September 14, 2008
Fear Shining Through My Rose Window
It was an unusual sunny and warm day outside for November. I remember sitting in Phillips Chapel waiting to hear the usual echoing voice say “6” over the microphone. The beautiful rose window let the sun shine through it like there were no troubles in the world. I sure didn’t know I would be facing my biggest fear that day. I had just finished my last test of the day and was very excited for the weekend.
The familiar black 4 runner and face pulled up in front of the chapel while the usual number was being called. This time it had much more meaning than it usually does. The number “6” not only made me come to realize it was the weekend and time to go home but it reminded me of my excitement for my plans that evening. My sister and I sat in the car and took a nap while waiting to reach our destination, the Brennans. (Our family friends) Waking up wasn’t particularly hard when my mom told us that we were almost there. My eyes glanced over as we crossed the intersection of Friendly and Westridge and saw a white truck heading right towards the car. My throat dried and tightened up, my eyes feeling like they had just been dilated. I knew exactly what was about to happen and there wasn’t a thing in the world to do but scream! Looking right back over to mom and sister giving them the “I love you” look and quickly sealed my eyes shut, thinking they were never going to open again.
Waking up was the worst thing ever. The car was tumbling and tumbling while my cereal bowl from that morning was dripping milk all over my head. The car made a rattling noise and came to a complete stop, back on all fours. The trembling in my body was so forceful, nothing could come out of my mouth but screams of pain. I reached down for my leg and felt its size expeditiously increasing. The pain was so severe it felt like somebody had just stabbed me...