Personal Narrative - Dad My brother and I were in a white room where people were running around frantically. I watched this man being transported in a wheelchair, lying on a blood-soaked bed. His eyes were closed and swollen and he was groaning in excruciating pain. I took a closer look and realized his skull was exposed. His scalp had completely moved to one side of his head. Tears began to fall as I thought about this poor man's family. How were the doctors going to tell his wife and children what he looked like? or worse yet, he was dead. I looked at my brother in horror and disbelief. He said in a dismayed voice, "Jess, that's Daddy!" I was running around the gym and warming up for a game of catch the ball. A loud beep rang through the gym and I heard a soft voice say, “Please excuse Jessie Jones.” My heart pounded as I jumped for joy. No physical education today! I took my bag and waited for my mother at the door. I was joking with my friend when Mrs. Ledger told me that my mother seemed very upset. I didn't think about it and continued joking. I went outside and a woman from my mother's work was waiting to pick me up. I gave her a puzzled look as she said, “Your father was in an accident.” At this point, the significance of the entire event hadn't yet hit me. I met my mom at the city market and she was hysterical. Seeing my mother in her hysteria didn't affect me because getting easily agitated was her routine. He told me they had to "Flight for Life" my father to St. Mary's Hospital. At that point I knew the accident was serious. I tried to swallow the apple-sized lump in my throat. We waited, for what seemed like an eternity, in the waiting room. I was anxious to see my dad, so I kept going in and asking when we could see him. They said once it was cleaned up they would come get us. They took out his clothes and his shoes were covered in a crimson color. My chest became heavy and I struggled to breathe. My heart skipped a beat and my throat started to hurt. I was sucking back tears.