Dad :: Personal Narrative Profile

Personal Narrative- Dad My brother and I were standing in a white room where people were franticly running around. I looked at this man being wheeled by lying on a blood soaked bed. His eyes were swelled shut and he was moaning in excruciating pain. I took a closer look and realized his skull was exposed. His scalp was completely off the side of his head. Tears started coming when I thought about(predicate) this poor mans family. How were the doctors going to tell his wife and kids what he looked like or even worse, he had died. I looked at my brother in horror and disbelief. He said in a dismayed voice, Jess, thats DadI was running around the gym and warming up for a game of capture the ball. A loud beeping noise sounded through the gym and I heard a sweet voice say, Please excuse Jessie Jones. My heart pumped as I jumped for joy. No P.E. today I got my bag and waited at the door for my mom. I was messing around with my friend, when Mrs. Ledger told me that my mom sounded very upset. I thought nothing of it and unplowed joking around. I walked outside and a woman from my Moms work was waiting to pick me up. I gave her a perplexed look as she said, Your Dad got in a wreck. At this point, the significance of the whole event still had not hit me.I met my Mom at City Market and she was hysterical. Seeing my take in her hysteria didnt affect me because, getting worked up easily was her routine. She told me that they had to Flight for Life my Dad to St. Marys Hospital. At that point, I knew the accident was serious. I tried to go for the apple-sized lump in my throat. We waited, for what seemed like an eternity, in the waiting room. I was anxious to see my Dad so I kept going in and petition when we could see him. They said when he was cleaned up they would come and get us. They brought out his clothes and his shoes were covered with a crimson color. My chest got heavy and I fought to breathe. My heart skipped a beat and my throat started to hurt. I was sucking back my tears.