personal narrative
i'll feel completely inadequate about my life in 2 weeks or so but here's the rough draft:
Fate. In the dictionary this word is defined as, “that which is inevitably predetermined; destiny”. All of my life, I have listened to the debate between free-will versus fate. I, personally, believe that there is such a thing as fate. Good, band, and even unimaginable things happen everyday. You cannot prepare for these events nor stop them. As sensible humans, we have to deal with these changes as best we can. Every action has a purpose in the course of each person’s life and will occur as it should. Last summer, the course of my life was substantially altered by a simple twist of fate.
Last summer, my best friend Ryan and I were coming home from a concert one evening. It had been a thoroughly exhausting trip and Ryan and I were both very tired. I began to feel drowsy and asked Ryan to drive the rest of the way home for me. When we were only ten minutes away from home, my friend fell asleep at the wheel. Our vehicle collided with a semi-truck on the highway. Ryan was thrown from the windshield of the car and suffered major injuries. I remained in my seat and only obtained relatively minor injuries. In a single moment, my life was completely changed.
That whole day is a complete blur to me. The first thing I recall is waking up in the Emergency Room of a hospital. Multiple people were trying to explain the magnitude of the accident to me. The nurses informed me that Ryan had lost vast amounts of blood and would most likely have his left leg amputated. This story, however, is not one that demands pity or remorse. My parents have taught me to never take anyone or anything for granted, no matter how insignificant it may seem. I spent most of my life trying to acknowledge the appreciation and love I felt for those close to me. Ironically, it still took nearly losing my best friend to realize how precious life is.
Soon thereafter, I went through many emotions ranging from anger, confusion, and guilt. My mind was filled with many questions as to why such a horrible thing would happen to me. I discovered that is a very exhausting task trying to analyze a question that has no answer. Life is but too short to concentrate on the unfortunate events that we are faced with. As time progressed, I realized that in bleak darkness could come a glimmer of light. At first I was not able to see that things would be all right, but now I am starting to appreciate even the worst experiences that life might throw your way. The doctors decided not to amputate Ryan’s leg, instead he is learning to walk again. Even in the darkest of times, I cling to the belief that life is not merely a series of accidents or coincidences. But rather, it is an array of events that conclude in a flawless, sublime plan known as fate.
Fate. In the dictionary this word is defined as, “that which is inevitably predetermined; destiny”. All of my life, I have listened to the debate between free-will versus fate. I, personally, believe that there is such a thing as fate. Good, band, and even unimaginable things happen everyday. You cannot prepare for these events nor stop them. As sensible humans, we have to deal with these changes as best we can. Every action has a purpose in the course of each person’s life and will occur as it should. Last summer, the course of my life was substantially altered by a simple twist of fate.
Last summer, my best friend Ryan and I were coming home from a concert one evening. It had been a thoroughly exhausting trip and Ryan and I were both very tired. I began to feel drowsy and asked Ryan to drive the rest of the way home for me. When we were only ten minutes away from home, my friend fell asleep at the wheel. Our vehicle collided with a semi-truck on the highway. Ryan was thrown from the windshield of the car and suffered major injuries. I remained in my seat and only obtained relatively minor injuries. In a single moment, my life was completely changed.
That whole day is a complete blur to me. The first thing I recall is waking up in the Emergency Room of a hospital. Multiple people were trying to explain the magnitude of the accident to me. The nurses informed me that Ryan had lost vast amounts of blood and would most likely have his left leg amputated. This story, however, is not one that demands pity or remorse. My parents have taught me to never take anyone or anything for granted, no matter how insignificant it may seem. I spent most of my life trying to acknowledge the appreciation and love I felt for those close to me. Ironically, it still took nearly losing my best friend to realize how precious life is.
Soon thereafter, I went through many emotions ranging from anger, confusion, and guilt. My mind was filled with many questions as to why such a horrible thing would happen to me. I discovered that is a very exhausting task trying to analyze a question that has no answer. Life is but too short to concentrate on the unfortunate events that we are faced with. As time progressed, I realized that in bleak darkness could come a glimmer of light. At first I was not able to see that things would be all right, but now I am starting to appreciate even the worst experiences that life might throw your way. The doctors decided not to amputate Ryan’s leg, instead he is learning to walk again. Even in the darkest of times, I cling to the belief that life is not merely a series of accidents or coincidences. But rather, it is an array of events that conclude in a flawless, sublime plan known as fate.