anyways. At the hospital there were numerous patients and calls even though the hospital is half an hour from the incident. In the hospital the doctor was nice and although I was hurt pretty bad, the X-Rays showed nothing was broken. The runaway carriage, bouncing up and down, racing the parade path trampled over my buttocks and behind my knee, the carriage ran over my ankle, and my chin hit the curb. The doctor requested I wear a wrap around my leg the rest of the summer. After the hospital, everyone went back to my Grandma’s house to relax. The doctor told me to shower,