Personal Narrative "The Truth Does Hurt'
I can remember when everything in my life was easy. I cared only about having a good time and being with my friends. I went through junior high and most of high school not caring. As long as I passed, it was fine with me. Then three quarters through eleventh grade everything changed. One day when I was hanging out at a friend’s house, we all decided we needed food. We left my friend’s house and headed towards the convenience store… Five days later I awoke in the hospital. I had no clue why I was there, or how I arrived there. I couldn’t and still can’t remember that one-week of my life. A couple days after I awoke, I found out I was in an automobile accident and had been flown by helicopter to a Boston hospital. After that I just kept thinking to myself, “Thank God no one else was seriously hurt; everything will be ok.” After another five days I found out that I wasn’t the only one that was hurt. One of my friends was in my car as well, and he is now no longer with us.
Hearing my parents and my doctor tell me the truth about what happened literally destroyed me. My friend Danny, whom I cared for and had been through so much with, is now no longer in my life. I couldn’t imagine it. I still can’t imagine it. I know it happened, but I can’t let him go. He was a friend that I told everything to, and the one person I felt really comfortable talking to. The moment I heard about my friend’s passing, it changed my whole life. I was in critical condition and intensive care; the doctors told my parents I might not live another day. I still won’t ever be able to understand how badly I was hurt, or truly understand how my life was nearly over. But now hearing and knowing that my friend is now gone forever, puts everything into perspective. I was in a situation I thought I would never have to deal with and I hope to God that no one else has to go through.
I made many mistakes and created many problems in my life; between school and home life I was sometimes a complete wreck. But every other mistake I made, I was able to at least try to fix. However this was one mistake neither I nor anyone else could ever fix… I took the life of a great friend of mine, and a son to a loving family… This one mistake that I could have easily not fallen into has now changed my whole life. Soon I will be in college then hopefully off to find a job. Since my license was taken away for ten years, I’m no longer able to drive, which forces me to work in a city environment. From day one I wanted to live in a nice rural town, but I messed up. Many of my dreams can no longer be granted. For the rest of my school career I have to rely on others and will not be able to get anywhere on my own. I have to ask my parents to drive me to school, it doesn’t seem bad to some, but knowing that this is how I have to live my life for a long period of time really irritates me. Every time I ask for a ride, I get reminded of how I arrived in that situation, I made the worst mistake in my life.
I know it's no one else’s fault but my own, and I know I’m not the only one suffering and feeling pain, but I will never be able to regain what I now miss. This is the first time I have really come to appreciate my freedom. To this day the only excuse I have is that I wasn’t thinking, and that’s not an excuse at all. Every situation I’m in I now really have to think things through before I take action, because horrible things do happen. But I was a teenager that thought exactly the same as every other teenager: ‘I’m having the time of my life, what could ever happen to me?!’ Now I'm faced with the truth and realization that I no longer have a car, nor a license, other parents look down on me, I have no freedom, I have gone through a court process that no teenager should ever have to go through, and worst of all… I can never see the one person that really mattered… my friend whom I will never and can’t ever forget. I hope that he somehow knows how sorry I am, he will always be with me.
My narrative: This is something that I have written about before. I feel very comfortable writing and talking about it, its a way for me to try and deal with what happened. I think this is one of my favorite pieces, and probally my most emotional paper. I really put a lot of time and thought into this paper, and deffenitly captued how I felt and feel. Since this was a huge event in my life, it's much easier for me to write about. I have a more of a photographic memory, I find that i can see events in my head which usualy makes it easier for me to write about. When writing about something made up, I always seem to lose track of whats happening, and my stories just never come out right. This is a paper that I am proud to write, it's also a paper that I feel shows how I really do feel on the inside, which is hard for me to usaully show.
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