Elongated days and warm weather would soon come to an abrupt end. Chelsea and I decided to take advantage of this seemingly perfect day and ride my brand new, bright orange all terrain vehicle around the many acres of land of which my backyard was composed. In all the days of my life, I found nothing more exhilarating than feeling the fresh breeze blow quickly across my face while laughing hysterically with my best friend. As we approached my favorite land ramp, I sped up faster than a fireman rushing to a burning building. But I must have been driving too fast because I lost control of the machine, and the 4-wheeler betrayed my trust and flipped us ruthlessly into the lake. The extreme weight of the 4-wheeler caused me to sink immediately. Chelsea tried to help me escape, but I was stuck between the 4-wheeler and the coffee-colored mud on the bottom of the lake. I started to panic. It became very obvious to me that I might not be able to escape the deadly combination of the 4-wheeler that kept pushing me further down into the earth and the dirty water which would soon fill my lungs. I was dizzy. I needed air, and the grainy mud swirling around me was starting to burn my eyes. "Please help me!" I silently prayed. That was the last thing I remember, thus beginning my long lucid dream that medical experts refer to as a coma. I woke up four weeks later. Doctors in long white coats patiently explained to me that I had been underwater between ten to fifteen minutes, but I didn't understand. I recognized my mother in the room with me, and there were a lot of teenagers with her. I didn't know any of them, but they seemed to know who I was. Two days later, my body began battling against me. I suffered an intensive stroke that left me completely brain dead. My parents made the executive decision that day to kill the machines pumping life into my body. My name is Emily Downey, and I died thirty-four days after I drowned in the lake behind my house on that seemingly perfect day.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
This essay assignment introduced me to the significance of details.
Elongated days and warm weather would soon come to an abrupt end. Chelsea and I decided to take advantage of this seemingly perfect day and ride my brand new, bright orange all terrain vehicle around the many acres of land of which my backyard was composed. In all the days of my life, I found nothing more exhilarating than feeling the fresh breeze blow quickly across my face while laughing hysterically with my best friend. As we approached my favorite land ramp, I sped up faster than a fireman rushing to a burning building. But I must have been driving too fast because I lost control of the machine, and the 4-wheeler betrayed my trust and flipped us ruthlessly into the lake. The extreme weight of the 4-wheeler caused me to sink immediately. Chelsea tried to help me escape, but I was stuck between the 4-wheeler and the coffee-colored mud on the bottom of the lake. I started to panic. It became very obvious to me that I might not be able to escape the deadly combination of the 4-wheeler that kept pushing me further down into the earth and the dirty water which would soon fill my lungs. I was dizzy. I needed air, and the grainy mud swirling around me was starting to burn my eyes. "Please help me!" I silently prayed. That was the last thing I remember, thus beginning my long lucid dream that medical experts refer to as a coma. I woke up four weeks later. Doctors in long white coats patiently explained to me that I had been underwater between ten to fifteen minutes, but I didn't understand. I recognized my mother in the room with me, and there were a lot of teenagers with her. I didn't know any of them, but they seemed to know who I was. Two days later, my body began battling against me. I suffered an intensive stroke that left me completely brain dead. My parents made the executive decision that day to kill the machines pumping life into my body. My name is Emily Downey, and I died thirty-four days after I drowned in the lake behind my house on that seemingly perfect day.
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