My sister, wrote a beautiful story about me, and I just had to share it. She is a blessing to the world, and I am so thankful she is mine. She retells the story of a very scary event in my life. Little did I know it affected her so much, too. Perspective is every thing. I have lost my sister. My best friend is gone. I am not going to have a sibling.” I jumped into my blue Ford Explorer car with my parents, and my dad raced off to the scene of the accident. With blurry vision from the tears in my eyes, I gazed out the window towards the street I have lived on my whole life, the trees zooming past me faster than usual, yet at the same time, feeling like the car was moving in slow motion. Feeling nauseated, I put my hands to my head, closed my eyes, and prayed to God. I remember asking God to keep my sister safe, to let her not be injured, and to help me be strong, and to be a rock for my family. In the next moment, the car came to a halt. I looked up and saw a familiar street. In fact, my parents and I were by Burbank High School. My parent’s jumped out of the car, and I slowly unbuckled my seat belt, scared for what was next. I stepped out of the car, and my jaw dropped, as I saw the remains of my sister’s car. The passenger side was normal, but the driver side was snafued. The driver’s door was off the car, and the front part of the car was smashed, with the windows broken. The smell of burnt steel in the foggy air hit my nostrils, making me choke. The blue Buick, which once belonged to my deceased grandparents, was shattered and I saw the other car across the way, hardly touched. The smoke in the air made my already tear-filled eyes burn. A crowd gathered and looked at the scene, with worried looks on their faces. Shards of glass laid on the floor in the middle of the intersection from my sister’s windshield. Part of my sister’s bumper was laying on the crosswalk as well. My heart began to beat faster, as my blood pressure rose. I remember the lugubrious feelings that entered me. I was in lamentation, as I began to search for my sister. Everyone looked the same through my blurry vision. I heard the sirens of the ambulance and the fire truck as they made their way to the accident. The worst possible scene ran through my mind. Finally, as I looked around, I found my parents sitting on the curb, my mom with tears in her eyes, with my sister in their arms. I ran past the crowd and embraced my sister. Her tears ran down her pale face, into my hair. As I hugged my sister, I thanked God for letting me hold her in my arms, and for her safety. My sister, was alive and safe, and that was all that mattered to me. I will never forget that luminous phone call and the sound of my mom’s voice skaing while saying, “Are you okay? Stop, take a deep breath. Are you injured? Kaylee, I cannot understand you. Where are you? We will be there soon. ” My mom put down the phone and abruptly looked at me as she grabbed her car keys and said, “Your sister was in a car crash. Let’s go.” The moment I heard that, I felt my heart stop. Tears rolled out of my eyes and I began to bawl. I ran out the door, holding my stomach in my hands, feeling like I was going to collapse. The feeling of being lost and in despair changed my life. From that moment on, I have always looked at my sister differently. I was so thankful that my sister was safe, only with a sore and hurt back, and bruised legs. The one mistake at the intersection almost ended my sister’s life. I now look at my sister as more of an unbelievable blessing. In the time of forlornness, I could only picture what my life would be like without my sister. I would have no one to laugh with, and completely understand me. My life would be boring without my sister. I just pictured the sorrow that would forever be in my life. Furthermore, this event made me mature incredibly. I now realize I need to learn to appreciate people more entirely. The car crash was truly a blessing in disguise. From that day forward, my sister and I have had a closer relationship entirely. The quote by, Ami Li, rings true in my heart and mind: “Having a sister is like having a best friend you cant get rid of. You know whatever you do, theyll still be there.” Before the accident, I thought my sister would always be there. However, I realized a life can be taken in the blink of an eye. This horrible incident helped me understand to treasure every moment, and to always appreciate the moments I have with my sister, and with every person on God’s earth. I pray to never again see glass in the middle of the street, or to not know if I will get to laugh and be with my sister again. It is moments like those I will treasure, and the memories we make will be cherished. The unexpected phone call was a life changer, for my family and I, and it is a call I hope to never receive again.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 14:31:21 +0000
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