Good Essay On My Tragic Birthday

There is something exhilarating about turning twenty three. While I may not know what it exactly is, I remember my twenty third birthday like it was yesterday. The sun was uniquely bright that day, perhaps as a way of wishing me a blissful twenty third birthday. I woke up uncommonly early because I had big plans for the day. My friends and I were to hold an outdoor party in celebration of my birthday. I realized I needed to do some shopping in readiness for the festivity so I called my friend Dan to assist me plan everything in good time. A few moments later he pulled up at our driveway and hooted gently. I picked up my wallet and dashed out, excitement mounting in me, and my heart pounding with mixed feelings. I hopped in to the co-driver’s seat and moments later we were speeding down the Veterans Highway. Everything felt great and the mood was good.
Out of the blues I heard a loud screech of brakes and desperate hooting from behind us. No sooner had I turned to have a glimpse than I saw appalling darkness and heard a deafening sound. For a moment, I thought my skull had burst open spilling my brains on the road. I was woken up by a pounding headache – a severe pain at the back of my head. I tried to open my eyes but it seemed so difficult a task for me. I was extremely weak. Through my feeble eyes, I saw a bright light. Someone was in the room. Where am I? Came the question. What happened to me? An endless string of questions came streaming into my mind. With a weak voice I asked, “Where am I?” “Wow! He is awake! Look he just spoke!” that was my sister’s voice. I knew I was safe. Then gradually, my memory began to flow back, and the vivid picture came to my mind – we had been involved in a traffic accident.
When I finally managed to open my eyes, I realized that the room was almost full. My friends had come to see me. “Where is Dan?” I asked halfheartedly, doubting whether I really wanted to hear the answer because I was so shaken. “He is doing fine”, said the doctors with a reassuring smile. “You too will be fine, do not worry, you are safe.” That was the most reassuring tone I had heard in days. As the day grew old, friends came and left. My family got me discharged because I had not sustained extreme injuries. At dusk, we were leaving for home. The crimson sun tinged the horizon with a faint blue blur. It looked sinister. It appeared as though it had some malicious intent – perhaps to remind me that that was the worst birthday ever. The thought that my birthday had been ruined caused a sharp constricting pain in my heart. As we drove home in the family car, I cursed that day – the day that was supposed to be a joyful birthday.
As I got into bed that night, I cursed that day and swore to scrap it off my calendar. I felt extremely sad. My body hurt all over. I hated the entire Spring Hill neighborhood because I felt it did not wish me a happy twenty third birthday. As I closed my eyes to catch some sleep, I felt a hot tear slowly stream from my eye. I did not wipe it off my face; instead, I let it fall on to my pillow. Then I whispered, “That is for my darkest day, the eighteenth day of June 2012.