The Lake It was early July and my friend Chad and I decided to join his family at the lake. Chad’s family was already up at the lake, and had some extra room in the condo. So we figured, what the hell, we could go for some boating. Right.
The lake the only about a two-hour drive away. We were driving in Chad’s father’s convertible sports car, so the drive was quite pleasant. We drove through twisting canyons and long straight roads going just slightly over the speed limit. We arrived at our destination at record-breaking time, which didn’t seem to make his parents too happy.
Along with Chad’s family, which consists of four brothers and one sister, were some neighbor friends of theirs and their five-year-old son Nick. The rest of the day was spent miniature golfing and playing catch with Chad’s little brothers. On the following morning we went with Chad’s parents to rent the boat. We got the boat and loaded it up with the gear. We broke the family into groups so each one could have their own time on the boat. Our group was the one that wanted to ski, wake board, ride on the tube, and throw each other off the tube.
The other group consisted of people that either didn’t want to ski or were too young. All the younger kids were in this group. Our group was the first to have the boat. We spent hours and hours out on the lake and had an awesome time, even though I got one of the worst sunburns in my life. We returned with the boat so the other group could take their turn. As the second group left on the boat we decided to just go lounge in the swimming pool.
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After about a half-hour, Chad’s mom came running in and said they had an accident with the boat and that little Nick was knocked unconscious. We ran from the pool to see what exactly happened. Chad’s sister told us that another boat was traveling way too fast in the no-wake zone while not paying attention and struck the front of our boat. When the boats collided it took everyone a few minutes to notice that Nick was lying face down on the floor of the boat. Panic arose when his mother noticed him lying there motionless. It turned out the other boat actually hit this little boy in the head when they collided.
We were all in shock that something like this could happen. The ambulance arrived shortly after the accident and started to work on reviving poor Nick. I remember walking back to the condo with Chad, lightly joking about the situation, saying, wouldn’t that suck if Nick died. We were sure he would be fine and awake with a horrible headache at anytime. Hours passed and soon we saw a helicopter that seemed to be flying really low. We then noticed that the helicopter was Life-Flight.
We were confused; he just bumped his head, right? What do they need Life-Flight here for? As the time slowly passed we heard that the crew was trying to stabilize his life signs and that there was some hemorrhaging of the brain. Life-Flight finally took off and got him to a hospital. We all went to bed that night silently, just thinking about what had taken place that day. Why it had happened to him? He’s only five years old. Perhaps if someone older would have gotten hit they would have been fine.
I awoke in the morning to the sound of the phone ringing, and it gave me a queasy feeling in my stomach. I could only hear half of the conversation, but I understood enough to know what happened. Little Nicholas never awoke from the coma. That moment in my life made me realize just how fragile life is. To this day I can’t help but think, what if it would have been me? Would I have been all right because I was older? Or would the same thing happen to me or anyone else. That was the last time I went to that lake.
I don’t know when, or even if, I will ever go back.
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Spindrift A Critical Review I visited the Currier Gallery of Art and I truly enjoyed myself. I had never been to an Art Gallery and only had the impression that I had received through the movies. It was as I pictured it to be, and I would go their or another gallery again. The Currier Gallery had some outstanding pieces of art, they had everything thing from giant wall paintings to small wall ...
