Wreck My Heart.

One sunny Sunday morning I was driving my family to church in our old worn-down minivan. I'll have to admit that It's not my first pick of transportation. Sometimes its an embarrassment to be seen in. I stopped at a stop light, lost, needing to ask for direction. There was no one in sight. The road signs passed, and the compass spun. Every turn I took would lead us right back where we had started. Every piece of input given would cause more chaos and confusion. Yield signs, green lights, yellow lights, red lights, pot holes, helpless pedestrians, incorrect GPS's, nothing seemed to help. Arguments turned to yelling. I heard them screaming "turn!" or "you're going the wrong way!". No matter what I did it wasn't right. I began to swerve out of the way of pedestrians. I began to turn the wrong way on purpose. The more overwhelmed I got, the faster I started driving. I started being careless. We were driving in circles by now. I was dodging cars. I was running red lights. I turned up the radio to drown out the sound of other's opinions. I wanted to do things my way. I swerved in and out of oncoming traffic. Every time I tried to do things my way all I could do was look in the review mirror.  I looked in my side mirror, almost colliding with a bicyclist. The more chaotic it got, the more I would look behind me. I looked back not knowing where to go. Reluctantly, I decided to finally fix my eyes back on the road. Everything turned to slow motion, and before I knew what had happened we were being hit by a dump truck, head on. Heads flew, the car jolted, and smashed, and twisted, and rolled. As the sound of screeching tires, and screams kept playing over in my head. Memories, thoughts, and emotions came over my body. Life was flashing before my eyes. This was a moment I never thought would happen to me. Then it stopped. Everything stopped. 
 

I felt so much pain. My head, my heart. I struggled to open my eyes. They finally managed to open just enough for the sunlight to pour in. When my blurred vision finally came into focus I spun in a circle slowly glancing at my surroundings one by one. Trying to comprehend everything that was going on. Things were still playing in slow motion. It didn't seem so sunny anymore. I saw the medics. I saw the ambulance. I saw the totaled van twisted, and broken in a ditch, and covered by the trash from the dump truck. I saw my family. I saw the pain in my Mother's eyes as she wept. I had never seen her in so much pain. She was yelling words that I could not make out. She looked completely distressed as she held my youngest sister as tightly as she could. My sister was covered in cuts and bruises, and I could clearly see a bone in her arm that was out of place. Her small body was shaking. She was filled with fear. She tried her best to comfort my Mother despite the enormous amount of pain that she was feeling. She kept closing her eyes to try and rid herself of the physical pain and the emotional exhaustion, but nothing could delete this from her mind. It made me wince. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. My middle sister was reaching out in desperation for something that I could not see. She slowly crouched down, and backed away. She was screaming, and weeping. Blood ran down her face and started to stain her bright blonde hair. I will never forget the helpless look on my Dad's face as shock filled his body. He was strong enough that the wreck had not hurt him as it did the others, but it affected him more emotionally. He wanted to help, but there was nothing that he could do. It wasn't until this point that I realized that they were all gathered around a body on a stretcher. The medics were surrounding the body, so I could not get a clear glance of who it was. As they lifted the stretcher into the ambulance I saw my face. My body. How could this be? I was having an out of body experience. I was watching all of this happen from a by stander's perspective. I could see the pain that I was in. I could hear the medics yelling "She isn't breathing!". I could see, and hear everything going on around me, but I couldn't move. My body was still. I wasn't breathing. I tried to scream.. Nothing. My family knew that they had to let me go, and they watched and prayed as I was driven away in an ambulance.Things were moving in faster motion now. I could hear the sirens. That was the last thing that I heard for awhile. 
 

I was back in my body. I could hear doctors talking. I could feel myself hooked up to machines. I tried with all my might to open my eyes. They wouldn't open. A breathing mask was placed over my mouth. I tried to scream. I couldn't. I felt dead inside. Dread, and fear filled my body. I was in a coma. The blood in my body was unable to rush to my heart. Where was I? Where was my family? 
 

I was instantly filled with terror as the thought of the pain that I had just caused my family invaded my mind. I needed to wake up from this nightmare. I could not cry out, but I started to scream from the bottom of my heart. "Awake my Soul! Awake my Soul! Please God! Awake my Soul!" At that very moment I felt a painful shock in my chest. The worst pain that I had ever experience. But a pain that I knew would change me forever. I could feel my toes. I could feel blood rushing from my toes throughout my body. I felt it rush rapidly to my heart. When it hit my heart I gasped for air. My eyes popped open. I was alive. The doctors had used a defibrillator on  my heart. I would never be the same. 
 

I was given strict instruction by the doctors. I was told how to live healthier. As I walked out of the hospital I felt rejuvenated. I felt the warm sun shining on my face. I felt a new spirit inside me. Everything sounded better. The air smelled sweeter. Cars drove by as I called for a taxi. After about four passed by, one stopped in front of me. I had a good feeling about this one. The sweet old man with a beard that was driving the taxi got out, smiled in my direction, and opened the door for me. I struggled to get in due to lack of space. I looked around and eight beautiful women were in the taxi with me. As we drove off the license plate read "Nueva Vida".

This is just a fictional short story, with huge significance.