Accidents

Aylin
Gonzalez

March
29,2020

Accidents

We
hear the stories all the time. About how unexpectedly everything can
change in a blink of an eye. Yet we never imagine for it to happen to
oneself until one experiences it. I remember that midnight evening
vividly driving along in the backseat. Seated beside me on my left
was my younger sister. My father, of course, was in the driver seat,
my mother was in the passenger. We were coming from the movie
theater. We were laughing among ourselves while I stared out the
window, glancing up towards the twilight sky. We were minutes away
from reaching home, but next thing I knew, the twilight stars
disappeared from my vision. In a matter of seconds, I felt a force
hit the left side of the car, causing our vehicle to swirl. I did not
remember much once we got hit, only the picture of my father
attempting to control the wheel as the sound of burning rubber ran to
my ears, my surrounding blur like a ride at the fair. The car came to
a stop, yet I knew everyone’s heart was beating out of their chest.
We were shocked as silence took over the vehicle, and we all sat
there for a couple of seconds. Until I opened the door gasping for
air, I quickly looked behind, seeing if my sister was okay. We all
were alright, thankfully.

Everything
I pass the spot where it all happens, my mind runs back to the driver
course I took a year back. I always wondered how careless people
could be behind the wheel. Yet I remember getting into the driver’s
seat in my car for the first time and seeing my father in the
passenger seat. I have an overwhelming feeling knowing that I will
soon learn how to drive a vehicle. But I was careless. Having
forgotten how sensitive a peddle was and stepped on it, causing the
car to dash. I heard my father yell stop, and I slam my foot on the
brake slamming the car to a halt. I looked over my shoulder, seeing
my father looking forward, he turned towards me and ordered me to go
in reverse. Shaken, I obeyed and did not learn the first time the car
dashed backward, almost hitting the fence as I quickly slammed the
break. Lost in breath, I looked over to my father and saw him with
the same expression from the accident. That was when I understood the
importance of driving.

I
passed my driving test on the first attempt. But occasionally, I
drift back to the number of deaths I was informed from my driver’s
course and still can not believe the numbers. But I think of my
experiences and how sadly those have made me be a safer driver. I
realize the only way to reduce the number of deaths related to
driving is if one by having no cell phones in sight; once the vehicle
moves, cell phones are off. Of course, if there is an emergency, the
vehicle will alert you leaving you no choice but to leave the highway
parking your vehicle, and only then you may answer. But this can be a
mode only in play if alone the owner of the car allows it. Regardless
of technology inventions, it does not change the fact of reckless
individuals. We must inform the public. Therefore, drivers ed
is a crucial concept. My family and I understand the pain of an
accident. Does everyone have a license known as well?