An Average October Day Anonymous

It was a cool, sunny October day, no different than most. A soccer game was scheduled for that afternoon, and I was getting ready. Rummaging through my room searching for my shin guards, I was the first person in my house to hear the screaming outside. From the start I knew something was seriously wrong, and I rushed downstairs to locate my parents. My mother and sister were in the kitchen frozen, unsure what was happening, so I quickly ran out the front door to find my father. As I threw the door closed behind me I saw him running around the corner of the house, his hands still dirty from pulling weeds. I then looked across the lawn to see our neighbor Nancy running wildly toward us, pointing behind her and frantically yelling “Call 911! Call 911!” My mom was quickest to the phone, calling the police and then rushing next door to join my dad. I rushed around for the next few minutes, following orders and finding as many cement blocks and car jacks as I was able to. I didn’t learn what the accident had been until an hour later when my parents returned, exhausted and leaving the rest of the work for the fire department.

Nancy’s son-in-law had been on a tractor with her grandson on his lap. Attempting to remove a shrub he had...