In the summer of 1996 I was on my way with my grandpa and my two uncles to Holbrook, riding in the back seat of a blue Toyota truck. It was very early in the morning and one of my uncles were . A truck was heading to the reservation on the opposite lane. As the truck approached my uncle dozed off at the steering wheel and smashed into the other truck. Sitting in the back with me was my uncle Orlando who was holding me, my uncle Shawn in the driver side, and my grandpa Bennett sitting in the passenger side. Upon impact i was immediately ejected through the window. My uncle struggling to get free came and picked me up. A semi-truck driver who was on his way back from the reservation stopped and called an ambulance. Bloody and screaming i was rushed to the hospital in Flagstaff. With a huge gash on top of my head and my face were stitched up along with a cast on my left leg. My mother, father, and grandparents stayed with me the whole week I was in the hospital. Doctors said I was lucky to be alive, but I believe I was given a second chance.
When I look in the mirror or watch a movie it reminds me of that day. My scars tell my story of how fortunate and lucky I am to still be alive. Getting the chance to graduate, go to college, and see my sister grow up are one of the many things I am very grateful for. We never get the chance to be grateful for the friends or family that have done many things to help us be who we are today. I am sure grateful for people that I have met especially my family for pushing me and giving me the support I need to finish school. If it weren't for the truck driver we would have never been spotted and I probably wouldn't have been here today. My grandfather told me that I am a very special person and thoughts enter my head from time to time, but these are the scars that tell my story and they will be with me forever.