Sorry I haven't written in a while
I'm sorry I haven't written in a while, but hopefully, not only will the following little story make up for some of my missed blogs, but also bring some light to everyone. As some may know, and others may not, this past saturday, I was involved in a four car pile up on 95 N heading home.
It was the most beautiful day we've had here in a while and I was on the road listening to some of my favorite country toones. I mean, who can go wrong with Tim McGraw? Anyways. A few cars ahead of me started breaking, so I reacted and started to tap on my breaks. The "tap" was not enough. Less than a second later, I found myself slamming on my breaks, with hopes in dodging the car infront of me. My hopes were crushed when I heard the music being overwhelmed by the cars' screeching breaks. My small hands have never gripped the wheel so hard, my knuckles bare white. The music stopped. My heart felt like it was in my lap. Horns have never been louder, yet I could hear absolutely nothing besides my own deep breathing.
The car behind me had been following too close, so when I tried to break and miss the car infront of me, he slammed into the back end of my four runner, going a predicted 75 mph, causing me to spin and end up in the middle of 95 facing traffic. A police officer came about two minutes later, in hopes to direct traffic and help me get my car out of the middle lane. Another gentleman pulled over to see if everyone was okay. When he asked me, I could barely even comprehend him enough to answer.
I reversed my car, allowing my ears to hear that my exhaust pipe had been lowered and was dragging right behind my back right tire. Two seconds later, the first police officer on the scene, put the right back end of my truck, in my trunk. I sat there, no tears, no words, no thought; just that I wanted to get home. The one person I wanted was out of town; my dad. It was a near hour or so later, after the exchange of information and the statements, that the tow truck lifted my four runner and I got in his car. On our way to the garage we went.
He dropped me off across the street, where I was to wait for about an hour by myself, for my sister to come and get me. That's when it hit me. I started bawling. My brown eyes have never been so blurry with salty tears before. I called my best friend, to try and get my mind off things, but the thoughts of the breaks, my car ruined, my head pounding and my body in aches; I just couldn't stop crying.
The following days could not have been worse. I just laid on the sofa, with my dogs, dead. I had never been in such an accident.
I have learned a lot from this accident though. Not only do I love insurance companies, but I hate them. Not only do I love my parents, but I have realized that no matter how far away they are (they were in Arizona when my accident occured), they will be there for you no matter what. Even if it means the phone bill will be a little higher than last months. I have learned how lucky I am to be alive and to only have muscle spasms and a sprain in my spinal cord. I have learned that you don't always get second chances, so make sure when you get the first to use it and cherish it. I have learned how hard it is to catch up on school work; and that actually makes me miss highschool, who would have thought that? Hopefully through my experience, I hope no one has to go through what I did. I wouldn't even think to put my worst enemy through that.
So be thankful for the life you have now, no matter what is going on in it, someone is always going to be better off and someone is always going to be worse off. Thank God that you're in the middle.