Personal Narrative: Petrifying Drive Home

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July 30th 2011 my life changed forever. It seemed like a normal day. Swimming with the family, packing the car, and heading on our journey home from Leech Lake. What should have been a three and a half hour drive home turned into a night in the hospital, a petrifying drive home, and absent mindedness for weeks. We were stopped. A police car was on the right lane due to a another vehicle’s flat tire. I was asleep. Suddenly, there was a bang. My mother's instinct was to turn the wheel to prevent our car hitting the one in front of us. Then, I am told our vehicle landed about two feet from a railroad track. The doors were jammed, the windows were shattered, and skin was torn. The crash came from a man who had just gotten out of jail, was texting,

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