Personal Narrative: How My Family Changed My Life

My dad died when I was eleven, and that is when my perspective changed. I was asked to leave school early that day on February 15th, 2009. At first, I thought I was finally going to meet the one and only Michael Phelps, since he was in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia for a visit. I was wrong. I was taken to the hospital where both of my parents worked, and didn’t find out about the news until I arrived. To this day, I don’t know the proper story of his death, other than that my dad and my pregnant mom got into a car accident on their way to work. I wasn’t sure on how to handle losing one of the closest people to me at only the age of eleven. The best thing I could do was cry, and so I did. I cried and cried for months, and I still cry every now and then. However, I was told it’s part of life, and we must continue to move forward. …show more content…
On the other hand, before the accident, I was a young girl who honestly had no clue on what was going on. I was simply living life day by day, thinking I would never grow up, and had no worry in the world. Since the mishap, I’ve changed drastically as a person. Yes, I’ve grown and matured, but that’s not all. My dad’s death showed me how life can be taken from anyone within a blink of an eye. Because of this, his death urged me to stop taking life by granted, and enjoy each day and person that is given to me. Furthermore, no one can stop the nature of death, but sometimes we can. My dad’s death not only transformed me, but also changed my aspirations in life. The worst type of pain is losing someone, and because of my dad, I want to stop death. I want to help people, whether they are slightly or terribly injured, or partially or severely