When Time Stops
There are moments when time just stops. For a brief instant your senses are heightened and you come to realize that your surroundings are much more vivid than you could ever imagine. One of those times is when someone you are very close to is moments away from death even though hours ago they were in perfect health. After a fun filled evening of playing pool with some friends in an atmosphere as light as a feather in the summer breeze, I decided to go home and rest. Just as I lay my head down upon my pillow made of clouds and sweet reverences, the telephone rings with such harshness that it was like glass breaking and piercing my soul all while making my spine shake. My mother, knowing that I had gone to bed for the evening answered the phone and let out a shrill that burst out like a single gunshot from a twelve gauge shotgun. The next few moments went by so quickly that the clocks of the world must have been spinning uncontrollably to accommodate for the time that I was about to lose. On the other end of the phone was my hysterical step mother, who resembles the step mother from Cinderella, informing my mother that my father had just got into an accident less than a mile from his home and was being me
In the next two months he remained in a coma and was doing remarkable well considering he wasn't expected to live and then one day he woke up, but could not speak and had no idea what was going on. Running like I was in a marathon I darted down the street with out any true direction and by some means ran into the hospital he was in. I began to scream like a banshee, describing what my entire night had entailed. He was strapped down to a bed, with tubes in almost each hole in his body. All I could think about was all the times that I had missed with my loving father, the silly jokes he made, the way he was always there to talk to when I needed him. Time decided to start to spin again, much to furious for my bodies liking, and I passed out. He was at another hospital because his condition was so terrible that they could not handle it. I stumbled in my house, as if I was in a drunken stupor and sobbed once again as I explained everything to my mother. I did not watch the road on the way home, and was amazed that I made it home being in the daze that I was in. I hit the floor with such force that every bone in my body could have shattered if my mind would have allowed it. This car, smelling a scent only a new car could, was a shiny champagne colored, standard transmission, 2001 Nissan Sentra with the Sports Edition package that included all the extras and a mere 500 miles was suddenly, as if hitting warp speed at points, was going 120 miles an hour down route 24 heading north towards Boston. My hair was down to my shoulders at that time, but totally disheveled and standing on end in some areas. I could smell the faint scent of grease and gasoline that always followed his every step whereever he went.
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