Narrative essay on my motorcycle accident

A common piece of advice in life is: “Be careful, drive safely.” It’s true for me, too. I have always been a very careful driver, but what if other people aren’t? It doesn’t matter how carefully you drive because some careless drivers put you in dangerous situations anyhow. This is what happened to me. I had graduated from college in 1989 and was heading back home. My home was in a village in southern India. I had several friends. Most of them were my age, mainly my school buddies. Every evening we would gather together on our school’s playground and talk about so many things. Some of us would sing, tell stories or play soccer. We had a joyful time. Most of us had motorcycles to ride around on. Whenever we had time, we would just roam around our village. That was our main job in life at the time. One of my friends was Mathew, who had an automobile spare-parts shop in our village. He got spare-parts from a nearby town. He had to go to the town twice a month to purchase them. On his next trip to town, he asked me to accompany him. It was a Saturday that we planned to go to town to purchase spare-parts for his shop. Early that morning Mathew had come to my house to pick me up; we had some breakfast to

Then they pulled Mathew from under the motorcycle. I tried to stand up and walk towards Mathew, but I couldn"tmt move my right foot. It took almost two weeks for my wounds to start healing. Then the doctors did another surgery, fixing my broken bones with metal plates and screws. We were both riding on my motorcycle. The roads aren"tmt straight at all with several hairpin turns. The truck driver was stunned, and he didn"tmt know what to do. I looked at my foot and started screaming with pain. Now I tell my friends whenever they go for a ride, "Be very careful and drive safely. The owners had heard the bang and came out to see what had occurred. My brother came in and talked to the doctors. They tied the cloth tightly around my leg to stop the bleeding. There were a lot of arrogant pedestrians and bicycle riders who thought that the roads were only for them to travel on.