Personal Essay Example: The Near to My Death

In the spring of 2016, I was involved in a horrible car accident that nearly cost me my life. I come from Juchipila, a small village in Zacatecas, which is a city and municipality in Mexico, and the capital city of the state of Zacatecas. This is the story of what happened to me in a near-death experience, as a direct result of this accident.

I remember starting the day with a cup of coffee. It was a normal day, but things were a little different because I felt unusual. But this feeling soon faded when I received a call from Margret that they were going to a festival with her friends and wanted me to accompany them. Margret had a long black hair, which she tied up in pigtails and always wore the prettiest dresses. Today, her dress was pink. Her face was a smooth as a babys cheek; her complexion a creamy white with small brown freckles. I secretly admired her, but would never let her know that. I liked her but did not want to give her the satisfaction of being able to take advantage of me for my affections to her.

Admittedly, Margret and her friends were a colorful group. They were all dressed extremely different from each other that day. Phylicia was slightly tall; she wore dressy pants set that as peach and Black. She wore dressy Black shoes and had her curly brown hair down her shoulders and back. She did not wear any jewelry or makeup, yet the brightness in her eyes made her look beautiful. Nancy was dressed in a long sky blue dress. Her silver earrings were shaped like crucifixes with blur rubies in them. The rubies were a darker blue than her dress. Nancys dress was above her knees and fluffy at the bottom. I was dressed in simple attire.

We drove 5 hours to get to the festival, and we signed in as I parked in front of a garage. At this time, Margret and her friends already decided to split up with two guys, and I immediately had uneasy feeling my job was to stand by the back watch. I decided to pick a beer because I started getting this feeling that Margret and her friends were using me. I chose to grab a beer, as I hope that maybe Margret would come back to me to have fun. This did not happen. Around me, there were a lot of people, and they were all drinking. Needless to say, I needed several strong drinks of whatever happened to be available the stronger the better. As a result, I was pretty drunk by the time everyone started leaving that night, nevertheless; I was one of the first ones out. I kept drinking, and I knew soon enough I was becoming very drunk.

By 12.00pm, I took one of the busiest streets in Juchipila, and actually passed out at the wheel of my car and drove right off the road. A freaky part was that it was a cliff close to a farmers field into which I drove; it could so easily have been a tree or a hydro pole or even a deep ditch. While driving across, I was suddenly startled into semi-consciousness because of the rough terrain, but I was still moving at close to 60 kph and only half-conscious. At the moment, I knew I was likely to hit something, a house, a tree or worse, someone was walking along and that absolutely terrified me! If one can imagine going almost full-tilt in a car while driving yet not being aware of ones surrounding, this was my situation at this moment.

Needless to say, I could have easily died in the car accident. This affected me significantly. I could have called a cab or could have stayed at the place overnight, but no, I decided that I was too disappointed to have stayed. Admittedly, no one likes feeling being used or manipulated for someone elses purpose. Of course, people can be and are useful to one another. However, valuing what other people do for us is not wrong. The moral problem develops when persons look at relationships only, or mostly in terms of getting something for themselves rather than showing concern for the other people involved.

I was positive my life was now being measured in seconds. I was going to be lucky if I survived this or didnt kill someone or both. But I guess on that day, someone high above was looking out for me because I didnt kill anyone or die. But I do remember hitting someones car because I thought I would get back onto a busy road. While sitting in the car, trapped there by the caved in-driver door and a crunched-up steering column, I was numb from the neck down; I could not feel anything. There was absolutely no sense of pain or of being injured, no sensation that I can recall.

After a while, I felt like I was fading fast. Without the fire-fighters to free me from the wreckage, and the emergency guys to give me emergency first aid, I still dont think that I would have made it. They also gave me some sort of painkiller that I was pulled from the wreckage because the pain that I started to experience then was execrating and like nothing I had never experienced before. The paramedics airlifted me to the hospital, but at that time I was totally out of it. To this day I have no memory of that trip. All I recall after I was picked up was waking up in the emergency department, confused.

The trauma of this car accident resulted from the several incidences that day. My car was speeding at 60kph in opposite directions. This resulted in a crash which took place almost 120 kph. A crash could have killed me easily. While I was glad to be alive at the crash site, I was equally glad later on upon learning which I had not killed anyone. I remember praying to God while trapped in my car, begging for forgiveness for what I had just done. I was so sorry for everything that was now wrong; I cannot forget what particularly led to the whole incident. While somewhere back at the festival Margret and her friends were having fun, I was having a near-death experience.

I was concerned about leaving behind, my family during the trauma of this horrific car crash that I had inadvertently caused. I certainly didnt mean to cause the crash; I would never intentionally cause harm to anyone, least of all myself. But I had to learn how to forgive myself before I could realistically expect anyone in my life to forgive me. In fact, wanted to forgive myself, which I thought would help other family members to forgive me as well. In fact, I needed to forgive myself, which I thought would help other family members to forgive me as well.

Two weeks later, after an ambulance service was called by the hospital to bring me home, there was only one more visit from my parents at my home. By now I was getting the distinct impression that their pre-accident loving and caring attitude was now a thing of the past. The truth is no one knew why Id gone off the road, except me, and I didnt know why I had passed out at the wheel without warning before I drove off a cliff and subsequently hit another car.

In conclusion, that day remains a memorable day for me. So my regrets are simple. I regret that I engaged with Margret that day and I regret that I did not try to stop the drinking before it got out of control. I can truthfully say I have no desire for a drink, and I think if I were to drink today, I would drink myself to death. I would feel like I had given up completely on myself. Those are my regrets. As personal as they are, I am sure that everyone who has lived these moments have regrets. We are the enablers of the universe. In the end, it is not our regrets that hurt the most; it is the ones we share with others. Those are the worst to deal with in the end.