We began to roll out of the pit one
by one. We took about three pace laps and then got the green flag. I was finally
racing my dreams! I passed the first few drivers with ease, but I struggled a
little after that. When we had raced for about twenty-five laps, I had moved
from forty-third to thirty-fifth. I didn't really care; I was living my dream.
About lap 125, I came around the
last turn and started down the straightaway. Then the most dreadful thing
happened. A car lost control right and front of me, and I didn't even have
enough time to react. I hit the back of the car, and the impact sent me sliding
sideways. We got lost in a big cloud of smoke. I started to roll down the
banked track, and just before I rolled off the track, a car going about eighty
miles an hour hit me.
The EMT's came to take me out of my
car. I was hurt pretty badly, but I wouldn't know how severe my injuries were
until my parents told me. they told that I was paralyzed from the waist down
and would never get to race again.
About eight months later, I returned
home to be with my family. I still sit and watch the Daytona 500, but I watch
with a little different feeling than I did when I was a kid. I sit and watch
the Daytona 500, remembering how David Price help me learn how to drive. I
remember how exciting actually racing in my first Nascar race was. I also
remember the incident that shattered my whole racing dream. When I see cars
spin out, I know how nerve-wrecking it is for drivers lost in a big cloud of
smoke, not knowing what is going to happen to them. I forget that painful
memory when I think about all the fun I had racing go-kart and Nascar. I will
treasure this experience for the rest of my life.
THE END
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