Personal Narrative: A Family Road Trip

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My hands gripped the steering wheel, and began to tremble. The humming of my tires came to a complete halt. Hesitant, I glanced out the rain speckled mirror. . Few, I thought as I watched a cat scurry up the dull green embankment, leading way to a small housing development. That was a close call. I had just woke to the sun breaking through the deep morning fog, rays from the sun fell slanted through the evenly distributed bedroom windows, leaving a refreshing feeling of peace. Ahhhh, I thought, what a beautiful start to the day, and the perfect day for a family road trip. ( need to add a paragraph about packing up the car etc, and our drive to Boston here ) Shortly after checking into the hotel in Boston, I received a tex from my neighbor Mike. “Hey, did you know that you hit my fathers cat this morning? I just rushed her to the veterinarian clinic in Williston. They said she 'll live, but she 's in bad shape. After a quick examination, the veterinarian said she has a broken jaw and a perforated eye. They will be running more test in the meantime. Accidents happen, and no one is upset with you. My father wanted me to reach out to you so you knew what had happened. I could feel my heart beating down into the pit of my stomach like a runaway train trying to gain speed on a rickety track. I thought, how could this be possible, I saw her running away. My mind revisited the incident a dozen times, and with each vision came a feeling of self blame. The more I though about it, the more my emotions became mixed between pain and sorrow. I began to feel sick. It felt like my heart was sagging down into an empty pit of darkness and my head grew tired as though there was a heavy bag of rocks placed around my neck. A sudden feeling of weakness overcame my body, as I dropped my luggage on the hotel room floor. The carpet cushioned the soles of my feet as I walked over to the chaise that over looked the river views. I could feel my pulse under the grip of my hand while I held the phone. Trying to gather my thoughts, I knew I needed to respond back to Mike. As I sat in the chaise, I began my message to Mike. …show more content…
Mike, I am so sorry that I ran over your fathers cat. I stopped. My thoughts overtook my mind, and my hand stop typing. I had so much to say and didn 't know how to say it, let alone send a condolence through a tex message. I closed my eyes and thought back to the movie we watched in my english composition class, Finding Forester. Suddenly, I recalled a quote from the film that reassured me I can do this. “No thinking – that comes later. You must write your first draft with your heart. You rewrite with your head. The first key to writing is... to write, not think! (Sean Connery) My thoughts became clearer. I picked up my phone and began to type. Mike, words can not even express the heartache this has caused me, I am so sorry. Your fathers cat ran out in front of me, it all happened so fast. When I looked back in my side view mirror, I saw her running up the road and onto the small hill towards your house. After I pulled in my driveway Caleb and I went looking for her. Unfortunately we couldn 't find her. I assumed that she was scared and hiding. If there is anything I can do for your father or you, please don 't hesitate to ask. After I sent the tex to Mike, I didn 't say much. The incident continued to replay through my mind as I tried my hardest to mask my frown with a fake smile. There was nothing that I could physically do at this time as we were three hours away from home, so I sent one final tex to Mike. As soon as we are home from Boston, I will make sure to call you. I set my phone down on the desk, unpacked our luggage and headed for the pool with my children. As much as this consumed me emotionally, I could not let it interfere with my

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