Second Chances.
Second chances, I believe, come to people who make mistakes and are remembered by God as being only human. That everybody makes mistakes; That nobody's perfect. That mistakes are called mistakes because they aren't intentional. For me God gave me a second chance because he believed that it wasn't my time to pass over. I was 17 when my sister and I were driving around one night after I picked her up from her soccer game. We went out for pizza after wards; her team won. We were hit by a drunk driver. My sister was okay because she was in the passenger seat. Me though I got the short end of the wish bone. I was the one driving and since we were hit on the left side, I was the one in the most danger. The car was completely totaled. Three years of saving up all the money I got from birthdays, Christmas', and other special occasions gone, in a blink of an eye. I didn't have time to be mad after wards; I was too busy being unconscious. My sister on the other hand, was the one who reach inside my jean pocket, grabbed my phone, and called 911. Or so that's what she told me she did. I don't remember what happened the night of the accident at all. What I do remember is me starring down at myself. Laying there motionless on a bed while medics tried to bring me back to life. There was a light coming from behind me, I remember me praying to myself. I knew what was happening. I'd seen this TV. Shows where they die, but are given a chance to choose if they're ready or not. I wasn't ready to die, I hadn't even lived my life yet! As I was pondering my options the light behind me began to dim and my vision blurred until I couldn't see. I guess God had chosen for me. My first human memory I had was when I woke up three days after the accident in a hospital bed with needles in my arms. When I tried to sit up everywhere ached so bad I thought people were stabbing me with knives and I collapsed. It turns out I broke three ribs, my arm, my nose, and had bruises on every inch of my body. As I tried to relax I kept hearing voices in my head that wouldn't go away. I pressed my hands up against my ears as I an attempt to block out the rumbling, but it didn't work. I whimpered as I turned my head searching for the button to call in a nurse, I hit it six times before a nurse came in. When that nurse walked in I knew I wasn't gonna be normal again. What is going on in here? she can't wait two seconds?,
"What?" I asked her in a weak voice.
"I didn't say anything sweetie, what's wrong?" She touched my arm and I got a shock. Then I could feel what she was feeling. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of confusion. I pulled my arm away and looked her in the eyes. Her bright blue eyes met mine and I got flashes of a blonde haired girl learning how to ride her bike, have her first kiss, getting ready for prom, her first day at med school. My mind was spinning so fast that I couldn't keep up and I fainted.