Story Titled The Accident

Story Titled The AccidentWhen we ab forbidden to sit in a railroad car, we usu eithery take safety for granted. Many batch dont eventide realize the dangers when driving from unmatchable place to another. Driving has become r byine. mint rouset predict the dangers they face when driving, or even the tragic and ignominious instant when something goes wrong. I get asked this question quiet often, Why I am so scared to drive a car? noble-minded 6th 2007 is the date that I will n ever so forget that sidereal day changed my life. My perception, my thinking and social life was affected.It was the day when Ali got his license. It was 300 A.M in the morning, the ship was misty, freezing and dark, and the streets lights were barely on. The streets were deserted and empty as if no one existed. It mat as if we were the only people in this city. There was a sense of smelling of freedom but then something evil began to take its place, we contumacious to race. Even though the road w as bumpy and uneven, the race seemed corresponding a brilliant idea. Speeding up to 110mph we did not care about anything draw going faster. It was fun and as far as I can recall, I was really enjoying it. Until the moment I turned my head to the slump and saw Ali pointing with a smile, better keep up boy he said, this picture kept playing in my head constantly at that very instant I felt the something wrong was about to happen. With panic I reduced my speed just before I began retardation down, I heard a bang Alis car had flipped over, and the screech of scratch metal filled the empty streets. I employ all my issue to stop the car and get out. As the front wheel spun freely and oil was dripping to the ground, shards of the glass and other debris littered the lay out scene like a piata spilled candy after creation struck. My heart was beating rapidly, and my mind felt as if it was frozen. I step on it towards the car and saw Ali struggling with pain as cold as death itse lf screaming for attention his face was covered with blood and his submit was stuck behind his back. He was jammed in a very uneasy position. I tried to help, and kept trying until I realized my help was not sufficient I needed more hands. Thinking of whom to call, I knew the best thing at that sentence was to try to keep him calm. I quickly dialed Alis residence. I called five times and any time the respondent machine went on. Frustrating and panic filled my head. I then dialed the police. Thankfully, they were in that respect in five minutes, but those five minutes felt like years. Watching Ali struggle with pain was disturbing I felt confuse and desperately wanted this situation to end.Ali was finally dragged out of the car and was cannonball along to the Hospital his condition was bad because too much blood had been lost. I finally got through to Alis parents. After an hour inside the emergency path the doctors were finally out, and what I was about to hear was somethi ng that changed my life. His spinal chord had broken. The doctors believed that he might not be able to walk. This was a very blue moment his contract was crying hysterically, I still remember her manifestation no, no, no this cant be. Mr. Khan was constantly trying to comfort her, and she looked at me and shook her head with disappointment. At that very moment I felt that it was all because of me. I felt that I was not mature adequate or prudent enough. I felt I had betrayed his parents his mother continuously used to tell me to look after Ali. She thought I was the responsible one it was hard to stand even a second there of her stare.Ali was not the same we never hung out the way we used to. He was quiet and lost in his thoughts, and whenever I went to his house, he would tell his mother that he didnt want to meet me. He used to sit at home crying with disappointment when his attempt to walk failed. Every time I looked at him the picture of the crash kept playing in my head and his struggle to walk and his depression execute me feel guilty any time I saw him. Eventually a cleft started developing, and soon Alis isolation made him feel that I was the sole mind for this accident. The rare calls from Ali had stopped months had passed and one day I found out Ali had moved to Dubai.I used to wonder if I am or ever will be same the somebody I used to be. He made a diversion in my life by always being there for me and caring about me. I used to be a happy and optimistic person. My closest friend Ali made a major(ip) repair on my life it was a major shock that guy used to be my best friend we hung out together we were partners and did almost everything together. This accident that was an act of immaturity, caused an event because of which I not only lost a friend, but a great person who was also a good athlete lose his legs. The worst part is that he still feels its all because of me. His suspetition made a big impact on my life I used to doubt myself a nd my ability to make friends. I got so afraid that sometimes I didnt even feel like tracing and locating him because I feel that even if I try to clarify myself it wont make a big difference I stayed quiet most of the time and getting along with people wasnt my thing, I think it was all because I was conscious and I feared that I might end up hurting someone else. Through all of these thoughts and feelings, an annoying voice in the back of my head kept devising feel that something could be wrong, that something or somewhere I must defy gone wrong.Now four years commit passed and I have no Idea of what Ali is up to, I never called nor I ever received a call from him, but now my views have changed. The car accident is and will always be a major moment in my life, it made me realize that God has a plan for every one and there is a hidden message behind everything. I had a great friend and probably best times in my life. Our life changes every second, this accident made me realize t o value every single moment has as if it was my last, because its really difficult to predict when it all will be over.