I have honestly had a pretty easy life. By no means was everything I ever wanted handed to me. However I did live in a suburban neighborhood in Austin Texas which made my life pretty easy and definitely not life threatening. With that being said I had never quite thought about how important language can be until until September 18th, 2010. My great grandfather had a stroke in his shower and luckily survived. The only catch to his survival was that the right side of his body was paralyzed.
Most people would not think too much about a great grandparent passing away because it is a little bit expected to die at the age of ninety four, but none the less it crushed me. As a young thirteen year old I had never truly experienced a death of a loved one. My life had always been pretty easy until the day I heard of this tragic accident. My life went great to terrible just by hearing a tiny bit of news. Those words changed my life entirely. Until this point I was always a person of action, not realizing that a few simple words could have …show more content…
I passed out for another five hours, I woke up in a random rural town in west Texas. It was great, my mind had gone blank from the horrible tragedy that had sent me on this long drive across the lone star state. Everything was at peace until my Dad said “I can’t believe this day has finally come.” I sat silently in the passenger seat staring at the long open road until my Dad said again “isn’t it crazy how powerful words are?” In my sorrow I replied in a hollow voice “yes.” The rest of the drive was filled with awkward silence as I truly thought about how impactful words really are. Not just words but really langauge as a whole. Sadly I didn 't realize that until I was 13. We kept on driving in silence for a few more hours. As soon as we had arrived in Midland we drove straight to the
Most people would not think too much about a great grandparent passing away because it is a little bit expected to die at the age of ninety four, but none the less it crushed me. As a young thirteen year old I had never truly experienced a death of a loved one. My life had always been pretty easy until the day I heard of this tragic accident. My life went great to terrible just by hearing a tiny bit of news. Those words changed my life entirely. Until this point I was always a person of action, not realizing that a few simple words could have …show more content…
I passed out for another five hours, I woke up in a random rural town in west Texas. It was great, my mind had gone blank from the horrible tragedy that had sent me on this long drive across the lone star state. Everything was at peace until my Dad said “I can’t believe this day has finally come.” I sat silently in the passenger seat staring at the long open road until my Dad said again “isn’t it crazy how powerful words are?” In my sorrow I replied in a hollow voice “yes.” The rest of the drive was filled with awkward silence as I truly thought about how impactful words really are. Not just words but really langauge as a whole. Sadly I didn 't realize that until I was 13. We kept on driving in silence for a few more hours. As soon as we had arrived in Midland we drove straight to the