I believe life has great value. We only live once, and death can come to anyone at anytime. Some people just let it happen, but others fight for their life and never give up. I have a person in my life that has encountered this battle, along with myself. In late June of this past year, 2014, I experienced a traumatic experience. My mother was driving my cousin, my friend, my sisters, and I to my dad’s house. My youngest sister, my friend, and I, were sitting in the backseat and my eldest sister was in the passenger seat. Laughter and chatter filled the car, when all of a sudden, the world went dark and I went into shock. I opened my eyes moments later only to see my mother with a bloody nose crying helplessly for help. I looked to my left, where my cousin was, she was screaming out in pain and calling for her mother, saying “I want my mom!” I then looked to my right, and saw my friend crying, and breathing harshly and saying, "Aunty, wake up! Open your eyes!” In the moment, I felt helpless and tried not to cry because I had to keep my cousin and my brother, who are both two years younger than me, calm. My eldest sister, surprisingly was fine. She asked me if I was alright, and I responded by telling her that my head hurts. My sister suddenly looked at the left side of my face, and said, “Motaharah touch the left side of your face.” I was curious as to why he would tell me to do that so I did it, only to find that I was bleeding from a head wound. I was not in pain, my head was just numb. I ripped my shirt and used that small piece of cloth to keep pressure on my head to prevent bleeding. A few minutes later, my eldest sister demanded for all of us to get out of the car. My friend in the front, and the rest of us behind her, stepped out and walked to the other side of the car. I may be out of the car, but a piece of me was still stuck inside. My mother was unable to move because the door caved in, therefore she was trapped