Sarah Bohannon
Mrs. Humphlett
Advanced Comp
October 17, 2010
Optimism
When the car flew by the side of mine, I saw the reflection in my side mirror disappear. I became speechless and yet, my head was screaming at the top of my lungs. I pulled to the side of the road to see the damage that was done by the truck that just swiped my car. I stepped out and saw the large scratch that was my passenger door. I looked around and placed my hand on my face. I proceeded to call my mother who’s first response was, “Oh my gosh. Well at least you’re not hurt.” I thought about this as I waited for the police to arrive. My mom was right, I thought to myself. Things could have been a lot worse. This is the day I learned the several different ways the word optimism works.
Optimism. From the Latin word optimus, meaning the best, the word optimism, by definition, means “a disposition or tendency to look on the more favorable side of events or conditions and to expect the most favorable outcome”. When you think of optimism, what do you think of? Do you think of the happy go lucky people that skip around and sing show tunes? If you said yes, then you are most Americans. When I think optimism, I think of the people who could have possibly been in a car accident and gotten by with their lives.
When I heard about a little boy from my church that had been in a car accident, I could only think of how sad that little boy could have been. I saw him sitting his mom sitting in church the next week. During the “meet and greet” time, I walked up to her, as she was surrounded by other churchgoers. I handed her another tissue and asked how her son was doing. She sniffled for a second or two and cleared her throat for the long speech I was about to hear.
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“He’s fine, for now. His dad is with him at the hospital. The doctor says he may not walk again,” she started to get teary eyed as she talked about her son. I looked with sincere concern in her eyes. “The car accident was really traumatizing for all of us. We never saw that car coming. Why did he have to drive drunk?” She was heaving and almost hyperventilating. I looked around for the tissue box and noticed she was drawing the attention of the whole congregation.
“Ma’am, would you like to take this out of the sanctuary and we can talk about this more?” I asked, trying not to sound rude, but, I figured every body that was in the large room didn’t need to hear her cry and make a scene. Without saying another word, she got up swiftly and left the room. I grabbed the tissue box and followed her out and into the café just outside the sanctuary.
As people’s faces became shocked as she passed, I had to stop and explain that everything was ok, and that she was to be fine. If I had a dime for every time I said, “I have everything under control” and, “Don’t worry”. I would be rich. I walked into the café and found her sitting at the table in the corner of the room with her head in her hands. I sat next to her, trying not to get too close, but not be too far away either.
“So”, I said, “why don’t you tell me exactly what happened that day.” I waited for her response. I felt the need to know everything before I made a decision on what to do with myself. I saw her take a very deep breath; she looked as if she was calming down.
“Ok. So we were driving home from the store on a calm stormy winter night. The stop light had just turned green and we went on through the intersection. I turned to look at my husband, who was driving, and that’s when I saw the headlights. I screamed, but it was too late. The front of the blue suburban rammed into the back seat of our red eclipse.” She took a deep breath as the tears were flowing freely. She wasn’t wiping them away nor was she trying to hide the pain that I could plainly see on her face. “I don’t know what happened after that but, I do remember arriving at the hospital. My hand was cut open and my husband’s leg was broken.” This was the first time I noticed the bandages on her hand and on her arm. It was thick and went from her fingertips to her wrists. I tried to focus as she continued.
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“I was screaming my son’s name and I got no answer. The nurses were yelling at me to sit down, as I was bleeding everywhere and I was raising my blood pressure by screaming so loud. That’s when I saw him. He was laying on a gurney with doctors and nurses surrounding him. Machines were beeping and people were running around. I blacked out after that.” I nodded for her to go on, even though I knew it was going to be hard. “I awoke in a hospital bed with this thing on my arm,” She pointed to the bandage on her hand. “I tried but still couldn’t find my son. I looked around me, past the bed of my husband, and to the bed that kept my son. He was laying super still and didn’t look like he was breathing.