I’m still processing it all. I drove home from work even through the freakishly quick rain storm. I changed my clothes, ate waffles, grabbed my computer and headed to Braddock to get my computer fixed and spend quality time with my dad. I never expected what was next. As a new driver I drive the speed limit, I’m nice and let people go ahead of me and I don’t switch lanes. Zig zagging across the roads make me nervous. It makes me really nervous. I’m an awesome driver.
I always get a feeling in the pit of my stomach like my hear is deep sea diving in the bottom of my stomach. I look a million times each way even on one way streets before I make a turn. I was at the intersection of Fifth and Thomas I think and I was making a left turn on to a stree. The light was green but I chose to sit and wait until it was clear. I sit really close to the wheel so I can see everything. I waited and it was clear. The light was going to change any minute and the cars in the other direction were pretty far away so I turned and my heart stopped when I heard a crash, my 98 Ford Escort slid a little from the impact and I was now facing straight blocking the one lane street. The car that hit me was a Jeep that was going way more than 35 miles an hour. I was into a turn when he smashed into my rear passenger’s side at full speed. The impact was so strong that everything in my purse was scattered upon the street in front of me. The gas tank on the passengers side popped open, my back wheels fell off the axels and were more or so melted into the asphalt. The passenger side window and the rear window shattered sprinkling the streets and the inside of my car. I remember and never will forget the impact. I remember closing my eyes and openin them almost as if I was expecting it all to be a dream. It wasn’t it was real. I took a large deep breath and let my wobbly legs stretch. The young driver across the street looked at me panicky asking if I was okay. I didn’t know if l was okay. I didn’t know. My hands were shaky and everything felt so much more intense. I had experienced something like no other. I was there but mentally I was in a million pieces sprinkled upon the ground in disbelief.
God was looking out for me last Monday. That day I realized everything was possible. In that split second that my car slid I knew that there was so much more that had to be done in my life. That couldn’t be the last moment. God let me walk away with just a scratch. There are better things in store for me.
As for the guy who hit me. He swears its my fault he was going so fast he couldn’t slow down. His passenger never got out. She didn’t even ask if I was okay. The last thing he said to me after hearing I was okay was that he was sorry and in a hurry. You have to be freakin kidding me. I’m still processing it all and it probably won’t be the last time I write about it.
How was your weekend?? It has to be way better than my week. Have you ever been in a car accident or a near death experience??