Precious Life
Life itself is a beautiful thing to experience. Being able to wake up to the first rays of sunshine through my window in my warm silken bed sheet is a privilege of life. However, death is also a lurking plague that surrounds us, ready to snatch away our most precious possession. I experienced a tragic car accident that changed my perspective of life. As we grow up we undergo many lessons that leave a long-lasting impression for the better or the worse.
Being eighteen means that you’ve reached the age of “maturity”, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that you know it all. Well, around the end of April I was given the option to purchase my mother’s old car to help me out with transportation for both work and school, which I was planning to attend right after my high school graduation. Though I didn’t have the money at the time, I worked my summer job to save up little by little and make small payments for the car and also for my education. I was able to use the car when I needed it to go somewhere quick or if there was no one to take me to work. Because I had my drivers license already and I was only I could payments away from the car being mine I wasn’t really paying attention to being careful while driving. I would answer a couple texts here and there, make a phone call, put some music, browse through my Instagram, etc. Now that I think about it, I wasn’t thinking of the risks I was putting my life in simply because it wasn’t that big of a deal to me back then.
In late May of last year, 2018, I experienced a traumatizing event that left a scar in my life. It was around eight a.m. in the morning when I began to smell the sizzling bacon cook in the navy-blue pan that my mom has used for years. I could hear her say “ya esta el desayuno” through the thick walls between my room and living room that lead to the kitchen. As I made my way up to the kitchen, I could see she had also made sunny side up eggs and pancakes. She was watching the world wake up in our Sharp Aquos sitting on top of the half peeled wooden media stand. I sat down and ate the freshly made food, enjoying every last bite. I still had a good three hours till I had to get ready for work. She was preparing a surprise party for my sister that evening and had gotten up early to make the house look extra spotless and seamle...
