What a horrible story! That is my worst nightmare. Glad you survived it. I really enjoyed reading what you wrote, and on the whole I thought it was really well written. I did make some changes. Some are grammatical (not many), and some are stylistic. Most notably I rearranged your final paragraph. But, of course, these are just my suggestions.
Hope your get your good fortune soon.
The accident occurred when I was a senior in high school. One day I was riding home on the sidewalk after school. After a few minutes
’riding, I saw a truck about 20 meters ahead moving in my direction. The truck, which was used to transport stone, had huge wheels. The truckIt did not raise my curiosity because there was a construction site about 10 meters away, from the sidewalkand the sidewalk was wide enough for a truck (and a bike?) to travel on. As we both moved slowly, and there was quite a long distance between us, I did not pay attention to it. But when I was only a few meters away from the truck, I suddenly found that it showed no sign of slowing down or changing direction. Before I had time to change direction, to avoid the truckI was knocked down by it. Even at that moment I still thought it would stop right away. Unexpectedly the truck kept moving forward, and soon I was under the truckit. One of those huge wheels was pressing on the back, right side of my head and my left cheek was facing the ground. The truck was still moving and mademy body was moving with it. Fortunately the wheel did not run over my head; it just made my headrubbed it on the ground. Not until the truck hit the fence did it stop.
At that time I was still conscious, and I heard a lot of laborers on the construction site crying something like “A kid was knocked down by the truck!” “He must be dead.” etc. Then they rushed over and tried to lift the truck to get me out. Since there were a lot of people, the truck was easily lifted up, but to my great surprise,
the truckit abruptly fell down. Maybe it was because they were nervous, or they lost their balance. I totally have no idea. The fall made me give a loud cry, so they knew that I was still alive. They tried one more time, and thank goodness they didn’t drop the truckit again.
After I was pulled out, I sat on the ground breathing heavily. My face was filled with blood and wet cement and I could not open my left eye. I was completely overwhelmed. I did not know what to say, what to do. The driver also lost his mind and did not know what he was supposed to do. The laborers urged him to take me to the hospital immediately, but the driver was so out of his mind that he did not know how to take me
to the hospitalthere. The laborers suggested that he should hail a taxi. So he dragged me with him, hurrying to hail a taxicatch one.
To my great surprise
again, the first taxi passing by refused to stop. The second taxi pulled up, but he warned me not to soil his seats. How cold-blooded those people were! If I had been a normal personable at that time, I would have kicked his ass. Anyway I got to the hospital and had my body checked out. My left collarbone and the first rib in my left side were broken. Luckily, besides a huge scar on my left cheek, there was no trauma caused to my brain, but my head was totally out of normal shape, which made me look like a monster for a couple of days. Later the driver told me that the original driver had drunk a lot of alcohol the previous evening and asked him to replace him for one day. The driver who knocked me down was not good at driving at all. When the truck hit me, instead of stepping on the brake, he stepped on the gas!
I lay in
thehospital for a month and it took me half a year to fully recover. The accident did not cause any lasting injury to my body except a little swelling on my collarbone, and I was able to join the military half a year later the accident. Miraculously the huge scar on my left cheek gradually disappeared. You can see from my picture that there is nothing left on my face.
That was the second great disaster I have experienced in my life, and despite what Chinese people always say: “One who survives a great disaster is destined to good fortune for ever after”, nine years have passed and, sadly, I still have not found my fortune. In a future letter I may tell you guys about my first disaster.
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