So, anyway when me and the family was on vacation. One afternoon we were all stepping out of the car, as we were ab out to eat at Apple Bee’s. I was sitting in the back seat, in the middle between two of my family members.
The person sitting to the left of me stepped out of the car, and I was the last one to get out of the car. I reached my hand around the door way to help pull myself out of the car, then WHACK! the door slammed and crushed my fingers.
The pain was so intense that I was trembling and rocking back and forth for a few seconds with my eyes closed. I felt the bone crushing pain shoot up my arm and rattle my nerves. I felt my heart stop for a second, and I gasped. Luckily, none of my fingers were broken, but they were bruised.
The vacation was ruined, because for the rest of the trip, my dad kept asking me If I were ok. That is how concerned of a person he was, but he’s dead now.
Stay tuned for more sad stories as I reveal other events of my life, and how he died.
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