Back when I was living in San Antonio I was a big Arnold Schwartzenagger fan so one of my gifts from my mom was that she was going to take my sister and me to see Total Recall at the theatre. We didn’t get to go on my birthday because we were tired from the party and I wanted to play with all of my new toys. The next night we went out to see the movie. After the movie was over I remember walking back to the car and having to go back in to the theatre to go to the restroom. After that we stopped at a Mexican restaurant to pick up some dinner for my dad who had been working late. We were turning left on to Bandara Road when a car ran a red light and T-boned us.

The car hit our station wagon behind the right rear door where I was sitting. Some how I was projected through the window and sent rolling across the glass riddled pavement. I don’t remember much else after the initial sound of

My family obviously sued the people who hit our car and our case was won as soon as the judge took one look at me. They were ordered to pay all the medical expenses for everyone involved, and the judge ordered a trust fund to be set up for me which I wasn’t able to use until my eighteenth birthday. I was unsure exactly how much money was in the account at the time.

The money isn’t everything though after the accident I took on a new way of thinking. It was like I knew that there was a reason that I beat the odds. The doctor gave me a fifty fifty chance to live after the first night. I was lucky enough to survive and I cannot express how important everything I have in my life is. My so-called destiny may be unknown but I plan to do everything I can. Life would not be anything without experience and that has kind of been my motto after all this.

After spending around another month and a half in the hospital eating mostly Jell-O and rice pudding I was finally ready to come home! My liver had healed up and the rest of my body was getting there. When I got home all my friends and neighbors made a banner that said welcome home and they threw me a little party. When I got into bed that night I remember feeling relieved that all that pain was gone and I could finally get back to my normal life.

Things were very different in the general ward. Instead of a finger prick to test my white blood cell count it was a full tube of blood, I was not a big fan of this change. The size of the needle they used was terri

Some topics in this essay:
St Luke’s, Bandara Road, Total Recall, Eye Experience, Arnold Schwartzenagger, mom sister, wasn’t able, eighteenth birthday, intensive care, liver healed,