Real life short story

How to really start?

My life has always been filled with an odd amount of first person tragedy but, I know I'm not the only one. At the young age of seven I was hit by a car, tossed in the air like a ragdoll, broken left femur bone, ten skull fractures and two months of coma. Luckily I didn't suffer to much brain trauma but, I don't remember much of my childhood, even after the accident and still to this day I have some short-term memory loss. A few years later while playing on a swing, I decided to jump out of the swing, which I'm sure we all did, and my foot caught the swing, sling shots me to the ground and breaks my left forearm.Clean break. As I think back on it I surprisingly don't remember it actually hurting, I heard the snap and couldn't feel my arm but the panic overcame the pain I guess. Didn't learn anything. Still did dumb stuff thru my teens but no severe injuries, amazingly. I turned eighteen and met this beautiful woman who is now my wife, but in two thousand and five, around Halloween, leaving a party in the middle of the night after, unfortunately, drunkenly, slapped my girlfriend and karma slapped me back. BAM! Hit by another car. Tore the left calf muscle completely from the two broken shin bones, ten more skull fractures and a punctured lung. Doctors not able to find the puncture, my family and girlfriend were struck with the fact I may not make it. Miraculously the hole healed itself but, with all the damage there was still a chance I wouldn't make it. By God's grace I did. While healing and my girlfriend losing her apartment,we moved in with my parents for a while then her mom's.

Roughly a year later, after my girlfriend rehabilitated me, her and her brother were outside playing badminton when I got the bright idea to go out on the front porch and throw a water balloon at her. Playfully, she ran after me, I hop back in the house and hold the glass door shut and while we struggle with the door the corner of the top glass breaks, slices her wrist wide open, cutting multiple tendons, nerves and the artery. She grabs her wrist and runs to the bathroom to grab a towel, me freaking out I honestly asked " what's the number for 9-1-1?" Feeling stupid I make the call. Standing on the porch waiting for the ambulance she starts to faint, I quickly grab her and lay her down. She's dying. In my arms she's dying, she tells me "everything has gone, all I see is bright light." Tears running down my face, I squeeze the towel with all my strength and surprisingly, out of no where, she gets to her feet just in time for the ambulance to go flying by us. I yell louder than I ever have "HEY". The ambulance driver must've heard me because I see brake lights and as soon as they could they turned around. During this time, as anyone would be, her brother is worried and freaking out but is by our side the whole time. He calls their mom and dad while we are getting in the ambulance. Everyone gets to the E.R waiting room, about four hours pass and we're all worried, finally six hours later here comes the doctor. "Sorry. Sorry it took so long, it's hard reattaching nerves and tendons while trying to keep her from bleeding out, but she's going to be okay."

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