immitation
Cover Letter
Annie Dillard has a unique way of writing. She includes a vast amount of detail about the characters and the Settings. She makes sure that every scene is set up and paints a clear image of the surrounding environment in the reader’s head. Her piece “An American Childhood” focuses on several stories that happen throughout the narrator’s life in which she learns a lesson. I decided to imitate her style, including extreme detail of the characters and the event that took place. The most important aspect to me however was the lesson learned through the events that were talked about. In Dillard’s personal narrative the narrator boasts about her mother’s intelligence and powerful personality. Through many small stories the reader is able to grasp the idea that the narrator’s mother was an inspiration. Although not as many small incidents were included in my own personal narrative, a rather large and a few small events are told that have taught me a lesson. I attempted to include as much detail as possible to give the reader a clear picture of the event. Above all else however, a life lesson was learned bringing the small stories together, making one large one.
Immitation
Emmett was a typical high school boy. He liked girls, constantly ate, dreamed of sports, and obsessed over the Chicago cubs. He grew up in a family of four with a mom, dad, and sister. All had hair the color of espresso beans and eyes the color of almonds. He was like all typical high school boys until one day when his life was changed instantly. It was an overcastted, cold, and windy day. Once again Emmett was late for school and was running around the house gathering his stuff in a fluster. After throwing everything into his backpack, he tossed in his IPOD headphones and ran out of the house, straight down the empty street to school. The lyrics of his favorite song “The Scientist” by Coldplay rang in his ears clearing out all feelings of anxiety. I always told him a song could not take you to another state of mind, but he assured me differently. He told me music was his escape and could cure any negative emotion that he felt. As he approached the usual stop sign to cross the street his right headphone fell out of his ear. Emmett began crossing the two way street, placing the earpiece back into his ear. Before he could slow down or speed up, a white Acura TSX zipped down the street towards him, disobeying the stop sign, directly hitting him and sending him flying over the hood of the car. The car sped off in a hurry leaving Emmett sprawled out unconscious on the cement. Within minutes a neighbor walking their golden retriever came across Emmett and immediately called the ambulance.
Growing up Emmett was always an active boy. He loved playing baseball and football even if it was just a pick up game on a Saturday. He had a competitive side to him making every game intense as possible. He was always the leader on the team encouraging everyone to play with the passion that he always felt. Upon entering high school he focused more on baseball for the reason that he was not a big and muscular guy and his genes did not appear that way either. Every night he practiced his batting stance and pitched into the net in his back yard. From the eye of a coach he was everything a team could ask for: a leader, talented, and most importantly, a dedicated.
Little did he know that one-day would change him for the rest of his life. As he was rushed through the emergency room doors strapped to a stretcher, doctors shout out tests that needed to be completed and nurses placed catheters and tubes into his body. I was called down to the office at school and told about Emmett’s accident. I called my mom hysterical and demanded she rushed me to see him. As I entered the room the doctor did as well, holding all the test results. He told us that Emmett would wake up, but he would wake up with no feeling from his waste down. Due to the speed and placement of the vehicle that the vehicle hit his spine, he would never walk again and be forced to live the rest of his life in a chair. All I could think about was Emmett’s reaction. His passion and drive for baseball had increased over the summer with dreams of playing in college.
It felt as if a lifetime had passed but Emmett finally woke up the next morning. I had fallen asleep in the chair and awoke to Emmett tapping his hands to a John Mayer song. I did not know how to react in fear of upsetting Emmett so I just looked at him. He caught a glance of my eyes and two tears dripped down his face. “I’m paralyzed aren’t I?” he asked me. I just shook my head answering yes. Surprisingly enough, this did not ruin Emmett’s life the way I thought it would. After two months of recovery and adjusting to his new life, Emmett joined a wheel chair basketball team. I decided to attend his first game to show my support for him. To my surprise the same leadership characteristics and passion to win was seen in him when he was on the court. Emmett was still the same guy, still motivating everyone to play his or her hearts out.
Every once in a while he throws a baseball around with his friends just as they did before the accident. He remains friends with everyone he was friends with before the accident but he has developed a new group of friends from his wheelchair team. One driver changed Emmett’s life, but instead of letting it get the best of him, he accepted it and continued to live his life. He had the opportunity to quit and become an entirely new person. But instead, he took this as another game. He took it as a challenge and decided that he would not let the opponent win. He is more than just a friend to me; he is an inspiration. He has shown me that when life seems to come to an end, one has no choice but to prevail.
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