My car comes to a screeching halt.
I push open my door as quickly and as hard as I can and screamed, “Please someone I need help, please”.
An older black male wearing a black security guard uniform comes over to me, “Ma’am are you injured? Whats wrong?”
There are tears streaming down my face and I’m gasping for air, in-between breaths I said, “My husband….. in the car ….. please help.”
He looked in the window, he quickly jerks a walkie talkie from off his belt and says in a stern voice, “Assistance needed at the emergency room entrance, we have an unresponsive male”.
Before I even had time to process my surroundings I saw through the sliding glass doors a group of people running toward us. I watched as many people in different uniforms, some in blue scrubs, and some in blue scrubs and white jackets ran to my car, followed by two more people pushing out a stretcher. An older man with bags under his eyes, puts two fingers on his neck then his wrist and says, “ I have a pulse, but its weak”. Another man with a bulkier build wearing only blue scrubs stepped into the small opening of the car door slipped his arms underneath my husbands armpits and lifted him, in one split second another man had grabbed his legs, laid him on the stretcher. Everyone was actively doing something as they were pushing my husband into the hospital. The glass doors automatically open for them as they walk in along with a second pair of doors, these were large heavy wooden doors, as we were walking through them another younger male turns to me and says “ma’am you need to stay here we will call you in when he is stable.”
I wrote this introduction to my Creative Nonfiction Essay after reading 6 Ways to be a Hemingway-Level Productive Badass. After the reading I realized that everyone has different methods to writing. After our very first day of class and reviewing the syllabus I tried to brainstorm ideas that I could write about even though I didn't know the guidelines. Once I knew we had to write about something within the last month I went to good old fashioned paper and pencil and again started brainstorming topics that I could write about. I found a topic that I felt I would have enough action to write about then went to my laptop and just started typing anything I could possibly think about that specific topic. After the explosion of words on my laptop was complete, I reviewed everything that was there and picked out what I liked and didn't like and started to piece together a ruff draft of my essay. Now, I am in the revision stage I am procrastinating a lot at this stage because I'm still unsure of what is right and wrong in my essay. I plan on asking myself questions like ... Is this necessary to have in this essay? Or making sure after reading the essay the reader knows who the story is about, what the story is about, where the story takes place, when the story takes place, and why this is all happening. And I want to make sure the essay appeals to all 5 senses.
I push open my door as quickly and as hard as I can and screamed, “Please someone I need help, please”.
An older black male wearing a black security guard uniform comes over to me, “Ma’am are you injured? Whats wrong?”
There are tears streaming down my face and I’m gasping for air, in-between breaths I said, “My husband….. in the car ….. please help.”
He looked in the window, he quickly jerks a walkie talkie from off his belt and says in a stern voice, “Assistance needed at the emergency room entrance, we have an unresponsive male”.
Before I even had time to process my surroundings I saw through the sliding glass doors a group of people running toward us. I watched as many people in different uniforms, some in blue scrubs, and some in blue scrubs and white jackets ran to my car, followed by two more people pushing out a stretcher. An older man with bags under his eyes, puts two fingers on his neck then his wrist and says, “ I have a pulse, but its weak”. Another man with a bulkier build wearing only blue scrubs stepped into the small opening of the car door slipped his arms underneath my husbands armpits and lifted him, in one split second another man had grabbed his legs, laid him on the stretcher. Everyone was actively doing something as they were pushing my husband into the hospital. The glass doors automatically open for them as they walk in along with a second pair of doors, these were large heavy wooden doors, as we were walking through them another younger male turns to me and says “ma’am you need to stay here we will call you in when he is stable.”
I wrote this introduction to my Creative Nonfiction Essay after reading 6 Ways to be a Hemingway-Level Productive Badass. After the reading I realized that everyone has different methods to writing. After our very first day of class and reviewing the syllabus I tried to brainstorm ideas that I could write about even though I didn't know the guidelines. Once I knew we had to write about something within the last month I went to good old fashioned paper and pencil and again started brainstorming topics that I could write about. I found a topic that I felt I would have enough action to write about then went to my laptop and just started typing anything I could possibly think about that specific topic. After the explosion of words on my laptop was complete, I reviewed everything that was there and picked out what I liked and didn't like and started to piece together a ruff draft of my essay. Now, I am in the revision stage I am procrastinating a lot at this stage because I'm still unsure of what is right and wrong in my essay. I plan on asking myself questions like ... Is this necessary to have in this essay? Or making sure after reading the essay the reader knows who the story is about, what the story is about, where the story takes place, when the story takes place, and why this is all happening. And I want to make sure the essay appeals to all 5 senses.