One Second Takes A Whole Life.

Where were you when you heard about 9/11? When you hear about a traumatic event, time seems to stop. Most people remember every detail of their surroundings. Imagine living and breathing in a traumatic event.

Thanksgiving weekend is a time for family. My sister just moved into the house she just built. My sisters and a few of her really close cousins came over for appetizers and desserts.

I was holding and walking my new baby niece, Harper, in the hallway trying to calm her down. My other niece, Bella, told me to move out of the hallway. She got a running head start, and took off sliding on her socks against the brand new hard wood floor. Standing at the end of her path, I watch her as her legs slip out from under her and she smacks against the floor. The earth shattering smack made it clear that it hurt. Bella is a normal year old girl; 14 year old girls are dramatic to begin with, and Bella herself adds even more. She took a few seconds to move, which I could understand- it was a hard smack. When she started to move, it wasn’t a normal movement. She was shaking back and forth and her arm was curling in. My sister Kathy had gotten to the scene as Bella started to shake. Kathy yelled for Bella’s mom, Bit, to get in there and for someone to call 911. Bit is a nurse, and immediately knew something was extremely wrong.

I still had Harper in my arms, I could see her eyes getting bigger. At only 4 months, she knew something was wrong. I heard Bit screaming for 911, and that Bella wasn’t breathing. I was rocking Harper in the next room over.

“Damn it Bella breathe.” Bit mumbled as she helped her helpless daughter.

Our dad said comfortingly, “Don’t worry, it’ll be okay.”

Bit yelled back as she gave her now blue daughter chest compressions, “No it won’t, I just had to give her CPR!”

Harper was now the only one calm, and she started to fall asleep. I put her in her crib, ad stepped outside. I still have no clue what time this all happened, or how long the ambulance took to get there. But it was dark out. I heard the people inside say the ambulance are on their way.

As I heard Bit still screaming for Bella to breathe, and stay with her, I look up at the empty sky. The littlest moments now seem bigger than ever. Traumatic events are something horrible, but they open your eyes. When 9/11 happened, the world stopped spinning. Everyone everywhere tried to call their loved ones. For a while after 9/11, people had a different outlook on life. As the months and years passed, the initial hurt and horror of that day got weaker and weaker. Now, I’m not saying no one ever feel empty, or scared, or hurt from that day anymore; I know there are plenty of police officers, firefighters, and survivors that are haunted every single day from that experience. 9/11 was 15 years ago. The pain is still there and it gets worse closer to the actual date, but as people go about their daily lives, I doubt they still live in the fear that America lived in right after 9/11.

Traumatic events happen almost daily just not every one of them happen to us. When something like watching your niece almost die, it changes your life. It has only been a week since she fell, but I still get nervous over everything. She was so innocent, she was so happy. Every little action we do could take a horrid turn and end it all.

Traumatic events make you think. And all I can think about is making sure everything you do has a purpose in your life because that might be the way you end your life.

This was about 2010–2011, Bella and I have always gone everywhere together.
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