It was a quiet Friday night, and for hours I had been watching Friends, unknowingly that my life would soon change within seconds. It was late, and I could smell the rich brownies that my aunt was baking in the kitchen, just a room away. My grandma was sleeping soundlessly in her dark room, and I could feel the fluffy warmth of my dog, Oreo, resting at my feet. For hours I had just been sitting on my cramped beige bed just relaxing from the long week. Then at exactly 1:03 a.m. is when the house phone began to ring, and all I could hear was the piercing sound throughout the house. At first I thought nothing of it then I heard my aunt’s loud cry and got up with haste, ran into the kitchen, and grabbed the phone from her hands. My heart stopped as the only noise I heard was my mother’s screams and rapid talking from the other end of the call. I attempted to calm her down but realized I couldn’t calm down myself. I stumbled on my feet, feeling my adrenaline kicking in as I rushed to my bed in my room to get my phone. My heart was racing, and all I could comprehend was her telling me how she was not able to move her arm. As this was happening I could feel my throat swell, and breathing became an afterthought as I begin to realize the situation at hand. I could make out the loud blaring of sirens coming through the phone, and I felt relief that help was there. My aunt had hung up the phone and rushed to go and wake grandma. In record time all three of us were huddled in our front room, and we realized the tremendous problem: we had no possible way of getting to her. After contemplating for a while I grabbed my phone, immediately downloading Uber. My aunt and I began to pack our overnight bags since we had no idea of the severity of my mother's condition and how long we would be at the hospital. We soon had an Uber on the way and bags packed for the extensive night ahead.

Roughly ten minutes later, a dark green, damaged Jeep comes to a halt in the front of my house, and we run to the car wanting to be with my mother as soon as possible. Once we walked into the hospital and I saw that my mother was okay, I felt relief. She looked so broken, and all around me was a multitude of others who were broken also. Grief and anguish was all I could feel as the cold, bitter hospital air passed through me. The only thing I was able to smell was disinfectant, and I wrinkled my nose as I went go to sit on the gray bench  by my mother. She's crying, and I notice her arm is in a dark blue sling and her hand wrapped up in gauze. After about two hours of sitting in the waiting room a old, stout nurse comes and brings my mother to a room. Sitting in those hard, white chairs for eleven hours to hear any news was grueling. Then a blonde haired, tall man walked out and told us that we would be able to go see her. She had white tape and gauze all over her body because of the many cuts from the accident. After we got her discharge papers signed by the doctors, we were finally able to leave. We gathered up all of our things, and I flung my brown bag across my shoulder, ready to leave. My mother was wearing her white hospital gown, and we all looked awfully disheveled as we walked out the huge sliding doors of the hospital, ready to go home. Walking out of that chemical smelling hospital with my mother alive was doubtlessly the best thing that has happened in my life. This entire event was so unexpected, and I had went through most of the night just laughing and anticipating what would happen next on my show. I did not realize that in just minutes that my world would be changed, and that I would now have an entirely new outlook on life and it's worth.