Creative Story: The Ride :: essays research papers

Creative Story The RideIt was a beautiful day and definitely not forewarning of the eventsthat would change my liveliness. The warm Las Vegas sun was shining brightlyin the blue and cloudless sky. A light breeze cooled the warm air on the button enoughto stop the body from sweating. The breeze was clean and crisp that blew alongwith the scent of a spring day. The only noise was the roar of the engine as Itwisted the throttle and accelerated through the twisted roads near my home. Aseverything raced by me, I felt a rush of adrenaline, thus the fateful turnapproached. I had taken the turn a hundred epochs before but today it wouldchange my life. Around the turn would be my motorcycle accident that wouldcause me to take life much more seriously.     Before the accident my lifestyle was very fast paced. I spent someall of my time with my friends going out to parties every night. My life was incontrol without any abusive habits, it was secure fast paced and fun times withfriends. neer being at home added to an already stressful family environment.My high school education suffered from too much fun and too little studying. Myfather make being at home a very uneasy feeling, making me want to stay awayeven more. He never took any time to help me with school, car or money. Ialways had to work to earn everything, the only thing I wasnt paying for wasrent. In turn I precious little to do with my father, stepmother or brother,never contributing or helping out. I even stopped going with them on vacations.The feelings I had were that I just wanted to be alone by myself, independent.     For four months after the accident I was unable to do anything that Ihad previously done in the sane routine of my life. With a full leg and handcast I spent almost all my time during the four months recovering on the throw awayin the living room. I finished my junior year of high school at my bedroom desk.During this period I developed a pot belly of patience from the slow healing processof my bones. I also spent a great deal of time thinking, assessing, andcontemplating my life and my future. Some of my thoughts were "What was Idoing with my life?", "Where was I headed?", "What was in my future for myself?","What did I want to do with my life?", "How my family life was affecting me?