Personal Narrative Essay: The Lasting Days Of My Life

“Alexis, your brother has been in a serious accident a little while ago, and we do not know if he is going to make it.” That was the first thing I heard when I answered my mothers phone call leaving work that night. I remember the night and conversations very clearly, because it was one of the most devastating days of my life. After the phone call all I can remember was bursting into tears and racing towards my car in the parking lot. I jumped in the car crying hysterically and sped off towards the hospital in New Orleans. I got to the hospital and spent what seemed like forever trying to find a place to park. Once I had found a place I set off to go find my mother and the rest of my family members who were also there waiting. As I was walking …show more content…
Once he finally found me he started to tell me what all was going on and where all of my family was while he was taking me to them. We walked through the emergency room to a private family waiting room where I was united with my mother, who I ran to and grabbed into a tight hug. Once we finished consoling each other she finally collected herself and told me what had happened. She told me they were driving on one of the backroads in Waggaman and they veered off and hit a big concrete pole and wrapped around it, severely injuring themselves and damaging the car. She also told me they almost had to amputate my brothers leg to get him out of the car. They would have had to had done this because metal that was stuck in his legs was trapping him in the car, but they managed to get him out after an hour and a half struggle. At this point this was all we knew, we did not know the conditions of either my brother or his father. From there, it was all a waiting game to find out how badly they were …show more content…
My mother and I were mainly worried about my brother, being that he is only twelve years old. We waited for about three hours with no word on where my brother was or how he was doing. After the endless wait, they came and got us and told us he was in the children’s ICU. We ran up to that floor as fast as we could only to be told that we still could not see him. After waiting another hour and a half, they came out to get me and my mother so we could go back and see him. When we walked into that room we were both overcome with tears, they were not only tears of sadness but they were tears of happiness too. The first thing I saw was my brother laid up in the bed, put into a deep sleep so he wouldn 't wake up while they were cleaning and assessing his wounds. He was laying there, with a big tube down his throat helping him breathe just in case he needed it. He would come into consciousness every now and then and get scared because he did not know where he was or what happened. We would sit there and calm him down when he would get scared. He was so lucky to be alive after this accident, and we were so lucky to still have him with